Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Want To Be Seduced But Shy

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There is nothing wrong with this breakfast menu, which makes it wrong just the taste of Nuril. Spoons, forks, and plates are nothing wrong, especially on Nuril's favorite corn rice made specifically by Mama for Nuril. Everything felt increasingly wrong for Nuril, with a conversation that Nuril said was familiar between two men who sat across from Nuril.

"Wi, what the hell. How noisy." Nuril only turned to look at Mama with her jutek face when the noise from the clink of her eating utensils was commented on by Mama Nuril.

"Uwi, it's done." Nuril said directly standing while bringing her cutlery to the kitchen.

While Gus Ali just kept smiling knot noticed the Nuril gelagat which he thought was very funny. And that was exactly the end of his childhood, which often crank, cry and mengedumel nonstop when Gus Ali examined him. And it was much different when Gus Ali knew Juju as Ipda Nuril.

"What try familiar. What is that close. Fuckin." Nuril muttered while washing her cutlery.

"What the hell, Pa. Cook Papa who brings dirty dishes to the kitchen." Nuril said without looking at someone who placed a dirty plate nearby, and only noticed at a glance that the hand of the man who put it.

"Papa should not follow berberes, let Uwi clean up later. But, wait for the Sarungan Temple to go first." Nuril continued while reaching for the plate that had just been placed. Nuril continued to talk while washing dirty eating utensils, and Nuril only stopped when she felt the person beside her did not respond at all.

If, Nuril continues to raise his objection about the presence of Gus Ali in his house. Then another for Gus Ali who was standing not far from Nuril. Half her body was rested in the kitchen set with her legs crossed, while her hands were shortened in the chest looking very relaxed. His smile continued to be engraved along with Nuril's lips which continued to speak of him, and thought that Gus Ali who was in the kitchen with him was his Papa.

"Why the hell is it on them." Nuril said again, and this time Nuril did not accept it at all when he only heard Deheman as an answer. "Papa lag.." Bluss, Nuril's face immediately reddened as she turned to look at Gus Ali who was standing in a pose like a model.

What else was her smile, making Nuril feel like she wanted to squeeze the face in front of her. That smile used to look so sweet in Nuril's eyes. But this time, that smile felt mocking for Nuril. What's more, when the thick eyebrows were raised further added to the irritating impression for Nuril.

"What are you doing here.?" Tanya Nuril with a stutter.

Gus Ali looked at Nuril witfully. "Watching Juju washing the dishes." Gus Ali replied afterwards.

Nuril snorted angrily and immediately cleaned the place to wash the dishes, then moved from the kitchen. "Why the hell, gotta come here." Nuril muttered as she stepped out of the kitchen.

Nuril was just about to go upstairs, because Nuril planned to lock himself in a room until Si Kampret Sarungan left his house. However, just one foot Nuril stepped on the stairs, his Papa had called Nuril and did not want to hear Nuril's protest.

With her face in a perfect bend, this is where Nuril is now. Sitting in the garden behind his house with Gus Ali was also there. At first Nuril just continued to be a loyal listener, and chose to close his mouth tightly. And it turns out that being a listener is not fun for Nuril.

Instantly everything turns unpleasant, or actually thrilling for Nuril, when both parents compactly get a call from their respective phones. Until in haste they both say goodbye and leave Nuril with Gus Ali just alone in awkwardness.

"Nuril's Ipda." Gus Ali said in a soft tone, and it made Nuril's movement stop which was about to escape from its place. For Nuril, the voice belonged to the Salman Ustadz, not the obnoxious Mas Ainya. Yes, even if the people are the same. Tapu, for some reason for Nuril sometimes the voice sounded annoying.

"Give me a chance to talk for a minute." Gus Ali continued when he saw Nuril stop his movement.

Nuril took back himself. But, in his view from Gus Ali who was sitting in front of him. "Ten minutes." Nuril said quickly.

Gus Ali not only smiled knot, then did not waste the time given by Nuril. And calmly Gus Ali started a conversation that came out far from what he had previously assembled, because he did not think that Juju Gus Ali was his Ipda Nuril. It was a surprise for Gus Ali and Nuril.

"I did not expect that what my little Juju was until Ipda Nuril. And this was such an amazing surprise for me. It should have been, from the start I didn't have to turn down my parents' advice to meet up with sampean and defend my own argument." Gus Ali.

This is the Ustadz Salman language that Nuril heard. And it makes Nuril feel uncomfortable, because it's like being played by Gus Ali.

"Samplean means, to regret having defended Ipda Nuril. And give up just like that. Do you think Juju will accept sampean easily." Nuril said in an annoyed tone. "Juju isn't a silly girl. What else was a stupid girl like a kid first. The diem alone is inserted into the fluffy sheath and then in the farting. Hair in the mess only. In jahilin can only cry. No, Juju isn't like that anymore." Cerocos Nuril with his ugly face, without realizing that his attitude like that makes Gus Ali secrete his smile even wider.

"And, need to know well. Juju is no longer a weak child, and is hanging by the sidean. And then so believe in the sampean, until because of the absurdity that until it has to make him traumatized by water for some time. I am Ipda Nuril." This time Nuril's voice did not sound irritated, but sounded like a channeling disappointment in the end.

"For that I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please." Said Gus Ali still with his gentle tone.

Nuril just melengos. Her chest rumbled violently. He hated but also at the same time there was the same pain in his heart when he was about to channel all his strands all along. If only Mas Ainya was not the Salman Ustadz, then everything would be easier for Nuril to take revenge. And, surely Nuril will not feel like he is not being fought at all. Because, Mas Ainya received Juju on the basis of the arranged marriage promised for him.

"Nuril's Ipda." Said Gus Ali again. Nuril rolled her eyes with her beard. And grieving in his own heart, he could expect men to be sensitive to women's desires.

"Nothing is.!" Tukas Nuril had already pushed his chair.

"Do I have to be Mas Anya Juju, or Ustadz Salman for Ipda Nuril." Said Gus Ali.

"Whatever. Both are equally as annoying." Nuril was about to walk away. "It's been ten minutes." Nuril.

"All right, I know." Gus Ali. "I'll be waiting for you to come home in a year."

"no need. Because I don't want to." Answer Nuril. "I told you, I'm not the old Juju." Nuril continued by stomping his legs annoyed. Because Mas Anya is not at all sensitive that Nuril wants to be seduced. In the seducer, as Ustadz Salman did to Ipda Nuril, but in the manner of Mas Ainya.

"But I want to. Because I miss my little Juju."

"I'm not little Juju anymore, who would willingly fit in your scabbard while you seduce her." Nuril said in a firm tone while pointing at Gus Ali's sarong.

Gus Ali smiled with the reaction shown by Nuril, and did not expect that Nuril actually focused on the story of the sheath. Whereas what is meant by Gus Ali is the childish nature of Nuril. Nuril's spoiled attitude, as well as Nuril's chatty attitude.

"You want to repeat in my sheath. I wouldn't mind. But, that'll be after I justify you." Gus Ali said briefly and made Nuril agape with a reddened face. And walked quickly while yelling his feet full of annoyance, because again Mas Ainya managed to make Nuril embarrassed half to death.

Nuril no longer ignored the words of Papa and his mother who told him to stop, and from the faces of his parents who held back laughter. Nuril can conclude, that his parents must know about his last conversation with Mas Ainya who discussed sarong.

In the room Nuril continued to blush, with the words Mas Ainya. Then rolled over on his mattress with occasionally covering his face with a pillow as he recalled Mas Ainya's words. "You want to repeat in my sheath. I wouldn't mind. But, later after I justify you."

The word was so ambiguous to hear that Nuril was really embarrassed to remember everything. What else about sarongs, maybe when I was a kid it didn't mean anything. But, it would obviously mean something else if it was this time. What else with the word halal appendage behind it. Ahh, this makes Nuril's cheeks continue to blush. Although Nuril was reluctant to admit it..

"Who will be stopped by you, Kampret Sarungan. It won't be easy for you. Remember it won't be easy. Because I'm not easy to seduce." Nuril said by covering her face with a pillow.

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Ckckckckkc-fr.. Which is discussed in the tho holster. I don't think there will be any language..🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. Basic Ipda Nuril, ostentat nolak whereas in the heart of inging in woo.

Exactly the same as the mother deh, who amunya in the sedu rayu through Like, Coment and vote...

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