Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

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The stinging heat burns the skin, the heat of Surabaya City. The sky looked bright blue with a hint of white cloudiness as it marched like a cotton swab flying in the wind. The sun shines full of firmness right above the head, and it will be delicious if you currently spend time with the fall in the middle hut of rice fields while enjoying typical rural dishes.

Clock hours like this will be very fun to be in the house, or in an AC room. It should be, it's for normal people. But it's not like that according to Nuril. The proof is that in the midst of this burning heat, Nuril is still cool in the middle of the field complete with his sports clothes. And I don't know how many times Nuril kept running around the field at full speed. Until the sweaty fur poured out wet the hijab and her sports clothes.

Is this what you call heartbreak.? Nuril would not admit that. However, since Nuril's return to Surabaya ten days ago, things have always been untrue according to Nuril. Inevitably, like not liking, actually Nuril was very influenced by what was natural before returning to Surabaya. And now here's the proof. Nuril released his emotions by running around the field in the heat.

Not only did his mood feel annoying by Nuril, even his friend starting this morning was also very annoying. Everyone around him really made himself have to be able to withstand the emotions of his soul. And even worse, the children of students in the mosque near the boarding house at dawn also made Nuril furious half-life.

Today, it is as if the world is testing it with a sense of heartbreak that Nuril does not want to admit. Nuril did not want to think about the things that had happened a few hearts ago, but deep in his heart Nuril still felt disappointed, also heartbroken even though Nuril did not want to call it that. And the more broken his heart, when he remembered that the two people who filled his heart did not want him.

Ustadz Salmanya also Mas Ainya. Both of them had completely broken Nuril's heart simultaneously and made Nuril have no other choice but to heal the heart wounds made by himself as well as by someone who had managed to make a comeback Nuril remembered the old wounds.

Breath in Nuril shows how he wants to get out of the burden of his heart, and running Nurilpun turned into a wide road, then out quickly from the field arena, he said, and down the highway to get back to the hostel.

Nuril's broad steps, it's almost at the intersection of the road to his boarding house, and quickly the move slowed down when not far from his spot he saw the figure that had tore his heart thinly smiling at someone who was standing not far from him.

The smile was so sweet in Nuril's eyes, it also swayed Nuril's determination not to look at her and added an admiring stock that had been embedded so deeply in her heart. But falling in love is stupid. What else is love itself that continues to be cared for without any certainty and courage to express it.

In love, that word should not need to fall. Because, whose name falls is definitely sick, even if it falls in love. And that's what Nuril feels. Because, his love clapped one hand.

To the cross, Nuril who was about to turn to choose the other way to hunt was called by Iptu Jonathan, and the small run of Iptu Jonathan felt like a sound of a cannon exploding in his chest, because his eyes were sitting with the shady netra belonging to Ustadz Salman who also walked slowly towards Nuril was standing.

If, if only. Nuril did not recall that Salman A.Rnya had a fiancee, obviously Nuril would not break that view in haste and throw his gaze towards Iptu Jonathan who was approaching him with a smile that was flaring wide on his lips.

"It's hard, Ipda Nuril in his car, but we're a complex." Iptu Jo said so standing right in front of Nuril that it really covered someone who was walking slowly behind him.

Nuril's thin smile stiffened slightly and then quickly lowered her head, as Salman A.Rnya stood beside Iptu Jo. "Jonathan's super busy, knowing he'll step up." Replied Nuril who was greeted with a crisp laugh by Iptu Jo.

"Praise God all for Do'a loved ones. Isn't that so Salman.?" Said Iptu Jonathan, and only nodded with a smile by Ustadz Salman behind his head who was also bowed. From the two heads that bowed to each other, the corner of their eyes occasionally stole a glance even if it was just a moment and returned down with the contents of the head that was almost the same, and the chest that was also rhythmically beating.

"Will Ipda Nuril be on duty tonight.?" Iptu Jo asked, in the middle of the minds of the two people beside him who were speculating with each other by hiding it in a downed way.

"Tasks in the unit do not exist, but there are other tasks that cannot be left behind." Answer Nuril slowly. And don't want to explain what tasks he can't leave behind.

"Until what time the task takes place, we are ready to wait." Iptu Jonathan said, embracing Ustadz Salman's shoulder.

Nuril raised his head at a glance, and again his eyes collided with the shady net of Salman A. R. who was also smiling waiting for his answer. "Just until after Isha'."

"Nahh, what a coincidence. Coincidentally Mas Salman is also usually a bit late, is not so Mas Salman.?"

"Lere's, Bang Jo." Ustadz Salman.

"So, I'll pick up after Isya' at the boarding house." Disconnect Iptu Jonathan without concern for Nuril's tweets objecting to it.

Nuril objected to it, and it was solely because of Salman A.Rnya. Nuril just does not want Salman A.Rnya think that she is a girl who likes to yawl outside and spend her time to jack up, he said, but Nuril also cannot say that she is not a girl like that directly to someone she likes.

And what Nuril can do now, other than just silence while nodding weakly, when Iptu Jonathan set a time to pick himself up amid the thin smile of Salman A.R who was also addressed to him. And again, Nuril could not control his attitude in front of Salman A.Rnya when Nuril's right hand was still lifted to avenge the wave of Salman A.Rnya hand until the person disappeared within the reach of Nuril's eyes.

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Thin drizzle, wander the city of Surabaya, and bring the smell of wet soil out fill Nuril's sense of smell who still smiled happily, after almost half a month his smile disappeared. And the smile was not because he was sitting on the terrace of his House to wait for Iptu Jonathan who was about to pick him up. Instead, the happy smile was due to the surprise given by his protege in the Mosque.

Nuril never celebrated her birthday, so Nuril never remembered her birthday. And today, it was really a very sweet surprise for Nuril, to make Nuril shed tears, because they feel so cared for and loved by young children who never lie with their feelings.

"Well, Ipda Nuril is so happy waiting for my arrival." A word instantly wraps Nuril's smile back into an ****** embarrassed smile. "Hopefully the reason the smile is true is because of me." Continue Iptu Jonathan who has been leaning on the gate iron fence.

Nuril just waved her hand in response to Iptu Jonathan's words, then rushed back inside asking for permission to Mother Kost to go out.

"Come on, Iptu Jonathan. Don't let me change my mind." Nuril said and walked ahead of Iptu Jonathan who was still chuckling with Nuril's indifference to him.

No one knows the plan tucked in Iptu Jonathan's brain, as far as the people he's been talking to tonight, just a farewell party titled by Iptu Jonathan who will soon be transferred to the position as well as rising. And the plan has been in place since Iptu Jonathan returned from Banyuwangi some time ago.

Love should not be expressed. Maybe the word is worth mentioning for Ustadz Salman and Ipda Nuril, who chose silence with his feelings that were able to be read by Iptu Jonathan. And it was on the basis of herd loyalty that Iptu Jonathan chose to raise his heart to surrender. Not because of anything, because there is no place for Iptu Jonthan for Ipda Nuril. It was Iptu Jonathan saw when Ipda Nuril fell in the arms of Ustadz Salman at that time.

"No, No, No." The sound of a snap of Nuril's finger in front of Iptu Jonathan broke Iptu Jonathan's daydream of the plan he had laid out.

Iptu Jonathan's broad smile immediately expanded. "Not only are you smiling mysteriously, I can too." Kill Iptu Jonathan, then immediately pull the gas peda of the car that is in the overlap once the seatbelt they have worn

There are no meaningful conversations that they talk about during the journey to the destination, only the discussion of a new place that Iptu Jonathan will go to, as the mandate of the task of the State he was carrying. And then Nuril's mood suddenly felt bad when Iptu Jonathan turned his car towards the parking lot that was swayed by the vehicle, even though the place they came to was a cafe with a cool tongkrongan standard for young ladies.

"Related this place.?" Nuril said as she opened her seatbelt, and was only answered with a steady nod by Iptu Jonathan.

"Come on." Say Iptu Jonathan and walk in line with Ipda Nuril.

The atmosphere in Caffe was also quite tenuous, and made Nuril think far where, not strange thoughts, but thoughts about his Perfect Boyfriend. Yes, the atmosphere of Caffe is quiet, making Nuril think if the Caffe they came to is bankrupt, and if only the same thing happened with the Perfect Girlfriend business is clearly not much different atmosphere.

As soon as Nuril's feet stepped on the last steps on the top steps, the quiet atmosphere immediately turned lively with various colorful balloons, as well as toy lights that suddenly lit up flashing, also accompanied by a simultaneous scream that made Nuril's eyes glassy.

"Nuril's Happy BirthDay Ipda." The sound was in unison with several pieces of colorful paper that were blown towards Nuril. And the laughter was all the more broken when he saw the reaction of Nuril who could only be silent while crying happily for the shock that had sprung up in his reception today.

Nuril, just did not expect that her friend knew her date of birth, even to the point of bother giving her a surprise, some were still in uniform. And one by one he regretted giving congratulations to Nuril. In the Nuril family tradition there is never a birthday, although Nuril's estuary is quite located. And the anniversary of the birth of Nuril or other families, just by eating together and going to the orphanage and then sharing with those who are less fortunate in the material.

And this time, it was really the first for Nuril. There are balloons, there are gifts, there are decorative decorations, there are also birthday cakes, although birthday cakes come later. But, it wasn't her birthday cake that made Nuril smile erratically, but whoever brought the cake to him who kept his chest back together would not follow his brain who warned him that it was not right he did.

Wrapped in light brown jean's pants, combined with a silver shirt rolled under the elbow, Ustadz Salman looked dazzling to Nuril's eyes, moreover, Ustadz Salman's hair is usually covered in a neat sideways layout like the youth order of today. And one more thing, Ustadz Salman's smile really makes Nuril can not resist the charm of Ustadz Salman by returning his smile with a sweet smile that is the first time Nuril dedicated to a young man.

"Barokah fi umrik, Ipda Nuril. Sanah hilwah." Ustadz Salman said while giving a heart-shaped chocolate cake to Ipda Nuril, and it managed to make some of the girls there heartbroken. Because, they saw Ustadz Salman as if he had given his heart to Ipda Nuril when he was handing the cake to Ipda Nuril.

Nuril's smile expanded, as her hands stretched out and received the cake that was offered to her in a soft speech. "Thank you Ustadz Salman."

If it may be selfish for a moment, Nuril wants to be selfish for tonight only. And enjoy it by not wanting to put aside this amlam by continuing to enjoy the smile of Ustadz Salman, then throw a moment of guilt against the Fiancee of Ustadz Salman, then, it would certainly hurt to know that there was Nuril who admired him by not knowing himself.

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Wow, Mbak Nuril is very good. What a gift, from Ustadz Salman..🤔🤔🤔🤔.

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