Not Laila Majnun
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Laila looked nervous when the models were ready to walk and show some clothes of the design. He was waiting for someone who could always make him calmer but it seemed like he had not come yet.

Now the look on his face looked pouted with a bent lip line. Her feelings are now mixed between nervousness and annoyance at the husband who never came even though he has promised to see her enter the stage at the end of the event with other models and fashion designers.

He felt insecure compared to the big-class designers who had been poor in the fashion world for a long time. Moreover, he never learned to draw and make formal designs. Armed only with hobbies and compulsion from sister Mia he can start everything. Seeing the beautiful clothes made by the famous designers in this city Laila so discouraged because the clothes he designed look very simple and not comparable if displayed on stage.

"Where is Latif?" Laila asked Mia's sister.

"Later he will come. He promised. Maybe the motorcycle was leaking or something on the road. Already.... You don't be nervous so...!"

"Look at their clothes.... Beautiful all. Do we need to follow this time? How do you do it sometime?"

"This opportunity did not come twice.... You should be grateful.... Although we have not been in this field for a year but we have received extraordinary appreciation like this. Your work can be done with top designers. Whatever the outcome we will accept. Accepted by the community well Alhamdulillah. The reaction of ordinary people is that we do not need to be too sad. This is the first time we have ever followed an event like this. We have tried our best, have done it too. Now it's time we surrender. I sincerely accept what will happen and believe that it is the best destiny for us...."

Laila sat down bowed after Mia's departure. She had been lurking from inside and saw her husband's extended family come all over. Latif and Labib had also been sitting quietly next to her grandparents. There's Doni there too. Precisely the husband who until now has not seen the trunk of his nose.

Laila observes her phone, hoping for a wa notification or call from her husband. But nil. He also tried calling first. The feeling is not good. Don't let anything happen

to her husband. His originally nervous and irritated heart was now covered in fear. He tried to contact Lukman and there was no answer from there. So even when he tried to call back for the second and third time. There was no sign Lukman was online.

Take a deep breath and then recite the prayer, asking the power that his heart does not experience anything. Hopefully only something harmless will prevent him from getting to where he is now.

Laila stepped up to go to the stage after being told by the committee that it was time to get out with the models. He walked weakly, his steps uninspired. Lost already the initial nervousness whack. The one who is there just wants to go home and meet her husband.

A round of applause filled the building. The highlight of the event finally arrived. One by one the designers appeared with their models and Laila got the last turn.

Now it's time to go out with the models on his right left. A happy hue emanates from those who love him. They clapped their hands excitedly upon seeing his appearance.

In contrast to her who forced a smile etched on her lips while down the new faces sitting on chairs along the catwalk stage.

Deg

His heart suddenly thumped as the look in his eyes caught the face he was dying to see. Lukman was standing in front of a large door where the guests came in. It looks different than usual. The man who for the past few months has always been in a wheelchair now walks gallantly into the room where the event is held at the title.

Laila fell silent in her place. She knew that her husband had recovered but this was a big surprise for her. The man who had been her husband for more than seven years looked very handsome in her eyes.

Lukman who now let the rough feathers decorate his face further add to the fierce aura as well as washed away. Wearing a white t-shirt that wrapped her beautiful body and an uncorked black suit left everyone stunned as they followed Laila's stunned gaze in place. The typical face of Indonesia is a little dark but soothing view plus a high posture strapping like a super star.

Everyone is now getting swept up in both. As if hypnotized by the aura emanated from the two lovebirds who now dominate the situation.

Lukman walked closer and closer towards the catwalk stage with one hand behind his back. The look in her eyes could not be separated from the beautiful face of Laila who was still silent in place. The originally lifeless heart is now happy because of the arrival of the idol who has been in the future.

It felt like crying and squandering in the arms of her handsome but fierce husband but his legs seemed to be glued to where he stood. Only able to see the movement of Lukman's steps are getting closer.

With a beautiful movement Lukman jumped onto the stage and in an instant was standing in front of his wife. She leaves a rose on Laila who looks happy because she does not think her husband can be romantic like in the movie scene she has seen.

Slowly his hand received the red flower of love and kissed it. Fragrant. She looked at her husband while smiling sweetly still could not believe this was happening in the real world.

Lukman then bent one leg and opened the velvet box containing the ring inside.

"Will you spend the rest of your time with me?" His masculine and heavy voice sounded clearly because now the atmosphere of the building was very quiet. Those who were there were glued and curious about the ongoing romantic scene. No more frenetic human voice, the sound of music has stopped since Lukman entered earlier. Everything will be enchanted in the live scenes of Lukman and Laila.

Lukman then stood up and put the ring on Laila's right ring finger because the left ring finger was embedded in the wedding ring given by his mother.

He kissed Laila's forehead for a moment and then took his wife's hand to get off the stage. When both feet were on the floor parallel to the other audience, Lukman slightly pulled Laila's hand to run away from the building.

Laila who was wearing a dress had to pull her up a little then come running after her husband. Leaving everyone who was now just conscious and clapping their hands.

Latif and Labib who had been stunned now immediately ran after his father. I want to see what his parents are doing. Doni immediately ran after his two nephews. Persuading his two beloved little men to give time to his father to be alone for a while because there is business to be resolved.

"Father same mother need alone first. Brother same with the first yes... We walk around this same brother Maryam and the twins...." So persuaded Doni to his nephew.

Meanwhile, Lukman was wearing a helmet on the head of Laila and asked him to go up to the bike immediately. As soon as Lukman boarded Laila directly meThey both cycled along the road with a smile that could not be separated from the lips of both.

"C.....!!!!!! I Love you....!!!!!!" Lukman's shouting along the way made the two of them the center of attention. Laila blushed in embarrassment as the road users looked at them with astonished looks.

He pinched Lukman's waist in dismay but did not ask the husband to stop shouting and stop his madness. He was shy but liked and enjoyed the madness together.

For almost an hour and a half drive and take a short break at the mosque for prayer now both arrive at the beach before dusk. Walking together while holding hands and occasionally looking at each other then exchanging smiles.

Lukman pulled Laila's waist so that the two were now facing off against bodies that were clinging to each other. Under the radiance of the sun that was about to sink and get ready for the contest, the silhouette of the couple is like a beautiful painting on the beach with the waves that occasionally beat the legs of both similar invite them to swim into the middle of the ocean.

"Thank you for being with me all this time..." Lukman said as he tightened his grip. His large palms covered both sides of Laila's face, who now wore a large beach cap on her head.

"Thank you for marrying me who has nothing...." Laila replied with a hoarse voice because her tears were as if she was jostling to come out.

"Shuttt, uh,....." Lukman put his index finger on the lip that was polished by Laila's bright red lipstick.

"Are you happy, baby?" Ask Lukman again. Looking at each other trying to permeate the eyes that radiate love and happiness.

"Yes, I'm so happy. I never thought you'd be this romantic..." Laila said with her hands pressed against Lukman's chest.

"I don't think I've ever proposed to you properly....." Lukman was honest with how he had been feeling all along.

"I'm sorry for everything that's ever happened between us. In the future, if I make any more mistakes please remember today, I beg you never to think of leaving my life." His thumb rubbed Laila's cheek which met with redness.

Laila nodded wholeheartedly then put her head on Lukman's shoulders. Submitting himself fully to the man who became a mooring heart and always adored him.

The man pulled the woman's head and then put both of their lips together. Fenced off for a long time. Unraveling the taste, sprinkling love stories with the same person but different flavors.

"Let's start again everything...." Lukman said, After ending the kiss in the midst of the beauty of nature. No matter the gaze of another human being as if the world belonged to just the two of them.

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Finally finished the journey of the story of double L until here. Hopefully there is a little lesson to be learned and apologize for all the shortcomings here and there.

Special thanks for bung@t@i and Erni Hidayat who have followed this story to the end. Love you so much.

I want to finish fighting over the heart first then we continue on the story of Doni.

Thank you very much, though,