Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Surprise Part 2

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If cloudy does not mean rain, then drizzle is also not in the sense of being a symbol of sadness. And in fact the drizzle that happened in Nuril's chest, was a happy drizzle. Hugs after hugs have broken out rippling with do'a neatly done by Nuril's loved ones. And the tears of longing have changed with jokes and laughter in the warm living room.

Nuril's little lips continued to tell all her activities there and was greeted enthusiastically by Grandpa and Grandma. Sitting in her Grandma's second apitan, Nuril looks so peaceful and forgets everything for a moment. Until Grandma Khofsoh's hand from Papa Nuril touched Nuril's cheek that left twelve wounds, making Nuril turn slowly towards her Grandmother who was looking at Nuril with pity.

"This is why, Dhok cah ayu.?" Grandma Nuril said softly, and Nuril immediately felt the oxigent around her thinning as the whole eye turned towards her.

Smiling bitterly Nuril grabbed her Grandmother's hand, and threw her gaze at everyone, then stopped long enough that her Papa looked at Nuril with a gaze that was difficult to articulate. "Just a small wound, Mbah Ibuk."

"This is like a small wound. See Ne.?" Grandma Nuril said from her mother's side immediately interrupted, as her hand pushed Nuril's hijab deeper, so that the wound on Nuril's face was quite clear and made everyone agape.

"This is what, Wi. You're hiding this." Brother Nuril said in a worried tone.

Nuril wanted to answer, but had no chance at all. And could only stare at his parents who were also staring at him with a painful look for Nuril.

It should be like this, it should be like that, it should be like this, it should be. So much must be heard Nuril from his sister who is notoriously chatty, and it managed to divert everyone's focus from Nuril. And instead of wanting to hear Nuril's opinion, everyone agreed with the advice made by Brother Nuril.

"Ah, that's too much for Drama, Sister Nana." Nuril said by fixing her headscarf.

"It's not that simple, Marimar." Said Big Brother Nuril while pinching Nuril's cheek in anxiety. "Part of that beauty tool is now on sophisticated sophisticated."

"Is this sick, Dhok.?" Slowly said Mbah Ibuk Nuril, to make everyone speechless and refocus towards Nuril.

Nuril shook her head slowly and reviewed her thin smile. "Mboten, Mother Mbah."

Mbah Ibuk Nuril actually cried deeply to hear Nuril's answer. And made all surprised, but not for Papa Nuril who understood her mother so well. "Yes Allah Gusti. Genah koyok ngene. See how the pain is when this wound is still wet." Said Mbah Ibuk Nuril in between his sobs.

The atmosphere was immediately clouded with the words of Mbah Ibuk Nuril. And quickly Nuril immediately diverted the topic and told a funny story about the little boy Nuril knew there. And the cloud disappeared again in defeat by the light of the jewel.

Everything has been discussed, from the smile that propagates to laughter, laughter turns to tears, and tears return to laughter. And without feeling long enough also they spend time in the family room to chat.

"Kruehkk.." The sound of Nuril's belly made the laughter firmer, and immediately evoked excitement in the family room.

"Uwi wants to take a shower first, get changed." Nuril said goodbye to his room.

"Dairy bath there let me kinclong. Anyway later Su.., awi, it hurts Ma." Strangled Sister Nuril as soon as Mama Nuril's hand had pinched her arm violently.

"Isht, you're Na, there's nothing." Nuril looked in wonder at the two women in his sambing. And wanted to be suspicious of Mama Nuril's incisive delicacy to her sister, but Nuril found no reason to be divorced. Precisely Nuril's suspicions were fixed on Papa Nuril's calm attitude. Nuril had angered her three months ago.

"Papa may have changed his mind." Whisper Nuril's heart as she walked away from the family room.

With a carefree feeling, Nuril stepped towards her room. And circulate the pandagan to all the room that has not been inhabited for a year so the steps in the sleigh to a room nuanced pink soft. Long enough, Nuril paved his gaze and a little persevered for a while at his study table.

Pile of books, Nuril was about to step towards his study table where there was a pile of books. But in undo it because of the ringing of his phone that roared roared asking for immediate lift. After searching quickly for his posel in his shirt pocket, Nuril's movements slowed down. When you look at it, the number that connects it is a new number.

After being stunned for a moment, Nuril rubbed the green screen on her posel. "Assalamu'aiakum." Nuril said slowly.

Quiet, there's no telling from there. So that made Nuril switch the phone attached to his ear and pay attention to it. "Connects." Nuril Gumam. "Hello, hello." Nuril said again, then immediately closed the call that occurred with eyebrows ternagkat signifying astonishment.

Nuril was about to go back to his study desk again, but again not kadi, because of the clang of the voice on his phone.

"Welcome, Ipda Nuril." Nuril's phone immediately broke out of her hand and changed with a great gurgle in her chest that spread all over her body. Nuril, not wanting to believe that the one who just called him was his Salman Ustadz. But, the gurgle in Nuril's chest gave the news quickly that it was him.

Nuril, still not wanting to believe, after a year without news. Error, not without news. The truth was that he did not give any news, why this moment had even suddenly appeared. Even Nuril had hoped that when Nuril rejected him three months ago, Ustadz Salmannya would immediately contact him to ask him for an excuse.

It should, said Papa Nuril, can be interpreted that Ustadz Salman or Mas Ainya has agreed with what has been agreed by Papa Nuril. "Yes, that's been canceled for a long time." The word is not just a joke for Papa Nuril for himself. Ustadz Salman sent Nuril a chat. Everything was an enigma to Nuril.

"Tock..Geck..Geck.." The sound of knocking on the door of Nuril's room, spread all Nuril's speculations with his heart. And Nuril quickly returned to the door. "Ehh, Amira. What's the matter, baby.?" Nuril said as soon as she saw her nephew standing in front of her room with a bouquet of red roses.

"It's for Aunty, yeah.?" Nuril asked, after returning the kiss.

"Yes. Mira get down first. Aunty quickly took a shower, all already waiting downstairs." Reply to Nuril cheerfully, then immediately run down the stairs.

Nuril kept looking at the bouquet in her hand, a little unexpected that she would get a bouquet of flowers from her bangs. Roses filled Nuril's lungs before Nuril finally stepped into the bathroom, and prepared for a routine of making love with water, which for a year became an expensive thing, he said, because in South Africa is classified as difficult water.

Fresh, clearly visible on Nuril's face after spending time, almost an hour. While rubbing her curly hair with a towel, Nuril stepped out of the bathroom. Occasionally water dripped from her hair that was not completely dry.

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Da'unii da'unii unaji..

Walaa ta' dzuluuni fa'adzilii haram..

Walaa ta'dzuluuni fa'adzilii haram..

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Nuril's melodious voice echoed throughout her room, as without any burden Nuril continued to be in good mood, while trying to dry her hair.

"Ehh,." Nuril was a little surprised to see a doll Rabbit on his bed. "It's Amira's or who's..?" Nuril muttered again as she grabbed the doll.

"Ehh, what is this.?" Nuril said again, when he saw the small box that fell down as soon as Nuril lifted the doll that looked long enough. Nuril's forehead frowned looking at the pair of white gold rings contained in the small box.

"Darren, who brought the ring to, Princess." Nuril's chest was timid to hear that soft voice.

"Plekkk.." Nuril's beautiful clear eyes were rubbed with a pair of eyes that were glaring gently towards Nuril from the large mirror of Nuril's dressing table.

Silence, no words came out. For a moment, the world stopped for a moment. Because Nuril was still fixated with someone who was sitting casually on the long sofa of Nuril's room. The long-sleeved ash color shirt is perfect in combination with a written batik glove that he plays, plus the black peci perched on his head makes the value more plus only.

The wind that blew from the window gently caressed Nuril's face, bringing with it Nuril's consciousness. "What, what are you doing in my room...!" Pekik Nuril, and quickly had covered his head with a towel in his hand, until someone who was sitting on the sofa was giggling with spontaneous attitude Nuril, what's more when Nuril has thrown him with everything that can be reached by his hands, his kekehannya widened along with the slow steps he was being eroded by it.

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