Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
Apparently she.
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"A man, who is held is his attitude is not just a series of sweet words. Each person will be in the choosing and determining phase. But, if God had set it, it wouldn't have been able to run anywhere." The words of Pakde Hanan continued to rotate in the brain of Gus Ali, until the night dissolved and embraced the dark with the typical cold mountains.
The rhythmic rhythm of the night beast also adds to Gus Ali's bewildering night, and there will be no place to complain, to ask for clues, to, which is truer than facing the owner of the heart and the owner of the scenario itself. For there is no more beautiful way to approach one's heart than to draw this weak heart closer to the owner of the heart.
It had been dozens of times the prayer beads in Gus Ali's hands were spinning, like a wheel that was constantly rolling towards its destination. And, in every one of those lips that are so full of joy, ask for guidance on the anxiety of the heart that is afflicting. Until, carrying the question split the night into the high sky there.
Gus Ali's prayer beads stopped immediately when a hunch was felt. "The sincere test is, when you are told to suddenly stop doing things that have settled in your heart." Gus Ali muttered softly. "And in the end, I yielded to my Istikharah's answer, for fate could never be changed by any do'a." Gus Ali continued, then moved from his temple.
A week, in a week Gus Ali kept thinking about how to start talking to Ipda Nuril. And Gus Ali realized, this shouldn't happen. Because, it was clear that at this time not only he felt pain, but also the three of them. Gus Ali, Ipda Nuril and Juju.
After seeing the twinkle of happiness from his mother about Gus Ali's decision regarding Juju. Gus Alipun is determined to go to his little Juju house in Jogja. This is Gus Ali as proof, that Gus Ali has set his heart for his little Juju.
Juwahir, the glittering jewel. That's the name Gus Ali gave to a four-year-old boy who was introduced to Gus Ali nineteen years ago. Clear eyes, chubby cheeks, a fat body, and curly hair. Only to the extent that the memory is in Gus Ali's memory of Juju, the rest of Lily who became Gus Ali's benchmark about Juju. Because, they both have almost the same characteristics.
Juwahir is the name given by Gus Ali. Which then the name was also pinned complete the long name of Uwinya Bunda. Even Gus Ali never knew whose real name Juwahir was. Because since Juju was brought to his house, Gus Ali always called him with the call of love, and did not want to hear any explanation, because at that time Gus Ali was still naughty mischievous.
The three-story house building in modern style is right in front of Gus Ali. The narrow courtyard is filled with contemporary flower plants complete with a small fish pond in the middle. The beautiful impression is so thick felt, when the eye looks at the junta of ornamental plants hanging on the porch of the house, like a curtain hanging with various colors. The hot atmosphere is immediately replaced with fresh and cold air once the feet step on the steps for the steps of the terrace.
Gus Ali's confident move, a little faded when he felt the pounding in his chest along to deliver the steps of Gus Ali towards a door that was slightly opened with the sound of laughter that sounded where Gus Ali was standing in front of the door those. The voice, no stranger to Gus Ali, and Gus Ali preferred to think if it was just a feeling that was not sincere, compared to thinking if it was a coincidence.
The greeting echoed by Gus Ali made the atmosphere that had been warm turned silent and quickly some figures that Gus Ali recognized walked closer to the door. Om Taufiq, Bulek Anne and a woman who made Gus Ali a little nervous.
Two cups of coffee, and a few snacks filled the living room table. And the happy look of the house owner who kept smiling with questions about both parents Gus Ali.
"So, what does it mean to come all the way here, Gus.?" Ask Om Taufiq in a relaxed tone, when the talk of stale bases is already berahir.
"Ihh Papa, how very much he asked. Like a very cruel father with a mantu collan. If Papa kayak then there Uwi will be a spinster." Gus Ali dared to look at a woman sitting opposite him. And Gus Ali wasn't sure that he was his little Juju Gus Ali back then. Only, nineteen years of not meeting is not a short time to change someone.
But, if he is Juju, why is it so contrasted with what was conveyed by his mother to Gus Ali the other day. Because, according to the Mother, the Jujunya girl figure is quiet, polite, and sweet in speech. And why in front of Gus Ali is just another, the woman in front of Gus Ali looks mature and the way he talks tends to be what it is.
"This is Najwa, Gus. Not your Jujumu." Om Taufiq said as if he knew what Gus Ali was thinking.
Gus Ali smiled wryly with great embarrassment. And again this conversation continues only with the two of them, until the courage of Gus Ali expressed his heart's intention leading clearly that he wanted to meet his little Juju.
"Juju, no one's home, Gus. He's in another town, to do his job." Answer Om Taufiq.
"I understand, then I won't bother him. Next time I'll come back again." Gus Ali answered politely. And apparently, this path is not as easy as expected by Gus Ali.
"Give us at least three more months." Speak to Taufiq. This voice was heard in Gus Ali's ear, like a request to convince. Or maybe what Gus Ali thought before, just like Juju thought. Until we get there, Om Taufiq needs time just to bring together Gus Ali and Juju.
The warm conversation that accompanied this dinner, also berahir with the saying of Gus Ali. And took Gus Ali's step back to Surabaya with a piece of paper containing Juju's small mobile number.
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Gus Ali arrived back in Surabaya right at dawn, and has been busy by routine activities that for a week has been representative. Again his activities were neglected by his ringing phone, and gave news that, Uncle Hasby and Bulek Rikanya were visiting their daughter who lives in Pesantren not far from Gus Ali. To pay his respects, Gus Ali chose to accompany them this afternoon, although fatigue was clearly visible on Gus Ali's face.
Gus Ali and Ning Nila have been in and out of the bookstore several times. And this time it is taken the second step to the mall that has a large bookstore in it. All will be well should be, if only Gus Ali did not see the figure of a sweet girl who this week was deliberately avoided Gus Ali. Gus Ali did not want to hang just like that, just that Gus Ali waited to choose the right time to speak from heart to heart.
As Gus Ali pointed out earlier, it was not only Ipda Nuril who was injured. Gus Ali was also injured during a soft speech accompanied by his clear eyes dimming right in front of Gus Ali. What else when a word of regret wrapped in figurative sentences is conveyed clearly by Ipda Nuril to Gus Ali.
Gus Ali can only blame time, because the time never wants to re-spin where. And if the word can happen, then delaying the feeling to Ipda Nuril is the best way so that no heart is hurt.
A month and two months, up to three months, Gus Ali kept trying to get everything back in place. Also, as well as trying very hard so as not to be seen in front of Ipda Nuril. That Gus Ali did not only for a Gus Ali, but also to keep the feeling of Ipda Nuril.
For three months, Juju's mobile number, Gus Ali, was still neatly stored in Gus Ali's mobile number box. Until Gus Ali decided to return home and change his mobile number, Gus Ali just tried the number given to him. And the result is nil. Because that number doesn't respond to it at all.
The inaugural event held in Polda, made Gus Ali inevitably meet with Ipda Nuril. Even that rare opportunity, Gus Ali did to say goodbye to Ipda Nuril personally, as well as to say goodbye with his heart as well.
Before returning to his homeland Gus Ali returned to Jogja, to fulfill his promise to Om Taufiq, that he would come to meet his Juju. But again, the reason given because of Task made Gus Ali sigh deeply, also at the same time curious about what task Juju was doing, there was no chance for them to meet. And back Om Taufiq gave a promise of three more months, and was sure that it would not fail.
Gus Ali waited for the next three months by spending time at the event represented by Abinya, also gardening. Preparing the contents of the Villa in the middle of his orchard, as well as the busyness that Gus Ali did to fill the time.
Up to three months later by both parents Gus Ali and parents Juju ahirnya come too. The feeling of uncertainty, and the great pounding in the chest greatly disturbed Gus Ali. To make Gus Anas who came along with them, laughing at the behavior of Gus Ali who arrived sweating on his forehead as soon as they entered the Restaurant where they would stay.
"Mas, ablution was there. I really, really, hunt ah dateng wife candidates. I'll have a crush on me." Gurau Gus Anas once saw the face of Gus Ali who changed pias. Gus Anas never thought that he could see Mas Alinya gugub and it really became a rare moment for Gus Anas, until he never stopped making fun of Gus Ali.
Ten minutes passed, Gus Ali became increasingly confused and chose to go to the bathroom following the advice of Gus Anas. While thinking hard Gus Ali washed his face and took off all his nervousness with ablution water.
Gus Ali's slow steps grew even more, as Gus Ali's eyes caught a figure on the back of a girl who was sitting behind her. The girl with the black headscarf in front of Gus Anas was seen bowing her head, while Gus Anas who was in front of her was laughing.
Slowly and surely Gus Ali steps closer to the table of them all. And with strong intentions, Gus Ali solidified step by step until it really reached where they were all sitting in chairs that circled the table.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Gus Ali said quietly, and the review of the smile of Mother Ikah added to the confidence of Gus Ali, although Gus Ali did not dare to ascertain what the face of her little Juju who sat beside Gus Ali was standing.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Answer everything.
"Ohh, Ustadz Salman." The startled cry from the voice of someone Gus Ali was trying to forget, made Gus Ali turn to the side of the chair where the girl with the black Hijab was sitting.
The shocked face of Ipda Nuril was exactly the same as the shock printed on Gus Ali's face, not least with everyone sitting in a circle there. What else when Gus Ali also called Ipda Nuril with a shocked face that was not made at all.
"Ipda Nuril, why is it here.?"
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