Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Sweet Feelings

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Birds fly to and fro about to return to their nests when the sky has begun to inflate, the sound of the clutter brings the news that the sky will soon turn dark with the shifting of the sun who wants to return to the contest and leave the world in the darkness of night that only sneeze the moon.

Nuril has also prepared with his small bag to return to his boarding school, after teaching which became the umpteenth task after he idled his Chocolate uniform every day. Not many know indeed that he devoted himself as an educator after the dangerous profession in his career. It's limited to only a few families who know.

But, today. The arrival of Ustadz Salmannya to where Nuril shared Science, making Nuril can not hide anymore about him, Nuril, when Takmir's undeniable chairman aling aling instead introduced Nuril with some secrets that Nuril always hid from his colleagues, especially to Ustadz Salman.

She wanted Nuril to cut the conversation off, but her tongue was instantly twisted, as her eyes fell on the pair of pure white feet that were in front of her. And the pounding on his chest was so annoying, that the nervousness could not be ignored. Instead of wanting to ask about Ustadz Salman's words before Nuril was hurt, to look at the reaction of the face of someone who was in front of him only Nuril was unable to.

Until Nuril left, asked about the intention of Ustadz Salman before being injured could not get out of Nuril's lips. And what this relationship should look like, even though Nuril clearly knows, that he can not establish a commitment for now. However, if Ustadz Salman gives clarity about the meaning of his speech and is willing to wait for him for the next year, it is clear Nuril will be excited for it.

Nuril walked slowly with a sling bag hanging on her left shoulder. Leaving the vast courtyard of the Mosque with a hopeful look at the Vespa motorbike still parked in place. That indicates that the rider is still in this place.

Nuril's steps are anchored away from the gate of the Mosque with a thought that is grandiose for him. Because it requires someone who does not provide certainty for himself. It is not easy for a man, especially a man who is an adult to determine his attitude. Especially for someone like Ustadz Salman. Nuril was well aware of that.

Andia said, Mas Ainya's parents were not good friends with both parents, nor were they involved in the promise, of course Nuril would not be an option for their son.

Annasu when hubba, kal laili when najmi. Wal hubba when qoidzi kal qahwati when sukarin. Nuril muttered slowly then continued his footprints back to his residence. And it seems that Nuril's decision this time must be balanced with more activities, in order to forget his pure feelings.

"Nuril's Ipda." Nuril's steps immediately stopped hearing his name being called upon by someone who had just filled his mind. Yes Ustadz Salman called him. Ustadz Salman's tall body stepped slowly, like the picture of slow motion in a romantic drama, what else is the background of the sun that is infinitely making the celiet more dazzling in the eyes of Nuril.

Sin, sin. Whispering softly Nuril heart and quickly Nuril wanted to bow his head. Ahh, but this sin is very beautiful, and Nuril is just an ordinary woman who cannot be separated from lust. Until the whisper of the shetan was able to mislead him, by continuing to look straight at the figure of the man who had long been his dream.

Ustadz Salman's sarong cloth waved as it moved towards Nuril standing with both hands on each other, his slightly reddened cheeks were raised so that it looked very worrisome in the eyes of Ustadz Salman. The dome of the mosque looks magnificent with the sunlight that falls on it, into a very slick background, in harmony with the Nute dress that is being used by Nuril.

Both are silent in the twilight light with its automation, if it is not on the side of the road and many children who are playing bicycles. However, it cannot penetrate the hearts of both who are being filled by the same true taste.

"Nuril's Ipda." Those two words alone came out of the thick lips of Ustadz Salman, having fought so many arguments in him.

"Yes Ustadz Salman." Ahh, in fact the gugub makes the righteous a hoax.

"Revelation..!" Ustadz Salman cried and it was too late Nuril realized until the Mountain bike hit Nuril's body slowly. Nuril's body fell down staring at the mosque fence and his sling bag collapsed because the rope was broken and the iron fence then made its contents scattered right under the feet of Ustadz Salman.

The small black book that opens, making Nuril unable to say a word, especially when the brown netra owned by Ustadz Salman also focused on staring at it. Making Nuril increasingly out of oxygen to breathe because of the shame that is so extraordinary in his feelings.

Nuril deeply regrets her decision to bring Salman A.R's book this time.

Nuril immediately crouched down to pick up his goods quickly, but when his hand stretched out to touch the black-coated book, Ustadz Salman's big hand touched it first, to make Nuril close his eyes tightly while biting his lower lip anxiously.

After already. Nuril's heart and hastily stood up and walked in a hurry without caring for Ustadz Salman with thoughts of him who had dared to keep the book belonging to Ustadz Salman for several years. Wanting Nuril to believe that Ustadz Salman did not remember about the booklet, but when Nuril's eyes caught the apparent shock on Uatadz Salman's face, Nuril did not dare to stand in his place.

Nuril further spurred his pace to get to where he lived, and soon hid himself from this shame, unaware that Ustadz Salman was after him after waking up from his shock.

"Ipda Nuril, Wait." The appeal was not given by Nuril and chose to accelerate his steps with a mind that mixed into one. And in the dominance of shame so extraordinary.

There is nothing wrong indeed, even falling in love is also not sinful and it is also humane. And there is no harm also if women fall in love first to men. Even Sayidatinna Khadijah also fell in love first to His Majesty the Prophet, also proposed to him first. But, in this case Nuril is not like Sayidatinna Khadijah, Nuril is just an ordinary woman.

"Ipda Nuril wait, listen to me talk first." Ustadz Salman's tall body was already standing in front of Nuril, so inevitably Nuril stopped his steps and lowered his head deeper.

"I'm sorry." Lirih Nuril in the rest of his courage.

"No, there's nothing to forgive. It's worth what I did a few years ago. One of the sampean items is also on me." The answer suddenly made Nuril more down with a big question mark on his head. But, instead of wanting to ask about it, Nuril was increasingly subdued to seek the truth through the eyes of Ustadz Salman.

"It's not good for people to see. I wait until tomorrow at the Nursing Home where we met first, right after tomorrow's assignment." Ustadz Salman said in a low tone but enough to make Nuril's chest spur blood towards his nerve nerves faster.

Behind Nuril's bowed head Nuril caught the clean hand of Ustadz Salman outstretched to give a black-coated book that actually belongs to Ustadz Salman. Slowly Nurilpun's hand reached out to receive the book with a tremble.

"Zuyyina lin naasi hubbusy shahawaati minan nisaa'i wal baniina, wal qonatiiri muqantarati, minaz zahabi wal fiddati, wal khailil musawwamati, wal an'aami', wal hars, dzaalika mataa'ul hayatid dun yaa, wi, walla'ahu indahuu husnul ma'aab." Instantly Nuril raised his head and found the faint smile of Ustadz Salman after saying that.

And without daring to answer Nuril turned around and immediately ran small with a happy feeling with a perfect blushing cheek, because he had found the answer to his question as well as the answer to the certainty of his feelings. And it was so sweet to feel Nuril.

No matter what it will be like in the future, certainly at this time Nuril's feelings are not alone as he is always worried about. Because Salman A.Rnya gave the right reason for the beautiful taste it remained in his heart. And what it will be like in the future, let it be the destiny that Nuril always asks for in every prayer. Making Salman his A.R Imam is also a reason for worship.

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Gus Ali nopo tho niku wau artine, kok Mbak Nuril mesam mesem piyambak. My mom is kepo..

Surah Ali Imran, verse 14

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