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There's No Reason

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Nuril's clear eyes were heating up, and it was clear that he was fouling his emotions so as not to have any effect on the production of tears that he had been holding since Ustadz Salman first started serious talks with him. However, Nuril was enough to raise his chest to look tough in front of Ustadz Salman.

Happy for a moment this afternoon with brother Ustadz Salman was not able to continue to survive with him, as their departure also brought clarity to Uatadz Salman's reason to sit together. The Pingwin doll that was in Nuril's arms was unable to calm his rhythmic heart beat.

Nuril realized that nothing is eternal with every relationship that is established with fellow humans. If, instead of parting because destiny doesn't let together. So, parting for so long was even more terrifying. However, Nuril never expected that it would be this fast.

So many things have not been talked about and told between him and his Salman Ustadz. Even asked why Ustadz Salman could drown in a children's pool, Nuril had not yet uttered. What else about Mas Agusnya Lily. And all of them were quick to take it for granted, with the polite sentence of Ustadz Salman who chose to accept his parents' choice.

Why, why would Ustadz Salman do this to Nuril. It should be, Ustadz Salmannya do not need to give a rainbow in his heart, so that when the rainbow goes there is no need for drizzle that hit. If Ustadz Salman had known about the consequences like this, Ustadz Salman would not have had to give a sweet memory that would continue to be remembered.

"Sampean is like an orange sky that comes only for a moment, but it takes great patience to wait for his arrival. Later, I will not observe the coming of the orange sky anymore. Because, the orange stripes will never come along with the rainbow, tendrung makes the rainbow disappear. Disappear with a platform willing to mengikhlaskan." Nuril said with a deep gaze raining heavily on the bead of Ustadz Salman's eyes.

Not only was Nuril's heart sore. Even Ustadz Salman who was seen sitting quietly in front of him actually felt similar pain. If only Ipda Nurilnya had no restrictions at this time to come see his parents, or his parents had the opportunity to come here to see Ipda Nuril, it would all seem easy for both. However, it was again Jujulah's eyes that made Ustadz Salman weakened. Weakened by guilt.

"The disappearing orange replaces it with dark and many will come with dark. A luminous star, a charming moon, and will hide a shadow." Ustadz Salman replied.

"Hiding in the thick." The breath in Nuril looks full of pain. "I understand Ustadz Salman. Thank you for the memories you left behind, and it's not worth it with me." Nuril continued while thrusting Pingwin doll that had been in his arms.

"Sampean keep it. Ndhok Nila gave it to sampean as a gift."

"No, Dek Nila gave it as a gift to someone she thought would be a brother and I'm not entitled to this." Clear eyes gnashed for a moment as the words came out of his lips.

"It's going to be hard for us to get through. But, like the book you read, it will continue to change with a new sheet every time you want to continue reading it."

"It won't be easy. Because, there's no reason I hate sampean." The weak side is indeed very painful, and the more painful is weak because of the heart.

"That way we can keep in good touch." Nuril smiled bitterly. Connecting well without involving the heart, obviously it is nonsenical to do. What is after will not be there again as before, apart from leaving tightness in the chest.

Sick indeed, the same love but must separate for the reason there is another love that is preferred. Love for parents and their guardians. And it looks like Nuril also has to learn from his Salman Ustadz that love from his parents is more than anything and try to accept Ustadz Salman's pullback from his life as a whip.

However, would it be easy for Nuril lalukan. The answer is clearly no, because Ustadz Salman has already filled his heart. To remove it will take time. Time for a broken heart.

Who should be blamed.?. Clearly Nuril himself, because it has skyrocketed the name of Ustadz Salman for too long, and forced the owner of the heart to fill the heart of Ustadz Salman with his love. Until someone forgets, that what Nuril should ask is to be found with his soul mate, not in a meeting with Salman A.Rnya. If, as it is now, then greatness is what is needed.

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An hour and two hours, until it changes to the day. And the day keeps changing until the moon comes. The moon also changed. Crescent to Full Moon, Full to sickle return. The three full moon had passed, and Nuril's heart was still as sick as it was given that there was no more Ustadz Salman in his day. The relationship that was too short, continued to leave its own memories for Nuril.

At least Nuril and Ustadz Salman can still meet often and say hello, not separated by death. Only parted due to fate that was not in favor of the two. Or indeed the destiny made by them seoarang horse.

But, for Nuril this is the hardest. Because they must be the same as keeping the feelings of those who have been known to have flowers but can not pick them. If, Nuril wants to be selfish for a moment and demean her marwah as a woman. So imposing his ego on his Salman Ustadz was the choice of his heart. However, Nuril was quite respectful of the choice of Ustadz Salmannya who chose the regime to his parents. Because Nuril knew it was also difficult for his Salman Ustadz.

And in fact Nuril's disappointment, the tightness in Nuril's chest with Ustadz Salman's decision three months ago. It was even more crowded tonight, when Ustadz Salmanya told everyone, that Ustadz Salman no longer filled the show in Polda. Even Nuril also had heard some time ago from his colleagues at the Mosque, if Ustadz Salman had also said goodbye to Takmir Masjid.

Imagining that this was the last day for Nuril to be able to stare at the face of someone who could not be forgotten, making Nuril boldly lift his face and fill his eyes with a figure that was deep in greeting with his colleagues.

Until unconscious Ustadz Salmanya was standing in front of Nuril with a smile that was able to knock down Nuril's defense, if Nuril did not immediately turn his gaze. There were no other words spoken for Nuril, apart from the same farewells as Nuril's colleagues.

Time crept quickly, bringing late into the night with a cool breezy caressing Nuril's face. Nuril's shaky steps down the road back to Kostan look no spirit at all, his mind filled by the day ahead that can no longer see Ustadz Salmanya, although otu only from far away.

"It's nothing much, and it's not the right thing either. Then how painful and painful when a person is separated from his soulmate forever, because God loves him more. Still lucky me." Lirih Nuril's.

Nuril's feet had just retraced at the gate of Kostnya, and around us stopped when a voice so familiar to him called his name softly. And without being in command, the head of Nuril had already turned his head without caring for his brain which prevented him from turning.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ipda Nuril." Sapa Ustadz Salman.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Nuril replied with a slight stammer. Somehow even though they already know how their relationship is not perfect, but Nuril's chest remains shabby with more than her rhythm every time she sees Ustadz Salman's smile.

"Can I come in for a minute." Nuril did not answer, only immediately turned to look at the terrace where there were still some people sitting chatting.

"Please Ustadz Salman." Lirih Nuril while walking in first.

"I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow Ipda Nuril." Lirih Ustadz Salman's.

"I know. Good luck to Ustadz Salman's destination." Nuril replied no less.

Back both of them quietly dissolve in their minds. In Nuril's silence, his hands were touching and squeezing each other. Nuril's lips are very happy to say, take her with Ustadz Salman. However, the word only continued to stop in the throat, what else when Ustadz Salman's hand outstretched put a small object on the table.

"There's no reason I keep this, Ipda Nuril. I return this, like all back to the order." The goldenness in Nuril's chest grew, realizing it was too late. If only Nuril dared to speak before, it was possible that at this time Nuril would be in certainty.

Instead of speaking, Nuril calmly stood up and walked towards her room. In the unloading drawer of the study table that became the place of sacred objects belonging to Ustadz Salman. Then quickly returned to the front by bringing along Nuril.

"It's also not worth saving Ustadz Salman. All by chance." Nuril. Nuril's smile turned upside down as Ustadz Salman's objects were placed next to his swimming glasses.

"I'm still curious, why can you drown in a children's pool, when it's only as deep as your knees." Nuril said when placing a shabby paper bracelet bearing the famous Water Park in Jogja City.

"Don't ask me about it, Ipda Nuril, it's a shame." Ustadz Salman replied with a smile.

"Yes, there's no reason I know anything about sampean anymore. All have returned to their owners now." Nuril's words were able to eliminate the smile between the two.

"That sounds painful. But, at least it won't hurt before the lump. With me going until there is no need to try hard to cover everything."

"Can I Ge-Er, if I leave until I return home because of me. I know that's obviously impossible." Nuril said with a laugh to comfort her heart.

Back the knotted smile of Ustadz Salman was engraved thinly on his lips. "First yes, second yes, and third yes. But, there are far more fundamental reasons of course. And I know what that is."

"Send my respectful greetings to both parents. I'm really going to be the number one admirer of both parents." Nuril said while giving two thumbs to Ustadz Salman. "Also for the Wife until later." Nuril continued with a soft look.

"Insha'Allah. But, for the last one, I cannot promise. Who knows God wills another. Because no one knows God's plan." Ustadz Salman replied with the rarity he made.

"It's late Ustadz Salman." Nuril said slowly. And with understanding Ustadz Salmanpun pamphit from the boarding house Nuril. Also at once saying goodbye to his heart, that Ipda Nuril is now only part of his past story.

Nuril continued to stare at the wide back of Ustadz Salman who was away from the gate of his boarding house, until it disappeared in the dark with no shadow left behind. Also as Nuril expected, so gradually Ustadz Salmannya also went from his heart without leaving memories.

"Goodbye Ustadz Salman." Lirih Nuril then turned around and immediately went into his room.

"Forget over, and I have a way to forget you right now." Nuril muttered as she grabbed the brown envelope that from yesterday was still left sealed off on the table. Now Nuril has a reason to receive the envelope without any objection to the way of forgetting.

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