Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
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The white mist descended along with a thin drizzle, carrying a skin-piercing chill. October, where the summer is supposed to be hot in the village of the birth of Perfect Boyfriend Nuril. And look now, the season seems to change in line with Nuril's feelings.
Opening the wide window, Nuril let the cold wind caress her face, and bawah extended her hand to touch the drop by drop of rain water. A small smile on Nuril's lips, also gave his face behind the thought of flying far into a beautiful house on the hill that a few days ago Nuril saw from the residence of Mbah Uti Nuril, when Nuril had just arrived at the birthplace of her parents.
Imagining spending time in a beautiful house with a view of fresh fruit hanging from the tree, as well as warmth with the family makes Nuril endlessly smile full of mystery. However, once the purpose of his arrival here has not reached the one who gave an excuse to come here, making Nuril keep a smile back on his lips.
Three days Nuril was in the land of his parents' birth and during that time Nuril had not seen the nose of someone who had made Nuril so brave to leave his mind three months ago. Let alone, coming to him directly, to call him Nuril did not dare, even though in his heart was so wanted.
And what sucks again in the heart of Nuril is so longing for revenge figure who for three months did not give him any news. Missing is cruel. Kangen was so torturing heartburn. As if draining the gallbladder, to make Nuril's liver tasteless from the deadly poison in the form of the torture of love.
The fog is getting thickened, the cold is also getting more crazy along with the afternoon. Until Nuril's hand that had been outstretched playing water, now hugged his own shoulder while occasionally stroking it slowly.
"On the window, Cah Ayu. It could catch a cold." The soft voice of Mbah Ibuk Nuril made Nuril immediately turn to the origin of the voice, and found that Mbah Ibuknya was walking closer to Nuril with a widening smile. "Now it should have entered the summer, somehow kok still seneng Rendeng (Rain Season.) Where the fog also comes down. It's getting colder." Mbah Ibuk Nuril.
"Alhamdulillah needs abundant water, Mbah Ibuk." Nuril's hands were stretched out again to close the window.
"If the matter of water from long ago here will never be lacking, wong yo terah nek sikile Mount Raung. (His name is also at the foot of Mount Raung.)." Mbah Uti Nuril close the sweeter in his face. "It looks like the covers are less thick tonight, Ju."
Nuril followed the eye of Mbah Ibuk who was focusing on a blanket that piled up at the end of Nuril's Queen size bed. "Let's let Uwi kelon be with Mbah Ibuk just let anget." Nuril said while hugging the old body of his Mbah Ibuk.
"Where can it be like that." Nuril increasingly tightened his embrace, when felt his hand in the tabok slowly by Mbah Ibuknya.
For a moment both of them were silent, and enjoyed the atmosphere of silence with their respective minds, until Nuril reopened their words. "Bah Ibuk, Papa used to like to be spoiled by Mbah Ibuk.?" Ask Nuril.
Mbah Ibuk Nuril chuckled softly. "Come, here don't tell me about childhood, your father." Mbah Ibuk Nuril.
"Take a blanket will be good Mbah Ibuk." Nuril answered and quickly raised the body of Mbah Ibuknya ala bridal.
"Ju, lower. The Mbah will fall." Pekik Mbah Ibuk Nuril.
"Uwi is strong enough Mbah Ibuk." And Nuril immediately occupied Mbah Ibuknya bed, while Nuril himself circled the different side. "This is good." Nuril continued once he had covered the legs of both with a blanket.
"You are like this exactly to your father." At the elucidation of Nuril's head, and Nuril deliberately swatted his head in the armpit of his Mbah Ibuk very spoiled.
"Why is little time naughty, Mbah Ibuk..?" Tanya Nuril while enjoying the hand caress of Mbah Ibuknya in the head of Nuril.
"Sir, not really. But, I like it so much. What else if it's the same with your mother." Mbah Ibuk Nuril said, looking ahead.
"Does she mean Mother.?" Nuril moved her head to look at her Mother Mbah.
"Yes, they're close friends from childhood."
"I can do it, Mbah Ibuk."
"Lha yo can tho. Wong Mbah Ibuk and Ibunga Bundamu are close friends. And indirectly they often meet." The Mbah Ibuk Nuril. "Your father used to be very happy to make your mother cry, what else when she was 2-4 years old. But yes it is, your father is just ignorant of your mother."
"Well, how can you be a friend.?" Nuril's Comments.
Mbah Ibuk Nuril laughed faintly. "Kok ya friend, wong you could be Gus Ali's wife. Even though Gus Ali is also ignorant not to fall in love with you." Bluss, Nuril's face immediately flushed to hear his Mother's words.
Wife, that one word really makes Nuril want to be so unashamed, then run so fast into the arms of someone who has expensive it in a unique way. Give him freedom, but at the same time bind him tightly. As if indifferent, but approaching through the do'a.
Aih, love does not need to be expressed clearly and love also does not have to be in conjunction. However, being together definitely requires a sense of love. And now Nuril just realized, how Gus Ali loved her. The love that was framed for Nuril was truly sincere just as Nuril semai had in her chest.
Because of a sentence spoken by Mbah Ibuk Nuril. Nuril's brain was really amby, and the longing that was bubbling in the chest as if not wanting to wait for the day to change or just rain to stop so that Nuril could run to a place where Nuril could take off his shindles, even if it was just staring at him from a distance. Indeed, the pain of love hinders pleasure.
Until the conversation ended in Adzan Mahrib, Nuril only realized that he was not at all focused on listening to what was told by Mbah Ibuknya, because Nuril's whole mind is being filled by a sweet figure who has eaten away his shame.
"Jama'ah with Mbah Ibuk at home, Ndhok." The rebuke of Mbah Ibuk Nuril is what restores Nuril's mind and immediately moves to take Wudhu.
Nuril still coolly wrapped half of his body with a blanket, while in his hand still tucked the Koran that occasionally in the dikya while his lips continue to kamit say verse by verse attached to his brain. Adhan Isya' has also finished reverberating since, but in fact as much as Nuril's love for Gus Ali, mesih located in the second position. The proof, until now Nuril is still trying very hard to pursue what he is trying to do.
The rain is more crazy in the late night, and will be very sad if warmed with a blanket. However, sayup sayup Nuril heard the sound of a motorbike that seemed to stop in front of his Mbah Ibuk house, to make Nuril's heart moved up from his comfortable place. Nuril wants to know, who is desperate to visit in this heavy rain.
"Ndhok here." Call Mbah Kakung Nuril, as soon as you see the Nuril figure.
"Enggeh, Kung." Nuril quickly replied and rushed closer towards Mbah Kakungnya.
Deg, Nuril's chest was immediately timid when Nuril's beautiful eyes met a look with someone who was at the door. The silver raincoat worn contrasts sharply with the black helmet which is also still perched in place. Her lips were turning blue from the cold, looking at the sweet smile, and Nuril predicted it was much sweeter than before.
"This Gusse didn't tell me to go in first. He said hunt because there's still business." Both of them immediately cut off the view as soon as the sentence Mbah Kakung Nuril entered in the middle of them. "Here, dhok." Continue Mbah Kakung Nuril while giving a package of black crackle to Nuril.
"Nopo niki, Kung.?" Nuril said, and feel warm in Nuril's hands.
"Yes kakung don't know, just ask your husband." Said Mbah Kakung Nuril while stepping away from the two people who are the same as silent mamatung.
"Gus, anu, it's a pinarak monggo." Nuril said wrong.
"Later as long as it is not locked in the door. I still have needs outside." Gus Ali replied while chuckling softly.
"Rain like this.?" Nuril asked, and this time it sounded alarmed.
"It's an obligation. I just stopped by for a minute to drop off your junk food." Nuril peeked at what food was behind the black crackle in her hand. "Quickly eating mumpung is still warm. I'll go first." The Gus Ali.
"Guss." Nuril bit her lower lip not daring to look at the face that was so longed for in front of her.
"Yes, what's wrong. Don't seduce me into staying, Ju." Hearing Gus Ali's words, Nuril lowered his head, his face as red as a perfectly ripe dragon.
"Heart of heart." Lirih Nuril's.
"Yes. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam.." Gus Ali immediately turned around and left Nuril who was still standing in the doorway until the motor driven by Gus Ali disappeared in the dark swallow of the night.
Nuril smiled with an indistinct smile while hugging the crackle that still felt hot in her hands. And then widened his smile even more when he saw the contents. True to say by Gus Ali, it is Nuril's favorite food, but one of what is most hated by Gus Ali. Bright moon of Durian flavor and also Chocolate flavor.
The warm melt of Durian that broke in Nuril's mouth, in harmony with Nuril's heart which was also melted by the attitude of Gus Ali, who was willing to rain rain for the sake of Nuril's favorite food. In fact, Gus Ali will be nauseous if he smells the king of the fruit. However, for what sake try Gus Ali do that, obviously the answer is because love. I guess people who are in love can keep their feelings a secret..?
Nuril is still cool to enjoy the light of the most delicious moon ever enjoyed, until its fun is disturbed by the sound of his cellphone that wants to be touched immediately by him. And the sweetness of the moonlight in his mouth just getting sweeter, when the name of Gus Manisku printed on his flat object.
Nuril was still silent even though the screen on his phone was connected there. "Don't forget to brush your teeth clean, later if I want to kiss you let's not smell Durian."
Tut, tut, tut. The connection was immediately decided unilaterally by Nuril, because Nuril's lips were no longer able to answer the small thing that was so sweet. And there is regret for Nuril, why before he had to sell expensive, to make himself have to resist the blue longing. If Nuril tau from the first taste sweet in gombali husband kayak gini, mending follow from three months ago..
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