Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Gem In Hugs

Happy Reading's...

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

The moon is perfectly rounded, the full light falling on the leaves making it reflect like a jewel. The ripples of the pool water swirled around the whirlwind of the night, also participating in syahdu dancing in the night that entered the cold of the eighth month. The inflammation and beautiful moment is actually inversely proportional to what is felt by the heart of Nuril.

There is no reason to be unhappy, it should be. It's just that Nuril is too embarrassed to admit that he is very happy with the surprise that has ravaged his heart. Also, of course because of his excessive prestige that made Nuril not want him to look very happy and gugp half dead. Of course also for more specific reasons, making Nuril not want to look too happy.

The gurgling sound of water in the sink seemed to be soothing music for Nuril. Even though it was unable to make his chest just feel a little calmer. Helaan breath, Nuril repeatedly took to reduce his nervousness. And it was still the same Nuril felt, then more tightened back when imagining who was outside the bathroom of his room.

Nuril had been in the bathroom for almost half an hour and was washing her face repeatedly. Just for one reason, to reduce his nervousness. For Nuril to be in one room with the opposite sex, not an extraordinary thing, it often happens. But, really being in one room with loved ones made Nuril unable to control his heartbeat.

After going through a great inner struggle, Nuril slowly began to open the bathroom door, and stepped out with his face bowed deeply. Nuril did not want ge-er, only Nuril realized that there was a pair of eyes that were watching him. Yep, and sure enough, since then Gus Ali continued to pay attention to the bathroom door in Nuril's room that did not open.

Until Nuril out of the bathroom wrapped in a yellow nightgown with a picture of his favorite cartoon character from childhood. Then sit on the sofa, without daring to turn towards Gus Ali who was sitting half-leaning on the back of Nuril's bed with the book that was open on his lap.

"Dhem." Deheman slowly led Gus Ali head to look at Gus Ali. And really, Gus Ali's acting skills are amazing. Because, when Nuril turned to look at Gus Ali, Gus Ali seemed to focus on his reading. To make Nuril feel meaningless in that room.

Scowling annoyed, Nuril pursed her lips and looked at Gus Ali who was smiling faintly without Nuril noticing. "Until when will I sabotage my bed." Ketus Nurill.

Without taking his eyes off the reading on his lap, Gus Ali answered Nuril calmly. "Our bed, Ju. Not your bed."

Nuril snorted annoyedly at Gus Ali's words. "It's coercion."

"Lha, how do you want it.?, just say it." Gus Ali replied in a relaxed manner.

In Nuril's heart had gathered several stones that were ready to be vomited. Where, women will be embarrassed when asked how they want. Me included. Nuril's grouse. "Whatever." Nuril answered Gus Ali's question, even though it was contrary to what his heart whispered.

"If it's up to me, it means come here." This time Gus Ali shifted his eyes from his reading until the eyes of the two collided for a moment. As nothing happens for both, although actually the chest of both equally want to explode by the overflow of happiness.

Nuril's beautiful eyes rounded perfectly blaring Gus Ali's speech. What's more when Gus Ali berahan changed the way he sat, and patted the place next to him. "The best talk is close together, Ju. What else is it while hugging." Indeed, in Nuril's dream or imagination, it was never once imagined that the Ustadz Salman who Nuril knew would speak mischievously with him. This, the original nature of Mas Anya.

Not strong with the temptation given by Gus Ali, Nurilpun merengos cut off the eyes of both of them, until the awkwardness of Gus Ali blurred. "You sure, don't want to move here." The Gus Ali.

"No. Wherever it comes, my status just changes." The annoyed tone still Nuril maintained.

"It didn't arrive. That was a year ago, from before you went to Africa." Gus Ali moved to put his reading on the nightstand.

"That's the imposition of his name. Where can it be called legitimate, if as the bride I do not know knowing." Out also the question that had filled his mind since yesterday afternoon.

"Lha rukun married that you already know. One, there's the Bride Boy and Girl. Second, there is the guardian. Third, there are witnesses. And the fourth is Ijab and Qobul. Which one could be called illegitimate." Gus Ali replied with a seductive tone to Nuril so that Nurip continued to be irritated, which in that it looks very cute in the eyes of Gus Ali.

"But I didn't know I was married."

"Haha. Indeed, the pillars must be both brides. But it doesn't have to be in one place." Answer Gus Ali.

"I refuse."

"Where can you refuse, if you're legally my wife."

Nuril looked back at Gus Ali, who was now sitting and his legs were opened. "Where to get married without telling first. More forcing it."

"May, it can be done by the guardian of Mujbir." Gus Ali paused his words for a moment. And then a small smile, as Gus Ali caught the anger in Nuril's clear eyes. "The guardian of Mujbir, is the one who has the right to marry their daughter, or their slave without having to ask for prior consent. And it consists of his Grandfather and his father, as well as those who have nasab upon him."

Silent, Nuril was busy throwing his gaze away from Gus Ali who had made Nuril unable to dwell on the reasons he made. While Gus Ali, continued to pay attention to Nuril who was wrong.

Nuril was unable to answer Gus Ali. Even the saliva that goes into Nuril's throat is like a razor that hurts every corner, when Nuril's heart churns to answer no. There is anxiety that can be caught by Gus Ali from Nuril's eyes that move agitated motion, as well as from the long silence created.

"I felt, I had to dare to be selfish back then, Ju. And make a decision immediately, so that there are no regrets later. Because, I guess because we have the same feelings. Not just because you are a Juwahir. But, also because you are Ipda Nuril, my Beautiful Polwan."

Slowly, that word is very slow. However, the effect on the team, not in Nuril's chest, was amazingly powerful. This is what Nuril expected. Not only has Mas Ainya, but also the expertise of Ustadz Salman in processing the word.

"I realize this is gonna be hard for you. And so, we all kept quiet. And choose this way. So, three months, is that enough." The Gus Ali.

"Three months, what three months.?" Nuril asked just like that.

"To settle your affairs." Gus Ali replied as he moved from his place.

"This, this is ap.." Nuril said very doubtful, how not gugub. Gus Ali has been land-based eroding the distance between the two. And Nuril's words immediately stopped in her throat when Gus Ali leaned her face towards Nuril and whispered softly in Nuril's ear.

"I don't want to know, in three months I'm asking that your business should be over. If your general gets angry, if your commander doesn't give his permission, I won't be able to wait for him anymore. If, that's not you do don't blame me. When I arrive, I'll take you as my bride."

Nuril petrified in place, his breath seemed to stop blowing because his entire lungs were full of the distinctive aroma of Gus Ali. What else when a kiss left by Gus Ali at the end of Nuril's eyes, makes all of Nuril's bones relax like a liquid object that can not survive in place without a container.

Until Nuril did not realize that Gus Ali had stepped away from Nuril, because Nuril was busy arranging pounding on his chest with his eyes tightly closed, in the middle of his cheeks that met red.

"Indeed, you've become my wife. But, you have never been my bride. For that, I will prepare everything according to your dreams. Also for the bridal room of course." Nuril's eyes re-patterned, as soon as he heard the last words of Gus Ali, what else after that Gus Ali glanced mischievously towards Nuril blending a tinge on Nuril's face widened to his ears.

The sound of the door being closed and swallowed disappeared all over Gus Ali's body behind it, making a feeling of unwillingness to directly approach Nuril. However, it did not last long. Because, after thinking back to Gus Ali's words, Nuril immediately rose from his seat and jumped up in excitement and slammed his body on the bed where Gus Ali had laid himself.

Nuril continued to wake up, even though all the nerves of her body were eager to rest. However, falling in love and getting reciprocated love, as well as being united in a sacred bond under the blessing and ridho, makes Nuril's eyes reluctant to be closed. Because reality is so much more beautiful than dreams and fantasies.

Only after hours passed from midnight, Nuril really slept with a feeling of peace. As peaceful as Gus Ali who was embracing the friendly body of Nuril in his warm embrace and could not turn away from his jewel which has now become entirely his.

.

.

.

.

.

Seriate...

####

Hadueww, I joined the mesem Mbak Nuril.

Like, Koment and Vote are always waiting...

Love Love Love...

💖💖💖💖💖💖

By: Ariz Coffee

@maydina862