Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
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"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum." Back the soft voice greeted, and delivered warmly to Nuril's face so that it scored a red hue on her cheek.
After taking a deep breath, Nuril tried to answer the greetings from Gus Ali even with trembling lips. "Wa'alaikumussalam."
A sigh of relief from Gus Ali, was clearly heard by Nuril and the two were equally silent for some time, until the clink of the clock on the wall as loud as it sounded in the ears of Nutir Nuril continued to bite his thumb nails restlessly, because someone on the other side who had managed to make it like he lost all his abilities, even to the point of making his tongue.
"Gee." Once they want to talk, they both want to talk.
"Please take it first." Said Gus Ali after clearing his throat slowly.
"Samples just yet." Nuril replied in a slightly stamped voice.
Gus Ali's breath was heard by Nuril. "Our phone's been switched." Said Gus Ali in a slow but sure tone. Nuril nodded slowly, and after realizing that she was on the phone immediately she let out her voice to answer Gus Ali said.
"God, Ustadz." Answer Nuril kaku.
"Ipda Nuril, right.?" Ask Gus Ali.
"Gus Leres.(.Right Gus.)"
"Dhem." Deheman Gus Ali's voice is heard. "So, was there a call for me just now, like the one on the phone sampean."
Nuril was silent for a moment, and thought. Shouldn't he just go straight to the point, behind where the phone is. Nuril murmured in the heart.
"Ipda Nuril is still there" Back Gus Ali's soft voice greeted Nuril who still did not answer.
"Enggeh Tadz, that was there who called on behalf of Mother. I'm sorry, I picked it up, I'm sorry for my guts." Nuril.
Silent for a moment, and the clanging of the clock seemed to laugh at Nuril who was still always in a hurry, just because hearing the voice of someone who had made his heart a strange thumbs. It's embarrassing, just hearing his voice can make it hard to catch your breath. Nuril's heart.
"Sorry, I also sassy to pick up a call from the Perfect Girlfriend until the next." Said Gus Ali in a slight tone, or it was just Nuril's feeling.
"So we're even." Selonoh Nuril's.
"I'll pass by the Office, if there's any time we can exchange phones there." Gus Ali is back.
"Sorry Tadz, today I am off duty. I have other plans in Wonokromo area." Nuril replied with a little ambiguity, because honestly Nuril wanted to immediately exchange their phones, only today he had already promised the owner of the Nursing Home to come there immediately.
"Oh, what a coincidence. I also have a direction to fund. We can meet there." Is this not too much, if Nuril thinks of this like being set a promise like a pair of lovers. Again, just by thinking of that Nuril's face was blushing.
"Monggo is Tadz, it's up to Genengan." Nuril's words sounded soared a little more cheerfully because of the opinion from her own mind.
"Alright, just set the place later." Gus Ali.
"Sampean alone who set Tadz, I still do not understand the area here." Answer Nuril.
"Then you'll just give the location via GPS."
"Oh yeah, that's how it can be." Nuril said by patting her forehead slowly.
"Well, I have to get ready for Ipda Nuril, see you there. Asalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Nuril replied then immediately closed his call and prancing prancing was unclear.
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Police are human too...
Have a sense of heart...
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Nuril's carefree voice blared in between her activities preparing to go to the place she had planned from a week ago. But, not because of his plans that run on schedule, but there is a small accident that might turn into a beautiful coincidence.
Nute color gamis with long khimar matching color already in use, but for a while back Nuril release, while muttering slowly. "This is not a lesson, Ri. You're going to a social event that requires you to move fast." Nuril ransacked the contents of his locker.
"Ahh, this sucks. Why falling in love should be this serepot. Why should I care about my appearance in front of him. I am I, after all I am also a State servant, even my work every day requires me to appear dressed not in the category as a graceful woman." Disconnect Nuril by pulling a plisket skirt with a long-sleeved shirt, then wrapped in a mint color Cardigan limited to his knee.
Instant hijab owned by a well-known brand with enough length to cover his chest and back, making Nuril look sweeter than his daily life that usually uses sragam unity of the press body. And when it was certain that the person who had just seen Nuril at this time, would not have thought that Nuril was a Policewoman who had special skills in shooting, she said, he also graduated from the Millter Police Academy as the fastest runner of his class.
His appearance was indeed very much different when Nuril had become the real Nuril. Nuril looks more like a Santri Putri, and it's no wonder. Because Nuril did grow up in Pesantren, and his decision to pursue his ideals to become a Police Woman is also very much about by his family.
Not just for proof to his parents, if Nuril can still maintain all manners, family rules are also how to dress when being free from his duties. But, this is more on because Nuril feels comfortable when seen with a dress shirt or other loose clothing.
After making a decision by not caring what Gus Ali will think later, Nuril stepped definitely with clean white shoes accompanying his path to do good today. "I'm ready, Ri's spirit." Nuril said as he walked away from the dormitory gate he lived in.
In public transportation Nuril tried not to care about what was being debated by his heart. However, his actual desire really bothers him when he remembers it may be Ustadz Salman who occupies the heart and mind as well, even has succeeded in dominating the heart of Nuril, has a clear taste is not like him. Just thinking about that alone made Nuril lose his spirit for a moment.
"Come, Ri. At least you never lie with your card, just to attract the attention of others." Disconnect Nuril, then quickly shift his focus to memorization rather than thinking about things that are actually not too important to think about.
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Nuril's smile widened, as she set foot in front of a Nursing Home. And just like that Nuril had forgotten what had made him think hard when a warm welcome in his get.
It did not take long, Nuril was already dissolved in the happiness that from childhood he would feel when Nuril could share. Born to a rich family, with a business empire owned by his father, did not necessarily make Nuril behave as he liked to scatter the money given by his parents.
Little Nuril is very fond of saving, then will help people in need with the money he has collected. And that goes on to this day, also to this day.
Nuril's busyness helps all activities while listening to stories from the residents of the orphanage, making Nuril forget the time until it does not feel Dzuhur. With a smile that was still always on her lips, Nuril stepped out of the dining area and headed to Musholla which was not far away where she was at the moment.
Long enough, Nuril drowned in his prostration and also beristikomah with his creations even though only for a few sheets. At least that is what he always remembered from a young child, when he heard someone advising his son, when he decided to become a Hafidzul Qur'an.
After feeling enough, Nurilpun again stepped back into the dining room of Panti Jompo. And have already prepared some drugs that will be given according to complaints, and according to the prescription of the Doctor. In fact, doing activities that are liked can forget other things, and it is real Nuril felt. That there was another promise he had forgotten, which was to give the location of his existence to Ustadz Salmanya.
"Mbak Nuril, the cell phone is sounding constantly." Said one of the people who was near the table where Nuril put his sling bag.
"Enggeh Ma'am." Nuril replied and immediately rushed towards where her bag was.
For a while Nuril's chest was again hammered, as soon as he saw the phone screen in his hand showing his cellphone number. With her chest pounding violently, Nuril shifted the green button and glued it slowly to her ear.
"The Assalamu'alaikum, Ipda Nuril." Again and again Nuril's heart thumbs up just by hearing the voice of Gus Ali. And Nuril felt that this would soon be his weakness, if Nuril did not carefully immediately deal with such a sensitive thing that is often called this love.
Huh, Love. Why also Nuril must be trapped in this vortex of love, even taking care of him for years, even perpetuating his name as well. But, what this is called a mistake, if it is called a sin maybe yes.
It's too drama, ahh. Scared Nuril's heart, and immediately answered the greetings from Gus Ali so as not to repeat the greeting like this morning.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Enggeh Tadz." Nuril answered slightly away from the crowd.
"Sampean hasn't sent me his location yet, he's still busy. If so, I can wait for a break." Gus Ali.
Nuril frowned for a moment. Nuril does not want Ustadz Salman to think that he deliberately did this, to hold Gus Ali's phone in his hand or vice versa. "Oh, not Ustadz. I happen to be done, I forgot to tell the story." Answer Nuril. "I'm sending you the location now, engeh. Assalamu'alaikum." Nuril continued and immediately decided on his call upon hearing Gus Ali's reply.
Despite how much Nuril likes Gus Ali, but at all he does not want to look like that in front of him. This is just a feeling that Nuril has, so it is not good if at the beginning of this meeting Nuril is too hopeful for many things that may already exist that have and dream it first. And preparing everything will be better, as the saying Ready an umbrella before the rain. Things later do not rain at least umbrella can be useful for shelter from the heat as well.
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Mom wants to be ready, too. Gus Ali, Mom is waiting at the entrance gate of the Nursing Home...
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