Not Laila Majnun
Be combined

"Did he ask for rations last night?" Ask Mia that morning.

Laila shook her head then took a deep breath. Her eyes looked so swollen that everyone knew she had been crying for a long time.

"It's my fault, sis, that Latif's father would do such a thing. Maybe I'm not happy serving him. There must be something wrong with my husband to do something like that."

"Continue what were you talking about last night? Cook just diem-dieman only?" Ask Kak Mia who this time is too kepo with her sister-in-law's household affairs.

Laila lowered her head and cried again. Brother Mia hugged her bundle of Latif with a guilty feeling of being too scoutful.

"Yes already yes already..apologies sister yes" Sister Mia patted Laila's back affectionately.

"This time if you just cry without asking for an explanation from your husband, the problem will not be solved La. Lukman is also why he is silent. So the head of the household did not hold up" Gerutu Kak Mia was upset with the communication between the husband and wife.

"Where have you been?"

"Want to go for a walk with Labib kak, have fun looking for the wind" replied Laila lying.

"Let's talk to Lukman. Really-it's outrageous of him" Mia's sister this time really-it's emotional.

"Please don't brother! I'll talk to his father's children myself. Please don't ask bang Alif for negur mas Lukman ya Kak....We'll talk good!"

Laila pleaded with all her heart because she had already made her decision after a long contemplation.

Although not satisfied with Laila's words but Mia's sister certainly can not interfere too far in their household affairs. Every family must have their own way to overcome the problems that occur.

The pregnant woman took a deep breath while praying in her heart that Laila and Lukman could solve their problems well and that what was on her mind would never happen.

"Sister. Please handle everything. Then pick up the children for help, Mr. Eko only"

"Where are you going?" Ask Mia's sister worried that Laila might run away.

"I'm gonna fall down today, sleep all day. Let my mind be fresh again" said Laila.

"You don't play hazy! " Said Brother Mia seriously.

"Please, brother. Yesterday was the last one" Laila smiled to reassure sister Mia.

"Yes slept there! Let Labib be with me"

"Later brother hassles..." Laila said.

"No... just calm down! Uh but, where is he?" Sister Mia looked around them but did not see the little boy.

"Daddy ndak kelja?" There was a vague sound of Labib asking someone.

The two women then came out of the house and found Lukman chasing his son.

Brother Mia does not want to talk to her sister-in-law and throw her face. Angry, upset, disappointed but he did not want to reveal it.

"Labib same bude yuk, Daddy same mother want to talk" said Kak Mia to her husband's little niece.

" Look at the same fish..... " Said again trying to grab the attention of the cute and handsome little guy.

"Sir de di lumah ya bude? Ndak kelja?" The three-year-old boy walked up to the steps and grabbed his slave hand cheerfully. Maybe the instinct of the child who has not sinned, he seemed to understand that his parents were having problems and gave his parents time to talk.

"Pak de left for work later abis Dhuhuran" said Brother Mia while holding Labib who walked while jumping up and down.

Lukman and Laila are looking at each other, both feeling awkward and both realizing it's not their style when things go wrong.

"Not going to the rice field?" Laila asked who was confused because the husband just looked at her without speaking.

"Hm" answered.

She timidly hugged her husband's arm and led him to the house next door.

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Lukman and Laila had just performed a husband and wife ritual in the morning. It doesn't matter if his parents are still in the house. Lukman wants to talk heart to heart with his wife. Usually when there are any problems they always solve it in bed because both are maniacs ahem-ehem.

Lukman wiped away the sweat that flooded his wife's chest and it tickled the nerves in her body.

"Don't tease me anymore. I'm so tired of the mass" They hugged again in plain condition under one blanket that became a silent witness of their romance.

"Why? Are you not strong?" Lukman asked as he slipped his wife's hair behind his ear.

"Later tonight again. Now I'm going to sleep." Laila said while closing her eyes.

"Yank...."

"Hum...?"

"You don't want to ask me anything?" Lukman started talking about their problems.

Beyond a doubt Laila shook her head making Lukman gulp. Why his wife is tumben once so calm this is facing a problem as heavy as this.

"I'm willing to be in honey......" Laila said while holding her voice and cry in Lukman's arms.