Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Enjoying moments

Happy Reading's...

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

The familiar and warm atmosphere is still very felt in the room that is still festive, although some of the people have dissolved themselves. In the corner of the velvet sofa, Nuril was still sitting with a smile that never came off framing his lips, and it has been right to forget the feeling of discomfort for a few days because there is one right reason but not right. Ustadz Salman is the reason Nuril still continues to maintain a smile on his face.

Calm voice, crisp laughter is also a face that Nuril can enjoy freely, such as hypnotizing Nuril and making Nuril berandai if deep into his own imagination.

"Es anget tea, Ril.?" Said Nuril's friend by patting Nuril's shoulder while laughing out loud. "Beteweh, it's the chin on the mulu's top, what a heavy he is on the head." Furthermore, Nuril's friend had sat next to Nuril.

Nuril smiled thinly while shaking her head slowly trying to get rid of the thought of someone who was also sitting on her side and only 3 seats away from her. Perhaps, because he was so close to Nuril and could freely speak without any restrictions about uniforms and others, so that the figure could just slip into Nuril's mind.

"Hemm, even a smile a smile is not clear." Nuril's friend said again, and quickly thrust a microphone towards Nuril.

Nuril widened her eyes with both of her eyebrows raised while closing the microphone in front of her so that her murmur was not heard by the others. "Now..?"

"Singing dong, your voice is good." Replied Nuril's friend without aling aling, even with a slightly loud voice that went into the microphone so successfully made everyone who stared at Nuril.

Aware of the gaze of everyone, including Salman A.Rnya, Nuril could only pursed her lips and did not realize that her such behavior made Salman A.R's chest shy.

"Come, Ri. I'm helping with do'a." Again said temna Nuril, and welcomed with a valid reply with other friends.

Nuril sighed deeply and then grabbed the microphone that was still thrust towards him, then stood up like his friend who was then greeted with a standing ovation by his friend.

"Okay, okay. But, I'm sorry. I wasn't very good at singing, so I switched to poetry." Nuril said with a look in all directions and stopped a few seconds where Ustadz Salman was also looking at him.

"That's a lie, when your voice is very good." Timpal was Nuril's other friend.

"Truly, if singing isn't so." Nuril replied by trying to convince everyone, that what he said was not a lie. And in fact it is like that, even though Nuril's voice is good, but Nuril does not really know about song songs and also does not memorize.

"All right, whatever it is. Let's get started." Said Nuril's friend, and the atmosphere turned silent. The nervousness made Nuril's chest again bubbled faster, what else when all eyes looked at him, even more so when the netting collided with the shady netra belonging to Salman A.Rnya. Back with a deep breath and a tight grip on the microphone, Nurilpun's voice slowly penetrated the eardrum, sending vibrations to someone who was sitting down to neutralize the stubbornness in his chest.

Her...

All the taste that is poured out in every strand of the do'a.

Her...

The soul-grasper, the body-tightener.

Her...

The one in do'a. However, it is unattainable in real.

Because he...

All are giving up...

All restless...

And everything is destroyed too...

There is an unguided feeling..

There is a miss that is not up to you...

But...

There is a gap that also does not give a gap

For us to continue in the same direction..

Because it's...

The petals have fallen to the ground..

The silence gradually rhymed with applause and also a few words praising Nuril, or rather not believe that Nuril can make a pretty word out of the character Nuril is known by his friends. Also, it managed to make the corner of Salman A.R's lips reveal a mysterious faint smile.

Let alone everyone, Nuril himself was also surprised by the words that came out spontaneously from his lips, and that was all because Nuril often opened a notebook of Salman A.Rnya containing the word sweet. Nuril wanted to return the book to its owner, but Nuril did not have the guts to it. And if Nuril does, it means that Nuril must be prepared to face the consequences when acknowledging his feelings to Salman A.Rnya.

The biggest consequences that Nuril has to face, Nuril already knows, and it would be better if the book remained in Nuril's hands. Because, at least Nuril still has things about Salman A.Rnya despite not being able to be with his person.

Want Nuril not to be ashamed, and shout loudly, or act like his colleague who shamelessly approached Salman A.Rnya. But, Nuril still believes in the power of do'a in the sky. However, when Nuril felt his prayers did not shake Arsy', with the answer that the name of the other person was written for Salman A.Rnya, Nuril was not discouraged. Because Nuril was also convinced there would be another name written for him in Lauhul mahfudz.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

The murottals of some of the high priests from the Haram are playing quietly in the car audio, which now leaves only Nuril and Salman A.Rnya. Because only Nuril who lived a little far from the other also at once in line with Ustadz Salman.

Nuril wanted to join Iptu Jonathan's car, because it was Iptu Jonathan who brought him to that place. But Iptu Jonathan said there were other interests beyond the way home, so left Nuril to Ustadz Salman. And this is the result now, Nuril sits shyly in the back seat with occasional glances to enjoy the lips of Salman A.Rnya who moves to follow the strains of Murottal in the suit.

Not once did Nuril blush twice, as her lips also moved following the motion of her Salman A.R lips. And do not ever ask how delicious, can be mutually valid to recite memorization even though it is not done in the light of both.

Nuril should have thought that Salman A.Rnya was a guard just like him. However, the heart that has fallen too much, tendrung do not want to find out anything, and just know enough that he fell in a sense that can only be plaused through do'a only.

"Ipda Nuril has arrived." Ustadz Salman said as he turned towards Nuril who was still cool with his own mind, until the apparent beauty on his face made Salman A.Rnya smile knot. "Did I fall asleep surprising until.?"

Nuril shook his head slowly, then quickly moved to open the door. "The door is still in the lock, Uatadz Salman." Nuril said with a embarrassed face.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Ustadz Salman replied in unison with the sound of a car door lock opening. Both equally down from the car and stand not so blissful but also can not be said close as well, but facing each other with the same head bowed.

"Thank you Ustadz Salman." Nuril said slowly,

"The same." Silent, and only filled with the sound of vehicles passing by, as well as the sound of guitar quotes from patrol posts.

"Sa.."

"Ma." Say both at the same time, and stop at the same time. To make the two nod their heads and look at the two meet each other for a moment. However, the two quickly turned back that gaze.

"Please take it first." Finally, Ustadz Salman said out as the two were silent in awkwardness for some time.

"Samples first." Answer Nuril.

Back silence. "I'm sorry I just got here."

"It's okay, Ustadz." Nuril answered while squeezing the strap of the sling bag he was wearing. "Again, thank you very much. Excuse me good night." Nuril continued and had almost turned around, but stopped when Ustadz Salman told him to wait for a while.

Ustadz Salman, running around the car and soon returned with a small rectangular box in his hand, then a moment later it was outstretched to Nuril. "May be useful." Ustadz Salman said with a warm look. Unaware of it was Ustadz Salman, with that gaze set what was inside Nuril's chest aflame, after painstakingly trying to extinguish it.

Enjoy Ri, Enjoy it. It's your day. Nuril's heart whispered softly as her hands stretched out and her eyes enjoyed the beautiful sin before her. "Too much trouble, but thank you very much Ustadz Salman." Nuril replied with a more widened breech smile. And not wanting to guess what the contents of the box were, just imagining how the person who gave it looked for the gift, making Nuril's heart back in the flower garden and thinking if wild.

And from the umpteenth of the gift he got tonight, maybe this small object in the box will be a sacred object for Nuril apart from the notebook belonging to Salman A.Rnya.

"Good night, Ipda Nuril. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Said Ustadz Salman and immediately turned back into his car after his greeting was answered by Nuril, with ******* a smile behind his bowed head. And the wave of Nuril's hand accompanied the departure of the car that moved slowly leaving the smoke that billowed roll in the air, like the feeling of both of them were also let in the air through do'a.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Seriate...

####

🤔:What code..?

:What code Mak..?

🤔:Kodeanya Kado..😂😂😂

Still waiting for Like, Coment and Vote...

Love Love Love...

💖💖💖💖💖💖

By: Ariz coffee

@maydina862