Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

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The fog still embraces the Earth, visible on the eastern horizon a glowing orange tinge indicates that the Sun will soon be out of its clash. Nuril was already prepared with clothes by her body. The loose ash-colored suit makes her look even more beautiful, what else is a black warrants veil that fits on her head also adds to her looking perfect.

Nuril was just about to pull out her shoes when a man came out from beside Grandma Nuril's house. The man, still wearing cocoa clothes and sarongs, even the pecinya was still perched on his head, and looked gray which although not too much, but quite attention-grabbing.

"Where are you going, Wie." Ask a man.

"Pakde's habit, morning habit. Jogg." Nuril replied without seeing who asked and focused on the shoes on her feet. "Where are you going.?" Ask Nuril back.

"Also morning habits, Jogging." Nuril turned his head for a while then laughed out loud when he saw the appearance of Pakdenya, who was the only brother owned by Ibu Nuril.

"Wear that kayak.?" Nuril said in the middle of her blaring laughter.

"Why, it's legal."

"Yes, no one forbids it either." Nuril answered and then stood up and started a light warm-up.

"That knows." At the strike of Nuril's shoulder and follow the way Nuril's heating is stretching the leg muscles. "It should be at this hour you're in the kitchen, help Uti." Pakde Nuril continued after they had been quiet for a long time.

"Hmmm. Also at once listening to Uti's Noh." Nuril replied by throwing a wicked smile.

"You never change. Your mama knows you're here.?" Ask Pakde Nuril again.

"Tau, last night Uwi was nervous." Nuril replied indifferently.

"You're tumben straight here, usually to your mother's Mbah's house first."

"And usually Uti same Pakde not at home." Nuril answered by having started running alri on the spot. "It's been 4 years since Nuril wasn't here."

"Yes too. Yeah, let's go with Jogging." Said Pakde Nuril again.

"Pakde sure wants to follow Uwi."

"Why can't you.?"

"All right, only Uwi does not want Pakde to come, over time. Uwi's going to the hill." Nuril replied and had overtaken Pakdenya's little run.

"Holks.? That's far, Wi." Pakde Nuril said and had taught Nuril a small run.

"Makanya Pakde do not need to come. Uwi Bawain Mangga Muda." After the sentence Nuril has spurred his run a little, and left Pakdenya behind who was screaming yelling at him.

"Hurry home, your mama'll come get you. Not your cousin's wedding today." Shouted Pakde Nuril while still following Nuril who ran a little fast.

"The marriage is still consummated Dzuhur Pakde." Nuril replied by waving his hand indicating that he did not want to be followed and would immediately run fast.

"Ehh, Wi. The hill no longer has any mangoes." Pekik Pakde Nuril, but in vain because Nuril sudha far away and also the headseat has also been coiled above his head to his ears. Until leaving a light head by Pakde Nuril.

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Rustic atmosphere with large Randu wood on the side of the road, making the beautiful atmosphere so felt. Nuril continued to run slowly while filling his lungs with oxygen supply that is still virgin. The still green rice also adds fresh eye view.

And slowly the rice field was shifted with the Ilalang plant when Nuril had started to climb to the foot of the hill that he was about to visit. Nuril was stunned when he reached the top of the hill, instead of finding a large Mango tree that Nuril used to climb if he was visiting Rumah Utinya. Nuril actually found a tall calf that did not know how wide it was wide, because as far as the eye could see, the fort extended to the edge.

Nuril still continued to stand on the rocky road neatly arranged, and his eyes still continued to look at the two-meter-high wall that was in front of him. "Since when has this been home. Anyhow there's electricity coming in here." Nuril murmured while wiping the sweat-spattered fur scattered on his face.

Nuril thought it would be nice to sit on a branch of a Mango tree while enjoying the morning view on the far side of the Hill that presents a green view of the countryside. However, his calculations were right wrong this time, to make him now sit on the side of the road with selonjoran.

"Anyone does not want to buy this hill, he said does not produce. This is what people buy obviously reckless." Nuril said still with attention to the iron gate that was tightly closed with a large padlock that bound the chain.

Long enough Nuril enjoyed his solitude, while thinking about the possibility that happened later at the wedding ceremony of his cousin's sister. Helaan breath repeatedly Nuril did, whenever he remembered that this time Nuril could not avoid meeting with Sarungan Temple of his arch-enemy. And I don't know what Nuril should do later when he meets that person.

Nuril immediately got up from his seat, when he heard the roar of a two-stroke motor. And immediately his chest pounded very tight when he saw who was driving the motorcycle. Even Nuril to convince his vision by wiping several times his eyes, that what he saw was not the appearance of Jin waiting for the hill.

Sekita Nuril turned back to Beteng high behind him, and the horror story about this Hill swirled in his head. However, Nuril's efforts flanged also had no results, because still the shadow was true. Even the only motor that was behind the person who brought the first motorbike was really the person Nuril knew.

Nuril turned around too late, making the two people who had been riding the motorbike realize the existence of Nuril and was as surprised as Nuril, even to the point of braking suddenly to stop right near Nuril.

"Nuril's IPDA. Nuril. Not wrong. Sure this." Iptu Jonathan said enthusiastically. And Nuril could only look down while rubbing his nape. Nervous, obviously for sure. And that's why he's sitting on a motorcycle with more clothes than usual.

If usually Ustadz Salman, wear a santri-style dress, or a polite dress and a formal souvenir with Alexa the Vespa butut vehicle. But, this time this scene really made Nuril reluctant to turn away. Hoodie Abu Abu pictured in a pair of black jeans, plus a hat that behind make the appearance of Ustadz Salman is amazingly gallant not less than Iptu Jonathan.

"Nuril, it should be just like that. We're not in the union." Said Iptu Jonathan again, and made Nuril aware of what he was doing. Admire someone who has.

"Bang Jo, that's all. That's not how Salman is."

"By Bang Jo. Assalamu'alaikum Ipda Nuril." Ustadz Salman Sapa.

After answering the salute Ustadz Salman. Nuril pinched his own hand, and felt sick even Nuril was also aware, this means he was not hallucinating or being dribbled to another dimension by the astral mahluq of Bukit dwellers. And that means he really met Uatadz Salmannya. But wait, didn't Nuril promise to forget his Ustadz Salaman. So what is this, why Nuril feels sangan gugub also happy to meet him.

Someone please remind Nuril, do not be happy too much, so that later also not too disappointed.

"Wait, why are you here. Not that you are from Jogja yes despite being born and a little big in Bali." Bang Jo said.

"My mom's family is also My dad is from here Iptu Jo."

"Ralat, it should be Bang Jo." Little rarity slid off Bang Jo's lips. Nuril grinned the horse for a while and immediately shifted his eyes because the net was in a relationship with the brown net belongs to Gus Ali. "Hemm, can I see the future in-laws." Furthermore, Bang Jo again chuckled alone, because the two people who were beside him actually smiled at each other stiffly.

"Ri, come with me." Said Bang Jo again.

Nuril again raised her head and looked at the two people in front of her. "Where, isn't this already at the top." Nuril answered while looking at the flowing road in front of the gate of iron.

"Fruit harvest said Mas Salman, right Mas Salman.?"

"More or less like that, Bang Jo." Ustadz Salman.

"Let's come with me." Iptu Jonathan.

Nuril did not answer immediately, but instead looked at Ustadz Salman for a moment to convince himself.

"Monggo come with Ipda Nuril." Ustadz Salman said with a smile of tipia that became toxic to Nuril.

"All right." Answer Nuril slowly.

"So, you don't want to mess with Mas Salman." Ask Bang Jo with his naughty smile.

Of course I chose in the bells of Ustadz Salman, the heart of Nuril. "I'll ride my own bike." Nuril answered slowly.

"Okay, Ustadz Salman isn't a fool." Bang Jo said, and without saying what Ustadz Salman rushed down from his bike and gave the key to Nuril.

"Thank you Ustadz Salman."

"The same." Ustadz Salman replied, and hurried to walk near the closed gate, not to climb into the bonnet of Bang Jo's motorbike.

After the gate opened, Nuril's eyes suddenly widened. Because the view of the orange orchard with a very thick fruit filled the view of his eyes, even though Nuril's saliva almost dripped. Orange trees that are not too big are lined up neatly, and in the middle of the height there is enough road to walk two cars at once.

Nuril did not stop the tabjuk, until the motorbike that did not ride in front of him turned in a house that was not enough but two floors. The balcony is lined with teak wood carved with shiny paint, making the impression this house is exactly like the Villa in the mountains in Batu City that Nuril had visited.

Still amazed Nuril followed the steps of the garden owner who invited him to go to Gazebo which is not far from the house. The water flowed in a Koi fish pond that numbered more than a hundred, and it appeared once if it was the original source water, because the water was very cold.

"Mas Salman, you can pick the orange." Said Bang Jo, then after getting a slow nod from Ustadz Salman, Bang Jo immediately stood up and sat down and invited Nuril to participate while inviting him to continue talking here and there, which only in sahuti flat only by Nuril, until they returned again kr Gazebo again with a lot of citrus fruit.

"It's still not ripe, Bang Jo." Ustadz Salman said by setting aside some fruits that still look green.

"The cook." Without thinking long Bang Jo immediately peeled it and true that the inside still looks a little white, also without listening to the speech of Ustadz Salaman first, Bang Jo immediately ate it until his face immediately changed due to acidity, and without even listening to the words of Ustadz Salaman first, Bang Jo immediately ate it until his face immediately changed due to acidity, and it managed to make Nuril also Ustadz Salman laugh without awkward again.

They continued to chat in Gazebo with laughter that never escaped, because Bang Jo always made a joke that was crisp but could be wrapped with his hilarious behavior. And until unknowingly glancing small glances that had been stolen Nuril was caught by Ustadz Salman, then made Nuril again remembered if this was not supposed to be done.

But, the other side of Nuril's little heart said. Let me enjoy this coincidence, enjoy the smile, enjoy being around it, before I finally take it off and save this as a memory that will never be repeated.

Seriate...

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Nungguin Fiancee.. Patience well. Wait for the clothes of Lebaran Mother first.

Keep the spirit of living his poem.

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