Not Laila Majnun
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Laila was sitting on a swing in the yard of bang Alif house while staring at the yard of her husband's house which was filled with various vegetables. Because of the busyness of Lukman now the page is not like before.

Mr. Dirman actually likes gardening too but the results are not as good as if treated by Lukman. Especially now that Laila's in-laws were going to central Java to pilgrimage to the tomb of Jannah's son and vacation some time there. Usually it can be up to a month. Practically now just watered by their garden pack.

Labib who was playing cars in the yard looked very carefree. The handsome and stubby baby boy made everyone love him. Moreover, he is as cheap a smile as his uncle Doni.

The tailor who is taking the fabrics to be brought home always greet the little one, some took the time to hold him and poke his cheeks.

The wholesale workers also greeted Laila but unfortunately the boss seemed unaware of what was happening around him. Her mind was looking to the past when she was only half a month living in her husband's house. Which means the age of the marriage sirriya already one month at that time.

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Early in the morning before the dawn prayer his stomach was stirred and nausea filled his chest cavity. He immediately ran to the bathroom and vomited everything there.

Lukman who was reciting the night on his alphabet immediately ran after the wife after hearing the footsteps of his wife to the bathroom and briefly then heard Laila vomit her entrails.

Lukman kneaded the nape of the wife gently and then doused her vomit without disgust. He did not ask his wife with the question 'why' because he knew that Laila must be in pain and lazy to answer the question in long sentences.

Laila nodded once while closing her eyes. His stomach was sore and his mouth was cheese. It felt like just to talk he had no more strength. Fortunately, the husband knows his heart. Lukman immediately washed his wife's mouth gently without feeling uncomfortable at all then flushed the wife's feet and then carried her to the room.

He slowly lowered the mother of his two children on the bed. His wife's agonizing face made him feel sorry for her and he channeled it by kissing his wife's forehead for a few seconds to make it a little better. Lukman rubbed Laila's face and cleaned her from the hair covering her face.

The white beauty looked at her husband's face with happiness. After the departure of her parents she worked hard to meet the needs of her life and her sister. Therefore, he often dreams of having a rich husband who can meet his daily needs.

But the All-Good Lord brought Lukman to him. A very kind and caring husband. Full of love and warmth. Although at that time Lukman was not as rich as now but he could meet the needs of his wife and sister very well. Thanks to Lukman he also got a family that is intact and harmonious. I have a father, a mother and a sister.

Laila is grateful for all the gifts she has received since meeting Lukman. He touched her stomach and said quietly, "it hurts..."

"I used white wood first"! Lukman said as he let go of the peck.

The strong and sturdy man revealed the clothes that covered his wife's stomach. Looking at the smooth white belly of the wife he then kissed her and said, "Don't be in here already have yank dedeknya" said Lukman full of hope.

"Permaine.... " His murmured softly while closing his eyes. He also had the same hope but was not sure because yesterday he did eat a lot and maybe his stomach revolted because it could not digest all the food that went into it.