Not Laila Majnun
fellow woman

"Yes...! Bun...! Mother!!" Labib wiggled the arms of the mother who was in the past while pregnant with Latif. Laila smiled as she closed her lips as she recalled being so aggressive towards her husband during the pregnancy of her first son. As if it was an antidote for nausea also weakens. Anyway, if you see Lukman bare-chested he will overheat and will whine until his wishes are obeyed.

"Yetoooooo!!!!!"

"Yes yes...What's wrong?" Laila stammered at the voice of her son.

"It was called bude dali earlier mother!"

Labib pointed to Mia's brother who stood on the terrace of the house which was higher than their garden and yard.

"Oh yes, brother?!" Laila turned to look at Mia's sister who was looking at her with a squint.

"Ndreamy. Come here for a minute La!" sister Mia rubbed her distended stomach with her right hand while her left hand held her waist as if holding the weight of her front body.

"Let's go up the deck!" Laila invites her son while holding the little one to go up to the house of bang Alif.

"Why brother?" Laila asked Mia's sister, afraid that anything would happen.

" What the hell. You said you wanted to have a shop for that kind of boutique. The shophouse at the crossroads ahead there is for sale. You want to buy?"

Laila smiled in response to the pregnant woman who remembered her original words as if she was wondering something she could not possibly achieve. A kind of aspiration in an invisible world.

"That's just wishful thinking, brother, who am I?" Laila realized that she could not fly up into the high sky.

"You can't be so pessimistic! Everyone is given the same opportunity by Allah to worship as much as possible in different ways. You have the ability to design good clothes. We are sure that if you develop it, you can definitely work and your clothes will be in demand by the wider community. And for that you need the help of many people in other words you will create even greater jobs." Mia's sister tries to build Laila's confidence with a long and wide lecture.

"You remember a long time ago, when you wanted to take stitches in large quantities. You go back and forth back and forth. Now behold, the faces of the neighbors were happy when they took the cloths for them to sew at home. Especially when it is time to pay. Can you handle everything?"

"That's not all separated from the support of all of you, brother. Especially her father Latif and sister" Laila replied as is.

"That's the La family! Help each other and strengthen "Said Brother Mia again.

Laila glanced at the left right to confirm the state that no one had heard their conversation. After feeling safe, Laila spoke.

"Now things are different, brother. You know what our relationship is now?" Laila bowed her head in order to uncover the disgrace of her family.

"That's why you have to be strong! Show me Lukman you're not some mediocre woman he can just leave behind! Get him back on his knees! Don't just shut up! Show her that you are a woman who can do a lot of good for a lot of people! It's not just women who cry!" Sister Mia spoke up like someone who was decorating.

"Ehm ehm!!"

Brother Mia tiptoed shocked to hear her husband deheman coming from the dining room. She smacked her lips softly because she was afraid of her husband. Perhaps her words were wrong until her husband cleared his throat.

Laila was similarly shocked because she thought there was no one at home.

"So I'm ahead first. Please ask your brother if I buy a shophouse using my savings without telling Latif's father first if it's allowed or not" Laila whispered in Mia's ear then waved her hand trying to summon Labib who was in the middle room.

"Labib let's stay here first! Please!" Said Kak Mia while trying to stand with her big belly to use Labib as a shield in case her husband was really angry.