Not Laila Majnun

How

In the middle of the night Laila woke up and felt her hands numb because Labib's head was on it all night. A little confused because I just woke up. With his eyes still heavy he forced himself to sit down and then moved his head to the left and to the right. His right hand then pinched his left hand which was numb from tingling.

Laila bit her lips in light of Labib's conversation with her father. He heard everything and curiosity filled his head. Although it has prepared the heart that today will happen but it hurts so much. This just heard that her husband was smiling to himself because he remembered someone he had just met. What if later she will meet directly with the prospective honey brought by her husband. How can he get around himself so as not to cry later. Now her tears have melted down her cheeks.

"Yes.... How is this? I don't want to lose him....." He muttered very slowly.

Usually Lukman would wake him up while he slept in his son's room. Never once was Laila allowed to sleep there until morning but today she was not even awakened at all. His heart felt pierced with pain. So-so. What if she had to share her husband.

Laila walked to her room and found her husband sleeping. Making bolsters as his bedmate. Now Laila is even reluctant to kiss her own husband. In the past, she was always slapped with her husband. Don't know the time to meet Lukman wants nyosor continue. Now he only dared to look at his face and gulp. Waiting for the husband to act first and then he absorbed and enjoyed.

Laila didn't wake her husband like she used to. He chose to take a bath first then pray the night and spilled the prayer on his last bow.

After finishing his mother's prayer Labib raised his hand. Begging for mercy and praying like the first time she became the wife of a man who had changed her life as well as her sister. How Lukman taught him to pray on time was not out of fear of the husband or shame of his fellow men but pure because it was our need to worship the Creator. Then gradually Lukman invited her to join the evening prayer but she could not do it for various reasons one of them because she had to breastfeed the baby. And Lukman didn't force her because a wife's duty is to serve her husband.

Now when he was hit by problems then he prostrated in the middle of the night.

"Yes Alloh Ya Robbi.... You know that I am not willing to share my husband but I am even more afraid of losing Lukman and his family. Please help us. Please.... Forgive me for this hypocrite. In front of the husband like telling him to marry again when I really do not want to. Yes Allah guide us help us. Give a solution to the problem we are facing. Yeah Alloh....." Latif's mother cried so much as she prayed in the musollah in the living room that Lukman could not hear or see her.

Lukman awoke to hear the voice of his wife.

That morning, as usual, Lukman bathed his two sons and drove the eldest to school.

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It has been three days Lukman always come home at the same hour because he hoped to meet the duplicate girl Laila in the same place but he was always disappointed because the girl had disappeared somewhere.