Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
Entrapment.
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The light blue painted room looks somber with minimal lighting coming from sleeping lights. The somber room was in harmony with its owner who was also a grim face looking at the night sky of the city of Jogja through the window of the room that was left wide open. Breezy breeze gently caressed the beautiful face with skin that is now slightly browned by sun exposure.
This bedroom had been empty for almost three years because Nuril had never come here, and would rather spend his time in the homeland of his parents. However, inexplicably for now Nuril is reluctant to go there for several two reasons at once.
Three months is really not a short time to continue to stay in the brokenness of death. It is only a form of dissatisfaction, when the self is not willing to move the heart to another place, or willing to accept the readiness of the heart for others.
During the three months in training, it was not that no one senior had approached Nuril. Only, Nuril was too reluctant to respond to them and preferred to focus on his task, rather than having to deal with matters of the heart. Of course, also because of his promise to his parents.
Stalling the time that Nuril predicted would be long, it turned out that it was just like a blink of an eye. The proof is now that he is already in his parents' Palace, and is waiting for a thrilling time to meet his nemesis.
Luckily, Nuril did not need to come to the city of Si Kampret Sarungan. Even though Nuril's deepest heart wanted that. Not for the Sarungannya Temple, but for someone who has a small house on the hill there.
"Every dusk will go to change with a thick night that also has its own beauty, and how lucky someone who can enjoy the beauty of the stars with him in the house." Nuril murmured, without taking his eyes off the star-filled sky.
This mood was very different from Nuril's day. Tonight really looks like a weak girl. And it is true that love is able to overturn someone easily. What else is there that is broken by love.
"Wi, eat out yuk." Suddenly the head of Papa Nuril was gagged behind the door that was not locked by Nuril.
"Emang Mama didn't cook.?" Nuril said as she turned her gaze towards her Papa.
"Mama again males cook. Just pick up Nana at the airport." Papa Nuril replied casually. "Don't wear it long, Papa wait downstairs." The door closed as soon as the last sentence was said by Papa Nuril.
With the night Nuril moved from his place, and immediately grabbed the rectangular hijab that this afternoon accompanied him on his way home. Then take his personal mobile phone and put it in a small bag bought by his mother who he said it was a direct hand knitted result.
"Oh God, Wi. Change clothes there." Pekik Mama Nuril when Nuril's feet just stepped on the last ladder, and casually Nuril even stepped towards his Papa then had leaned on his Papa's shoulder.
"Eat only, too, why change clothes. It's lo Ma's clean." Answer Nuril.
Mama Nuril shook her head quickly as she watched Nuril from top to bottom. "Change your clothes now." Mama Nuril said firmly.
"Ma, Wi males. Eat in your own place too." Denied Nuril by pursing his lips marked that Nuril was not willing to the idea of Mama.
"Pa..!" Mama Nuril.
"Change the shirt there, Wi. It smells bad." Said Papa Nuril while kissing Nuril's arm.
"This was just changed, Pa."
"It's cooking, but it doesn't smell good. Really." Said Papa Nuril, already by sniffing here and there, to make Nurio keen and can not help laughing with the actions of his father.
Mama Nuril rolled her eyeballs with her beard, and was about to squirt an expression of annoyance at the two people who were pouring out their love. However, it was not because of the sound of his phone ringing loudly. So, quickly Mama Nuril immediately away from the two of them who were tickling each other. Until the laughter of the two echoed where.
"Here change clothes, hunt Mama come nagging again." Papa Nuril said after they were tired.
"Ready, get it done." Nuril replied and immediately ran away, leaving her Papa just like that.
It didn't take long, Nuril was back down. And with a Lavender-colored blouse wrapped in a black tutu skirt, Nuril looks graceful, what's more a black rectangular wide hijab that in fact adds to the look of Nuril's wood increasingly radiant.
"That dong is pretty." Papa Nuril. "Call Mama tell me quickly, Papa wait in the car." Further.
"Hhh, Mama likes that. I told you a spit." Nuril said, while stepping to look for the whereabouts of Mama Nuril.
Nuril continued to swing his steps looking back and forth, and only found his mother who was whispering whispering in the telephone connection. Nuril sucked the precipitate towards her serious mother with the posel stuck to her ear.
"What's up, Fik. I'm just a doubt about nati.." Mama Nuril's sentence immediately stopped when she turned her body, and found Nuril who was settling into a precipitate. "Yes Jeng, it's okay. Yes, we left first. This is my son ready."
Aware of the plan to surprise Mama failed, Nuril just puffed his cheek. "Ma, hunted. I've been waiting for Papa in front." Nuril was about to turn around. However, it was stopped by the hand of Mama Nuril who had grabbed Nuril's arm.
"Well, Mama's son is really pretty if it's gini." Mama Nuril said with glazed eyes.
"Mama why cry.?" Nuril was well aware of that gaze.
"Mama didn't think you were big." Said Mama Nuril turning her hands on Nuril's cheeks. "Just yesterday Mama took you from your Mother's House. Ehh, now you're going a long way." Mama Nuril.
"Hem, a year won't be long either, Ma." Nuril replied as she grabbed Mama's hand and kissed her two palms in turn.
"What a decision that can't be changed." Mama Nuril.
"But why go to Africa, Wi. Mama I'm worried, what happens if.?" Inevitably Nuril returned to look into the eyes of his mother who was full of worry.
"Mama believes in God, just as Uwi believes in the power of Mama's do'a. Mama couldn't have just for a moment left the best do'a for Uwi. As long as Mama wishes Uwi all the best, Uwi must be fine." Answer Nuril. "Come, Papa's waiting in the car." Nuril continued by holding his mother's hand.
This reason was appropriate for Nuril to pull over by drowning himself in the name of devotion. However, Nuril also never forgot, that the true devotion of a child is obedience to his parents. And until now Nuril to the high end of it. But, heartbreak really makes the heart become blunt over knowledge.
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The streets of Jogja are quite crowded. Rows of angkringan rows lined up neatly on the side of the road by delivering different scents, and it adds its own color to the city of Jogja which is famous for its culinary. And of course Papa Nuril contributed it all, because indeed Papa Nuril is one of the Culinary businesses that are quite successful in Jogja.
Street lights that fall on the windshield continue to chase along with the speed of the vehicle that is getting faster. And like being hunted by something both Nuril's parents kept alternating glancing at the clock and occasionally also looked at each other's restless lyrics.
Until the sigh of relief both equally seen without burden when arriving at a 3-Star Hotel. Nuril felt her Mama's hand grip was quite tight on her arm, and Nuril could feel that it was a feeling of guggub or something like that. However, what makes it guggub, this is just a regular dinner.
"Ma, don't be so tight with gini. Uwi can't run." Nuril's whisper to her Mama. "Don't you not starve." Nuril continued, and immediately got a strong reaction from Mama in the form of a tabokan on her shoulder.
"Sick Ma." Desis Nuril.
"Eh, it's them Pa." Mama Nuril said as soon as they entered a restaurant on the third floor of the hotel.
Nuril's body immediately stiffened, when he saw three people who were sitting not so far away from them standing. The two faces were very familiar to Nuril, because not long ago they had met. However, that was not what made Nuril reluctant to step into the trap of his parents. Rather, on the figure who was sitting back to them.
The figure looked gallant with a black peci gripped above his head. His neat hair trimming showed half of his nape that was not covered by the shirt he was wearing. Sarong, Nuril's focus is directly directed at the mustard color sheath in wear.
"Come, Wi." Mama Nuril said as she dragged Nuril who seemed to lose consciousness. Nuril wanted to be angry, but it was too late. Because, Nuril was trapped by a game made by his parents. If, angry why should be angry, did not Nuril also promised to his parents. Just why should it be now. Not the promise tomorrow. What that meant was that Nuril's two parents could not trust Nuril yet. And I was worried that Nuril would run again.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Sapa Papa Nuril first. And after that Nuril no longer heard who answered especially duku. Because Nuril's chest was noisier than the other sounds until Nuril's eyes closed to control the pounding behind the head that was bowed in.
"Juju, it's so pretty." Nuril just opened her eyes, when in the sense of a soft and warm hand touching both cheeks raised her head slowly.
A stiff smile Nuril sung to the owner of the shady face in front of him. At the grab of the soft hand but not yet reached the lips of Nuril, the hand had switched quickly, and grabbed Nuril's stiff body in his arms.
In the warm embrace, Nuril did not dare to glance at someone who was sitting on a chair that was only two seats away from Nuril. And it feels that siatuasi today is much more horror and tense than the task that has been carried out by Nuril.
"Here, sit next to Mother." Said Mother Ikah, when everything was back to sitting.
Nuril just kept bowing her head, not wanting to lift her up in the least. I don't know where the chatty and spoiled Nuril went with his Papa. Now, Nuril looks like a santriwati who is faced with Pesantren Nanny. And Nuril seemed to lose all his energy, just to answer the question that was uttered to him.
"Enggeh, two more days Uwi will leave. But, going to Mabes Polri first, only after that leave the service." The longest sentence Nuril took out after a while.
"So Polwan.?" An irritating-sounding word came out from someone who was sitting across Nuril. And just so it made Nuril's head lift for a bit. Ehh. Nuril was stunned for a moment with the look of a face that was on his desk.
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By: Ariz Kop
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