Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
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The world is not as wide as the leaves of moringa. It seems like the saying is a big mistake for Nuril, because in reality he was reunited with Salman A.R, the young man who made himself always wanted to skyrocket his name. Jogja, where he first met Salman A.R, then continued in Jakarta even though literally the meeting was just a coincidence and there was no communication afterwards. However, leaving a small agenda book that becomes a sacred object for Nuril in every activity.
And what this will be called coincidence, if in the end they met and were involved in the same place in Surabaya, or it's a message that God gave to Nuril as a little answer to the do'a that for almost two years was always rapped by Nuril. Or maybe this is a test of faith for him, because Allah is too jealous of him who always and always remembers a servant like Salman A. R.
"Whatever it is, there wouldn't be a single event without a scenario from HIM."
For sure Nuril enjoyed his meeting with Salman A.R this time. And the resolve in his heart grew stronger when the choice of his heart also had the privilege as offered by his parents and had been rejected raw raw. Nuril also will not be ashamed of his parents if in the end God willed Salman A.Rnya who became his imam.
"Ahh, it feels too far to expect him to be a Priest for me, because he has just met and this heart is too greedy, and far-sighted to think if." Nuril muttered while rubbing her face that looked red.
"What's up.?" Ask Nuril's roommate.
Nuril turned to his friend, then shook his head slowly while saying. "Hemm, it's okay."
The look of disbelief was laid by Nuril's friend, and continued to stare at Nuril fixedly. "Seriously that's okay. What's the matter, your face flushed whatever else is on your nose." Said Nuril's friend.
"The cook." Nuril replied as her hands felt her face, then walked slowly towards the mirror not far from their bunk bed. Nuril smiled faintly as she rubbed her warming face and increasingly scored a red hue on her cheek. "Maybe because it's too hot to be flushed." Nuril origin.
"I think tonight the weather's a little cooler, Ipda Nuril." Said Nuril friend by giving affirmation in ahir said he.
"Yes, yeah."
"You're not a very good person to lie to, and unfortunately I've mastered more detailed body language readings than you." Nuril's friend said again, leaning her head against her left hand while her other hand closed the book in her hand and looking at Nuril with the gaze of a policeman.
For a moment Nuril was made a fool of by the gaze of his friend. "Yes, yeah. Alright." He said slowly and with a sigh in Nuril then stepped towards the small sofa in the corner of the room.
Nuril threw her body on the sofa, and returned the gaze of her friend. "Pak Kapolda's wife asked me to be her personal Adjutant." Nuril said avoiding what she really felt in her heart. "And it will soon be arranged for the procedure of moving the task." Nuril.
"That's great, Ri. But, what is the reason and why is so sudden, considering you've only been in your division a few weeks." Answer Nuril's friend.
"The reason is quite absurd as well." Nuril said as she grabbed her handbag trying to find something from inside.
"What..?"
"Because of the show." Answer Nuril briefly.
"Because she heard your voice.?"
"Exactly, and I don't think that's a very good reason, if I should leave my revision because it's not a performance or an achievement that I'm doing." Answer Nuril.
"But, I think it's good as well Ri. Because there is only a few people like you. I was also shocked earlier, and meant to ask you to teach me about Religion. Ehh, it's Miss Ari." Answer Nuril's friend while sitting on his bed.
"That's too much, and just a coincidence." Nuril replied by turning her face red again when she recalled Salman A. R.'s brown netra that looked at her intensely.
"It's no coincidence, Ri. If, you can be as fluent as that is sure you mastered from childhood and certainly not only that you mastered. I'm very sure, so be excited to work on your new devise, I hear Mr. Kapolda's new wife is quite generous." Nuril's friend said as he threw himself back into bed. "It's late enough, tomorrow I have a morning schedule. Let's sleep. Good night." Follow Nuril by turning off the lights on the side of his bed.
"Good night, sweet dreams." Nuril said, then walked slowly to his bed and grabbed his handbag to pick up something that had not been released.
Salman A. R.'s small agenda book, returned in dikaya and his clear eyes have been tracing verse by verse from the string of sweet words that might be written by Salman A.R.
"Love gives nothing but her whole being, whole, full. He also takes nothing but himself. Love has neither, nor has, for love is sufficient for love."
"Happiness is not related to anything, it is happiness that is able to create ourselves, our own minds, and also our own hearts."
"When God loves his servant so much, he will give him a trial until he hears the cry of his servant. And God deliberately lengthens our test, for God alone loves every do'a that we recite for him."
Nuril smiled faintly, as she closed the book in her hand and placed it on the nightstand while she slept. Nuril had already rolled herself up with her thin blanket and immediately returned to get herself out again, when she remembered her phone that had not been on her carcher.
Nuril took a nimang mobile phone in his hand, then shook his head slowly and directly plugged the carcher who was beside the nightstand and then put it next to the book he had read. "My feeling, because a day does not hold the phone so it feels a little heavy." Said Nuril then re-wrapped himself with a thin blanket and also a glove of fluff belong to his perfect girlfriend.
Minutes continued to change and Nuril's eyes were closed in fact reluctant to dive into the dream realm, even continue to be imagined with a brown bead belonging to Salman A.R and a thin smile that was reviewed for Nuril when calling the name Nuril.
"Ahh, it was a coincidence, and he was indeed a friendly person, Ri. So do not GeEr because he smiles at you, ordinary face does not have to blush. It's a shame." Omel Nuril to himself as he kept trying to close his eyes.
Gradually with such a hard effort, Nuril finally sailed also to Negri without limits to leave all his duninya activities as a Policewoman and return to being a spoiled Nuril also very kanakan.
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As only an hour later Nuril fell asleep, and had to wake up with a mobile phone squeak on his nightstand and quickly without seeing it Nuril immediately replied with a ready attitude as usual.
"Ready, Ipda Nuril is in place." Nuril said quickly. It was quiet because there was no response from the crowd. "Hello, Ipda Nuril is in place." Nuril repeated the word.
"Assalamu'alaikum." The soft greeting from sebrang made Nuril flabbergasted and raised the phone in his ear then more astonished when he saw the profile photo of a Lily flower that filled the screen of his cellphone, which was, even more so, the name that was there. Mommy.
"Since when have I had Mother." Inner Nuril while re-attaching a flat object to her ear.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Back the soft greeting was in the cellphone channel attached to Nuril's ear.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Nuril replied in his normal tone, in a sense unlike the attitude of a Police officer.
"Sorry Mom, but this is my phone." Nuril answered with ease, and Nuril now realized after seeing the wakker clock that was on the nightstand. The clock is 03:05. And this possibility is a scam spam call like mama asked for a pulse, but strangely enough really soft voice and also like there was a surprise when the call raised Nuril.
"Oh, like that. Then I'm sorry Ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum." Answer the voice in sebrang.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Jawba Nuril, then shook his head slowly. "There's just a fraud mode." Nuril muttered while returning to put his phone.
Nuril rushed up from her bed and headed straight for the bathroom. "Auspicious call, no need to wait for the alarm from the noisy Wakker." Nuril Gumam.
Nuril came out of the bathroom with a fress face and a smile with a faint smile then immediately used her face and soon it was dissolved in prostration long night and continued with Muroja'ah for the privilege is not just memorizing what has been in his care for almost eight years, but as his privilege of reading and reciting the Qur'an that has been in him.
And just as it had been, Nuril would disappear from his room as soon as dawn arrived, and return to his room after the sun had set on him. A thread of sweaty hair accompanied Nuril to return to his room and Nuril plans to spend his weekend this time by visiting the nursing home that yesterday had done geoglingnya.
However, as soon as she opened the door of the room, Nuril was startled by the face of her roommate who was pouting and looking at her with a very clear gaze.
"What's up.?" Nuril asked while removing her socks and rushed to the bathroom and came back out after washing her face.
"Your phone was so noisy." Replied Friend Nuril while wearing his Beret.
"Oh yes." Nuril replied and immediately grabbed the phone that was on the nightstand.
"Ahh, what an unpleasant weekend." Nuril's friend.
"Enjoyed, next week I'll definitely get a schedule." Nuril said that she had fiddled with a mobile phone in her hand, but her face looked astonished and it did not escape the observation of Nuril's friends.
"What's up..?" Ask Nuril's friend with a surprised face as well.
"I don't think I ever changed Paswwod when my phone couldn't be unlocked." Nuril said while returning to compartmentalize the mobile phone in his hand.
"Seriously, forget the Paswwod times." Answer Nuril's friend casually while wearing her socks.
"Seriously, look at it." Nuril said by showing his cellphone screen towards his friend.
"Your phone's not into the exchange, is it.?" Ask Nuril's friend.
Nuril thought for a moment, then immediately shouted softly while covering her mouth. "Ustadz Salman." Nuril said and made Nuril's friend look at her with a strange look. "I crashed last night with Ustadz Salman, and it's possible that this phone has Ustadz Salman." Nuril explained.
"It can be that."
Nuril turned the phone back in her hand and everything looked the same as her phone, so it would not be wrong if Nuril took it wrong. "It's the same thing." Nuril said, then he had walked there kamari while biting his thumb nails.
"More." Nuril's friend gave her cell phone with a faint, fluffy smile. "Telfon your number." He continued when he saw Nuril just looking at his friend with a stupid look.
Nuril smiled crisply while hitting his forehead slowly, then immediately grabbed his friend's phone and had dialed his phone number. However, when he was about to dial back he stopped. "It looks cheap no, when I called it first." Ask Nuril.
"It's funny." Nuril's friend said with a laugh. "What's wrong, is it purely because the phone is switched." Continue Nuril's friend while moving slowly.
Nuril again smiled crisply, with the shame of half-dead, because he had thought too far about Salman A.R. "Who are you until Salman A.R thinks more of you." The Nuril Day debate.
"Ken, here's my number." Nuril said in a panic as the phone in Salman A.R's possession rang and continued to walk around without quickly answering.
"Jawablah, wait what."
"I'm ashamed."
"Yes, Ri. Wonder why I should be ashamed. Here I answer." Said Nuril's friend and immediately grabbed a cell phone that was in Nuril's gang, but when he was about to lift his phone was dead first and again ringing again along with his cellphone in Nuril's hand rang as well. "Now, you answer, I must be quick to react." Said Nuril's friend as soon as he saw the name listed on his pincell screen and then left Nuril alone.
Nuril was still pacing back and forth in his room with a cellphone that was still always in his grip, until the phone rang for the fifth time Nuril was still nervous without daring to lift it.
"Ahhh, why is this more horror than meeting a pocong, or a robber." Nuril murmured while stroking his chest which continued to surge as if the heart inside wanted to jump out of place. With a deep sigh, Nuril shifted the green button on her phone screen and pressed her voice so as not to sound vibrating in the same distance.
"Assalamu'alaikum." A gentle greeting there, though, and managed to make Nuril want to drop the phone in his hand and somehow his lips seemed to be a bit tired just answering greetings from the voice there that Nuril believes it is the voice of Salman A.R.
"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum.." Back the soft voice greeted and ushered warmly in Nuril's face until it scored a red hue on her white face..
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