Not Laila Majnun
Labibs

Seven years after their marriage, the double L couple has been blessed with two children. The first was named Muhammad Latif Assidqi and the second was Ahmad Labib Assidqi.

Their marriage which was always tinged with happiness suddenly became foggy. There was some kind of invisible barrier between them. Like that night after the two paddled together toward the secret peak of love, performing the union of two bodies, Lukman simply hugged Laila without words of love as usual.

"Buck...!"

"Hum...."

"What's wrong?" Laila looked at the face of her husband who had closed her eyes and shook her head to answer his wife's question.

"Feelings are now quiet..." Laila looked at her husband who was still unwilling to open her eyes.

"There's a problem in the rice field? or in the garden?"

Lukman just shook his head not yet willing to open his mouth.

"What the hell is mas? Did I make a mistake? Or did Doni make it wrong?" Laila became upset that Lukman still turned a blind eye and refused to answer his question. Her pretty eyes stared at her husband unblinkingly but the man who had been seven years accompanying her days did not move from his position.

"Let's sleep! I'm tired..." Finally came his voice.

Laila who heard it was upset. He immediately let go of their embrace and then looked for clothes that were scattered everywhere and immediately wore them. The woman who had two sons slept on her back. He sulked and wanted to be persuaded but Lukman turned his back on his wife as well.

Laila became confused as to why her husband became so indifferent. She felt that she had done nothing wrong but why did her husband such silence her.

Tok tok tok tok

" Mother... huhuhu.....!!!!" The sound of little Labib crying while knocking on the door of his father's room.

Laila uncovers the blanket covering her body and Lukman rushes to look for her shirt and immediately puts it on.

"Why son?" Laila carried her son who wiped away her tears as well as her snot.

"Hiks.. want to poke mother..." He said while putting his head in the recess of the mother's neck.

"Why?" Laila rubbed the little guy's head while kissing his hair.

" Bad brother naughty. I don't want to ask for a sister's hand..."

"Dad..." He said as he sat on his father's lap and rubbed his nose on his shirt

"Dad who puk puk ya! Come powder!" Lukman laid his son in the middle between him and his wife.

Laila lay down next to her son, who was facing her husband. She looked at Lukman with her lips pursed hoping that her husband would be more sensitive and understand what she wanted but the husband just patted her ass with a flat face without looking at her at all.

The little guy seems to feel if both parents have problems. The three-year-old baby turned to face his mother.

"Mother why is it?" Ask innocently.

" Mother sleepy, father and sister also have to bobok ya...!" Lukman.

" Mother again even cama dad?" Ask the little guy to his mother.

Laila kept silent not answering her son's questions. He just kept quiet while hugging his son.

The little one with the mauge took his father's hand and put it on the hand of his mother so that they seemed to embrace the family.

" Dear sister, isn't she?" Laila asked still with her eyes closed.

" Honey. Darling father, deang mother, deang sister, deang grandpa, grandma, om, pak de, bude, brother Chicken. Her younger sister" The lispy little R and S said cheerfully.

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Just a little bit, I'm still tired.

We jump first, we flashback again to the back.