Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

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The rain that flushed before the dawn of the kadib had appeared, making the cold felt caressing the skin of Nuril who was previously like being warm in someone's arms. In the beautiful flow of gurgling rainwater, Nuril would like to close the blanket back if only all Nuril's nerves and brain invite him to wake up.

Rubbing her face slowly, Nuril began to move from her bed. Deg, Nuril's movements stopped immediately when Nuril's eyes caught a lump of middle body curled up on a long sofa in the corner of his room. Nuril recognized the sheath she was wearing, and it was the same sheath Mas Ainya was wearing.

Nuril was about to scream as soon as she realized that there was a man in her room. However, at once her voice stopped in her throat and Nuril quickly smothered her own mouth as soon as her memory returned in the afternoon yesterday. She is no longer a single girl, but married.

Under the rays of the sleeping lamp. Nuril can see the face of Gus Ali who is deep in his sleep. And the stock of admiration Nuril back growing, when it looks beautiful face Gus Ali looks so peaceful, certainly not annoying as when Gus Ali was with Nuril a.

Gus Ali berlahan change the sleeping position that is like uncomfortable, because the sofa used to lay his body does not accommodate the length of Gus Ali's body. Nuril stuttered, as Gus Ali turned her body which seemed to feel cold.

Nuril walked back to his bed, and pulled the blanket he had used, then snuggled to Gus Ali who was huddled looking for a warman with his hands clasped to both feet.

Nuril's legs still did not want to go from his place, because unconsciously his eyes continued to be fascinated with the calm face of Gus Ali who was intoxicating. And without being able to control it, Nuril's hand was outstretched to touch the neat eyebrows of Gus Ali, who had always been Nuril's favorite.

Nuril's hands have not yet reached their place. Gus Ali's big hand had caught him first, making Nuril fall directly over Gus Ali's body. And Nuril's chest immediately crazed accompanied by a face that had been flushed with embarrassment. Fortunately the room light did not turn on, so Nuril did not need to hide his face in front of Gus Ali, who would definitely make fun of him.

"No need to steal it if you want to touch it." The distinctive hoarse voice of waking up Gus Ali further embarrassed Nuril. And with great difficulty Nuril tried to get up from a comfortable fall, but made him tense. What's more, his hand is like being hit by a super sticky glue, so to release it, Nuril needs extra strength.

"Whoever wants to touch, my guy just loves a blanket. Afraid to freeze to death." Ketus Nuril once can be separated from the hands of Gus Ali.

"Hemm, afraid to be a widow yah." Gus Ali replied while sitting down.

"It's still not dawn yet, don't fight anymore." Still surviving with the tone of his judes Nuril answered Gus Ali's speech, to make Gus Ali chuckle amusedly.

"Dhem." Gus Ali cleared his voice and folded the blanket on his lap. "Who is getting noisier, I really want to make a fuss, what else is a fuss in bed. Come on."

Nuril rolled her eyes wide, not believing what she heard. "If you don't want to say I stole a glance from earlier is also okay. After all, I've not only been looking at you all night." Gus Ali is relaxed.

But the other was Nuril. Nuril still did not find the purpose of Gus Ali's remark that he did not just look. And at once Nuril screamed hysterically, as he remembered the warm embrace of his board that came in Nuril's dream. It turns out that it is a dream, but a reality carried by a dream.

"Basic pervert, thief." Shouted Nuril, while closing his hands to his body as Gus Ali got up from his place and walked slowly towards Nuril. "You know what decet deket." Nuril continued as he walked back one step each time Gus Ali stepped one step towards Nuril.

Nuril had been about to run from his place, had his body not stuck on the wall behind him, while Gus Ali had stood looming in front of Nuril and quickly locked Nuril with both hands. "You, what." Nuril said with a perfectly bowed face.

And the amused hardness of Gus Ali made Nuril again realize that he must be in the middle of work by Gus Ali. However, to raise his face Nuril could not bear, because the current position was too close for the two of them.

"Not gonna do anything. Didn't you say I was a pervert, so I just wanted to justify what you said." Gus Ali said in a relaxed tone.

"Don't you dare."

"Why should you be afraid. Everything is clean to me."

"I'll scream."

And what makes things even stranger is Nuril. Is not Nuril a Polwan, for a Polwan of course small things paralyze opponents with the position as it is today. Considering Nuril clearly mastered some martial arts. However, when all is blinded by love, then do not ask where the brain is located. Because Nuril's entire mind was only fixed on the pounding of his chest that was crazy.

"I don't do anything strange either. I just hug like this." Gus Ali said slowly but with a quick movement that had grabbed Nuril's body in his arms. "Then add it again like this. Trophies." Gus Ali continued while landing a soft kiss on the head of Nuril.

For a moment Nuril's legs seemed to have no bones, limp like a cloth without a backrest. And in fact, being in the arms of Gus Ali makes Nuril able to stand upright by the sturdy chest of Gus Ali.

"I won't exceed my limits if you don't let me." Gus Ali's remarks this time made Nuril aware with a position, ahh. Certainly a warm and appropriate position for this cold atmosphere. Also for the newlyweds to be honest.

"Aww, that,." Pekik Gus Ali, as his legs fell prey to Nuril. "It hurts, Ju." Rengek Gus Ali is exactly like a child who is spoiled with his mother.

"Sukurin." Nuril said ketus, while stepping away leaving Gus Ali who was grimacing in pain by the action of Nuril. But, it did not last long, once Nuril disappeared behind the bathroom door. Gus Ali smiled triumphantly.

Smile was still held on Gus Ali's lips, until Gus Ali stepped out of Nuril's room. Remembering the blushing and ridiculous face of Nuril makes Gus Ali really like a crazy person. Yes, of course crazy for love. Love that is not only in the description on. Love based on halal ties with blessing and ridho all.

"Love is fitrah, there is no distance between the one who loves and the one who is loved. Love is the spokesperson between taste and longing."

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It needs special powers, in order to be strong to face the sanctity of Gus Ali later..😅😅😅😅😅

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