Elegi Love Nayla
Chapters. 19
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It had been half an hour Nayla was walking back and forth in the living room. He could not wait for the arrival of Zidan - the young man whom he greatly missed.
Occasionally glimpsed a time machine that is coiled around the wrist. Sometimes he also scoops the air deeply and exhales it slowly.
"Why, Mas Zidan hasn't come yet? Her phone number is also inactive." Nayla is monologued and walks towards the terrace of the house, followed by the Dude who walks behind her.
"Mpok, kenape you pacing aje rich' ironing?" ask Dude.
Nayla stopped the swing of steps, then responded to the question posed by the Dude in an annoyed tone bin. "Sir, Mpok! Mpa, Mpok! Am I your padlock? I'd rather be called Nay Ma'am!"
"Muehhehe, yea muup, Mpok. Uh muup, more glances pan."
"Hisshs. Fuck up!"
"Ogeh, I'm erratous. Ma'am Nay, the temperature binning candidate. Zidan Arfa Rasydhan."
"Well, that's real. You know, I've been waiting for Mas Zidan. At this hour, Mas Zidan has not yet arrived at Uncle Sadam's house."
"Yes, I know. You know how to use it. Nay is sitting down! Kaga' need a rich pacing way' ironing. My eyes are following the pacing, Ma'am --"
"choose. Hence, have tuch eyes guarded! If it needs to be closed, let's not be sassy pacing," said Nayla sewot with her face that looks like judes bin fierce. If the arrival of a guest months, he is very easy emotion, as it is today. The mood is also very changeable.
"Yes eelah. Ni cewe judes bin ferociously begging for mercy. I said what was wrong. Kaya' my mother if again the monthly guests," chirped Dude. Although the Dude blurted out his voice, Nayla's sense of hearing was able to capture the Dude's voice clearly.
"What are you talking about? I'm judes?" nayla Cecar.
"Eng, yes, Ma'am Nay. Ma'am Nay judes, but he's wired. Make my heart frown every time I see Sister Nay. Ahy." Ahay." Dude smiled grinningly and scratched his head which was not itchy at all.
He then whistled and with his PD hummed a Smash song in front of Nayla. Though his voice is false, like the voice of the author of this story.
Why does my heart frown on you every time
My sweat always drips near you
Why is it wrong every time you look at me
I'm always ashamed of myself every time you praise me
Why do my tongue wither every time you call me
Always misses my romance every time you touch me
Why does my brain freeze every thought of you
My body always lunglai every time you whisper love
You know me so well (you know me so well)
Girl I need you (girl I need you)
Girl I love you (girl I love you)
Girl I heart you
I know you so well (i know you so well)
Girl I need you (girl I need you)
Girl I love you (girl I love you)
Girl I heart you .....
While humming, Dude was startled by the sound of a horn coming from a silver-colored avanza driven by Danu.
Instantly Dude stopped humming and rubbing her da-da because her heartbeat seemed to be so jolting in shock.
Danu laughed out loud. He was satisfied to see the Dude who looked annoyed.
"Huahhaas. Therefore, do not woo the prospective master teacher!" abugn.
After turning off the engine of his iron vehicle, Danu then opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Zidan.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Zidan greeted Dude and Nayla with a greeting. Then he walked over to Nayla who was standing next to the Dude.
"Wa-waalaikumsalam, Mas-" Nayla misbehaved. His vocal cords were choked and his net was glazed as Zidan stood right in front of him.
Want it to feel Nayla vent a burning longing by hugging Zidan's body like a lover. But he could not do it, because they were both not halal and certainly Zidan would not be willing to be embraced by women who were not mahram.
"Mr Nay, how are you?" Zidan just mince words to melt the atmosphere and break the silence that momentarily created.
Just like Nayla, Zidan also wanted to vent his longing by hugging the body of the girl who settled himself as his future wife. But he tried to restrain himself by keeping his eyes and reciting istighfar in his heart.
"I-I'm not good, Mas. I-I'm sick again-" answered Nayla stammered.
"Bak Nay is sick?" Zidan was apprehensive when Nayla said she was sick. But Zidan tried to hide his concerns by remaining calm.
"I'm sick and miss you, Mas. Dylan said, Missing is hard. To the extent that I am not strong enough to bear it and want to be immediately copied with you, Mas. Let you always be by my side and I'll always be by your side."
Nayla's sweet-sounding words successfully painted a red hue on Zidan's face and made 2D (Dude and Danu) smile.
"Ohokay. The world belongs to both of them, Dud. We-we just contract, cu-ak," Danu chirped.
"Hooh, Dan. Nyok we go pay the contract." Dude recalls Danu's words. He then pulled the collar of his best friend's shirt and took him away from the presence of a pair of people who were in the middle of the Kasmaran - Nayla Arunnika and Zidan Arfa Rasydhan.
"Ehem. Let's go inside, Ma'am!" Zidan cleared his throat and invited Nayla into Sadam's house.
He did not want to be alone for too long with Nayla, because it could be that Shaiton succeeded in weakening faith by whispering words that plunged them into sin, even though sin is considered small.
"Yuk, Mum." Nayla responded to Zidan's remark by nodding slowly and publishing a smile. Then he swung a step, followed by Zidan who walked behind him keeping his distance.
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- Ayuwidia
Assalamu'alaikum Dear brothers, sorry the author has not been able to UP routine every day.
While waiting for the next chapter UP, Monggo stopped by the author's work that was already End. One of them was titled 'My disciple, My Husband'. 😉🙏
Synopsis:
It is strictly forbidden to reproduce the work!!!!
What happens if a teacher is forced to marry his famous student?
How can they go through a marriage without being based on feelings of love and age differences that are far enough?
Cantika Maharani, a beautiful vocal teacher and an idol of her students at Nusa Bangsa High School, had to swallow the bitter reality on her wedding day.
The man who became her future husband suddenly disappeared and only sent a short message containing a series of words that tore the heart.
The marriage of Cantika was threatened with failure. But who would have thought, Andrea one of his students who was famous for badung suddenly appeared and intended to replace Dafa-kaknya, as a prospective husband Cantika.
Interested in Andrea and Cantika? The gasssss read their story in 'Muridku, Suami'
Wassalamu'alaikum 😉🙏
