Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Loving Ways.

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Chrysanthemum Flowers of various colors are neatly arranged in every corner of the garden. White, Yellow, Pink, Purple, also no less current is the Rainbow Chrysanthemum Flower. All the flowers are arranged according to color and they are so beautiful with a mixture of rainwater that is still left on the foliage, resulting in beautiful reflection once the sun begins to touch it with warm rays.

If you ask who the flower belongs to.? Clearly the answer belongs to Mama Nuril. Because, in the dictionary Nuril there is no such thing as a flower rooftop painstaking with his name spent his time gardening. And surely no one would believe if he heard what Nuril liked. For Nuril, the thing that made him forget himself the most was when he spent time in the Library.

The library is one of Nuril's favorite places, as a lover of peace and silence. The private room earlier was also Nuril's favorite place. But, for now it was no longer, of course it was because of the presence of Gus Ali, who had succeeded in making Nuril feel oppressed if he was in his private place.

As if without a care for someone who followed her, Nuril still walked towards the gazebo in the middle of the park with an annoyed face.

"What flowers are these..?" Gus Ali asked as soon as they reached the Gazebo.

At first glance Nuril glanced at Gus Ali as well as glanced at the flowers pointed at by Gus Ali. "Sprinting." Nuril replied slowly, then sat himself in a chair that was like a swing.

"That one.?" Gus Ali approached one of the Red Flowers manyala neatly arranged on a wooden shelf.

"Just the same. Chrysanthemum."

"Oh yes. I thought his name would be another." Gus Ali turned around with a single stalk of Flower that had moved on his ladder. Closer to Nuril. "Flower is the most beautiful thing that plants have. You are the most beautiful thing I have given you." Gus Ali's hand outstretched giving the flowers he drew to Nuril.

"Cock capital. If Madam saw the flowers on the pick would be a mosquito." Nuril turned her face away without receiving the Flower that was in Gus Ali's hands.

"Ckckckckckg.." Gus Ali chuckled at Nuril's words. "I'm mistaken, too, I'm not a mugger. I own a fruit garden. It was a fruit man. Happiness with you."

Nuril was clucking between happy and upset. "Same, it's the same thing." Dumel Nuril hides his smile. "Stand up and not tired of what. Uh, but what's the matter, if the strong stand up continue." Nuril continued by shifting to the edge, thus giving room for Gus Ali to sit next to Nuril.

"Well if you force me to sit."

"Where the sentence forced him." Cicit Nuril and Nuril immediately widened his eyes when Gus Ali tripped and pulled the rope from Nuril's seat, until Nuril slammed and fell in a position not so good.

"Dug, Dug, Dug." The sound of heart detag both equally membahannya. A minute and two, both still frozen with Nuril's position on top of Gus Ali's body. The two irises of the eyes, filled each other's shadows with a warm gaze covered in shame but willing.

The cloudy tetiba came back to cover the sun that had just momentarily warmed the earth. However, in the hearts of both the sun actually rose and warmed their chests along with the bloom of flowers that are not visible but fragrant through the strains of love that radiated in the eyes of both.

Does love need to be expressed.? If, from the gaze alone is enough to be the answer that the two are the same in the same wave. Although, clearly explained Nuril refused to admit it. What is the need for open rejection. If, in fact, Nuril's eyes were traitorous with bright light.

The inability of Nuril to turn from the beaming face of Gus Ali has been a proof, even with what Gus Ali did as well as Nurip, also becomes evidence that the feeling is the same.

Point by drop, drizzle back down. And being a bully over the drama falls beautifully between the two. Then change the atmosphere that was a little warmed up to be awkward, especially for Nuril who immediately rushed up from the body of Gus Ali.

Without saying a word, Nuril returned to his old position. Sitting with his eyes out of nowhere, as long as his eyes do not meet Gus Ali. Of course, it felt very embarrassing for Nuril. Because, for a moment Nuril was lulled by the charm that still did not want to admit it, explained.

"Geez.." The sound as if in pain Gus Ali, made Nuril turn his head back towards Gus Ali, and seen by Nuril, Gus Ali was shaking his right hand.

"Why..?" Throwing away prestige is hard. But there is something much more difficult. Namely, controlling the heart, so as not to feel pain when seeing someone loved in pain. However, it is still not openly acknowledged.

"It's okay." Gus Ali quickly replied while hiding his right hand behind his back.

Nuril re-emerged from her place, and walked towards Gus Ali who was like she was still grimacing in pain. "Look at his hand." Nuril said once he was in front of Gus Ali.

Gus Ali remained silent. And increasingly hiding his hands from Nuril, up to half of Gus Ali's body came out of the Gazebo and was exposed to water droplets that are not drizzling anymore but have become rain.

"See."

"No."

"Look at you." Nuril has taken one more step forward. "Let's not see me getting scorned, because I got hurt." Nuril continued by looking at Gus Ali between annoyance and worry.

"It's because of you." There was a little amused laughter in Gus Ali's speech, making Nuril open his eyes towards Gus Ali.

"Where is. That's because the sidean pulled the straps." Bela Nuril trying to grab Gus Ali's arm.

Gus Ali chuckled at Nuril's movements and made no attempt to hide his hand. Instead, Gus Ali let Nuril grab his arm and look at his grasping finger.

Nuril's face looked confused for a moment, because Nuril did not find any wounds on Gus Ali's finger. "Basic, a mongrel." Nuril's cry suddenly arrived, as soon as he saw Gus Ali's finger that made the Finger Heart symbol repeat.

With a reddened face, Nuril turned her body back to Gus Ali who was still chuckling amusedly, for successfully judging Nuril again.

"I told you that because of you. So, take responsibility."

"Today I'm going back to Banyuwangi, Ju." The word plan spoken by Gus Ali, and it was able to remove the twitch on the lips of Nuril who was amazed by the way of mengombal Gus Ali for a moment. "If you want to come, I won't mind."

Nuril was still silent, the whole series of words that had been arranged from dawn, suddenly disappeared just like that. And that's only because Gus Ali wants to come back today.

Maybe the rain is not so heavy at the moment, even it is not to make the wet Gazebo that they both live in. However, the rain in Nuril's heart had already come with a great storm.

"Mother will be very happy, if you want to come." The continuation of Gus Ali's sentence made a flash of lightning strike in Nuril's chest and made Nuril turn and look at Gus Ali with a look full of hatred.

Reviews of Gus Ali's smile was unable to make the storm on Nuril's chest subside, even it almost made the dike in his eyes collapse, because Nuril felt so disappointed. Because of Gus Ali's desire to take him with Mother Ikah.

Nuril had opened her mouth to talk, but stopped because of a long cry of Mama Nuril who was caught in a row headed towards the two of them with an umbrella that did not close perfectly. That was because, the other hand was still sticking the phone in his ear.

"Yes, this is Fik. It's." Already." Mama Nuril said as soon as she arrived at the Gazebo and immediately handed her phone to Gus Ali along with Nuril's cellphone which also rang.

Both are busy with the same middle phone attached, and the look of both is also the same. Doesn't look as happy as it was a while ago. Moreover, Gus Ali who was waiting changed softly.

"Innalillahi wa innailaihi rojiu'un." Plan Gus Ali, and make Mama Nuril stroke Gus Ali's arm understandingly. And not so long Gus Ali had closed the phone call from his mother, then returned the phone belonging to his father-in-law.

"It looks like we and our family haven't been able to get there today, Gus." Mama Nuril.

"Enggeh, it's okay, Ma." Gus Ali answered, still staring at Nuril's back.

"Ma, Uwi has to go report to the boss today." Nuril said as soon as he finished his call without caring about Gus Ali.

"Your husband's license." Mama Nuril said as she moved. It was as if he had deliberately made space between the two.

The cold air with the morning rain, also reached the heart of Nuril who arrived to cool, and it was also felt by Gus Ali. However, there is much more important that Gus Ali should be moving at this time.

"Ju, I'll be back this morning as well." It sounded softly that word in Nuril's ear. However, Nuril did not want to be fooled again by Gus Ali.

"I have something to do. Sorry." Sounds assertive. But, full of disappointment.

Gus Ali let out a long sigh and looked at the clingy Nuril. "Uncle of Revelation is dead." Nuril's eyeballs moved uneasily while his lips murmured softly hearing the reason Gus Ali wanted to return soon this morning as well. However, why and why Uncle Wahyu could die suddenly Nuril could not ask Gus Ali at all.

"This time I have to be selfish, Ju." Gus Ali paused his speech, and confirmed that Nuril was watching him. "Three months. I think it will be enough to take care of all the self-employment needs. And it's absolute laden for us to be together." Nuril looked at Gus Ali with a look of disbelief. However, again Nuril lost by his heart which was blinded by love.

"No matter how much you miss the next three months. During that time, I promise I won't bother you, until you get an honorable letter of resignation. And I'll prepare everything until you come."

"I am a.."

"Sesstt, stop. I don't want to hear what's your reason. I'm enough to be your goal. Near, juah, wherever you are. You're here." Said Gus Ali while patting his chest. "You are in my heart. Your love is safe in my heart. And that love will mean when you love me too." Gus Ali continued with a small kiss on Nuril's forehead as soon as the word stopped.

Nuril was still petrified in place as if his feet were planted there and could not say anything just keep looking at the back of Gus Ali who was running a small run splitting the light rain, leaving Nuril alone with his hands stroking his forehead which still leaves warm lips Gus Ali there.

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