Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
Uneasily..
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The blazes are blazing and adding to the gripping night heat at the height of summer that is sweeping South Africa. Chaos that occurs accompanied by looting by parties who in the name of justice weak people. The cries and shouts all blended into one, between fear, panic and asking for help. Until it really makes the atmosphere more chaotic.
Things like this are very familiar to Nuril, considering that Nuril has devoted himself nine months. However, tonight is really a night that is quite draining Nuril. Long barrel weapons are still always in his arms since the beginning of the riots this afternoon, until now it has seven hours passed and there is also no sign of an end.
Nuril was still sprightly with his prepared attitude and stood in the Sniper line with a cautious attitude. Because far behind Nuril there are many small children, one of which is an important person in the ranks of government. And this boycott clearly has something to do with the child.
Nuril's swift attitude immediately changed prepared with the eruption of a warning shot from mission leader Nuril. And with his wide strides Nuril and his colleagues began to carry out the strategy that had been agreed before. Being in the left-wing army, Nuril and some of his colleagues have crept ready with their respective positions, and just wait for the aba given next.
Nuril's long barrel gun was pointed right at the shot and only just pulled the trigger, then the hot lead inside will be ready to slide. A minute and two, everything was still going smoothly without a hitch. Until, in the tenth minute, it all felt more gripping because without pain the boycotters quickly threw Molotov Bombs brutally.
Nuril's watchful eyes squinted amidst the glitter of light from the burning fire where, when Nuril heard the sound of the cry of a small child asking for help. And so Nuril caught the silhouette of a little boy who was trapped between the embers with a burn on his left leg.
Without a second thought, Nuril immediately got up from his place and ran as fast as lightning splitting the flames that had licked where it was. The spontaneous Nuril movement made the boycotters also move quickly to pay attention to Nuril in uniform complete with weapons without Nuril knowing.
Shot after shot continued to be an ear-splitting rhythm as Nuril's swinging footprints left his comrades behind. Nuril immediately grabbed the child in her arms and ran back to the rescue center.
Half of Nuril's path had already passed, and his agile movement had immediately stopped when a surprise attack surrounded Nuril from various directions.
"Prank.." The sound of the bottle breaking and instantly spitting out heat through the rapidly blazing flames surrounded Nuril's slender body. Nuril immediately curled up to protect the little boy in her arms. Then again moved nimbly through the fire that was burning when he saw one of his colleagues gave a code for him to throw a child in his arms to it.
Nuril's sigh of relief was clearly visible when the child was caught in the arms of Nuril's colleagues after Nuril threw a thin body in his arms. However, the relief was only for a moment, because the Molotov Bomb throw again hit Nuril and it was not just one or two, he said, but some until Nuril really surrounded in it without a single colleague though.
The brown uniform that Nuril uses is not flammable, but that does not mean it will not cause injury to other places, especially on Nuril's face that is not covered by safety.
The fire that licked the lick, managed to lick the cheeks of Nuril when Nuril tried to run from the siege of Fire that had surrounded him, until his uniform also fell into the mad fire. In fact, Nuril was like a walking fire as he ran towards the first aid.
Nuril had almost lost her consciousness because of the fatigue she felt. However, it instantly came to a quick realization when the bracelet in his hand was about to slip from his wrist and immediately grabbed the bracelet in his tightly clutched hands.
There was nothing Nuril was thinking about right now, aside from the face of the face of the person who loved her sincerely. And the whole smile of the Nuril family was clearly reflected before his eyes, their trust, their hopes, and their dreams of welcoming Nuril's return in three months, making Nuril continue to run with difficulty to get his first aid.
"Bruck.." Nuril's body collapses right in with some wet cloths embracing her body to put out the fire that burned her entire uniform. And Nuril's hand was still holding tightly to the bracelet given by Mother Ikah until her consciousness was really taken from her along with the smile of Mother Ikah when wearing the bracelet to Nuril's hand.
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"Prank.." Shards of glass scattered along with the slipping of the glass from the hands of Gus Ali and with that pounding for the sake of pounding also rhythmically on the chest of Gus Ali. Debaran was not a strange debate or a debate that made Gus Ali's heart soar happy. Except for a worry. And it did not want to stop at all just like that, even though Gus Ali's lips had beristighfar repeatedly.
"Mas, heart of heart." Mother Ikah's voice was also no less restless like Gus Ali's heart at this time. What else when he saw Gus Ali was not focused at all with the bells in the middle of the pickle. "Why, what's the matter..?" Ask Mother Ikah again while crouching and picking up the shard with Gus Ali.
"She, let Ali clean up. Mother just sit down, Ali is afraid of Mother's hand scratched." Answer Gus Ali while pulling the hand of Mother Ikah and lead Mother Ikah to stand and sit on the dining chair.
"Mother why is this hour not sleeping.?" Gus Ali continued while continuing his work.
"Mother wants to get some water for Abi, Mas." Mommy answered briefly and made Gus Ali turn his face to look at the Mother. It's nothing, it's just from the tone of his speech Gus Ali quite understand, that the mother is restless. Because, drinking water Abinya had been carried earlier when entering the room.
"Sampean really hasn't slept at this hour, and why is it still in the kitchen. Until I break the glass." Continue Mother Ikah.
"Take some water, Nda. But, accidentally the glass in Ali's hand slipped earlier." Gus Ali replied along with the completion of his activities to clean the shard and throw it into the trash.
"Be careful, Mom." Say Mother again.
"Mother doesn't know, Mum. And this is under Mother's control, Mas." In his dressing Gus Ali's hand grip and for a while returned Gus Ali's gaze with still covered in the same anxiety.
"Let's get better, Nda. So, Buda does not need to worry excessively. After all, there is Ali who will ease Abi's activities." On the swab of the cheek of Mother Ikah by Gus Ali who was filled with tears.
Mother Ikah more and more reluctance can not control her feelings that are being covered with erratic anxiety. And the warm embrace of Gus Ali a little make Mother Ikah calm, but it does not last long. Because the peak of his anxiety conical to one name that concerns his son.
"Mas, Mommy arrived to miss very much, Juju." Deg, Ikah Mommy made Gus Ali who had been a little rilex with anxiety that struck, immediately remembered the reason for the slipping of the glass in his hand earlier. And make Gus Ali sighed deeply so as not to be seen by his mother, that he was also restless by the same thing.
"Is the kid okay. Mother is really restless, Mas." Gus Ali moved his embrace.
"There is no more potent antidote to restlessness in the heart than do'a. Isn't that what Mother always taught me, Ali." Gus Ali replied.
"Mother knows it, but it's hard. From then on Juju's smile continued to cross the eyes of Mother." In the description of the embrace of Gus Ali then followed the face of Gus Ali who was staring at Mother Ikah with a calm smile typical of Gus Ali style. "Call him, Mom."
Gus Ali did not reply, and only looked at his mother with a puzzled look. Because, honestly deep in his heart Gus Ali wants to do that. However, when remembering that his Ipda Nuril there was on duty, Gus Ali brushed aside his curiosity. So that he does not become the reason for the failure of the task Ipda Nuril achieve his dream dream.
"Bag.." Gus Ali threw away his desire and re-embedded his heart, that there is nothing better and more beautiful than to appreciate the decision of the man who won his heart, rather than having to be selfish to listen to his personal curiosity.
"Mother just misses too much with, Juju." At the grab of the hand of Mother Ikah who is still on the cheek of Gus Ali and in his kiss several times. "Just be patient in a minute, Nda. In three months Juju will be back. Is not the culmination of all these feelings when longing can only be plausible through the do'a, then God provides an opportunity to meet in a tempestuous space with all the stories of how longing is conveyed."
Mommy Ikah also smiled to hear the words of Gus Ali, and it reminded Mother Ikah of her first self, and, when choosing to soak everything alone then tidying all his heartache through do'a do'a that flew to the sky every night. But, one that makes Mommy Ikah relieved, that what her son did was also because in the name of love. True love is not due to mere****, and at least all is clear.
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The demo was banned with what happened to Ipda Nuril.🤭🤭🤭
Hopefully what happened with Ipda Nuril will not be the reason why and why he ... ... ...
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By: Ariz Coffee
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