Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

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The wall clock hanging in the living room of Gus Ali's residence shows at 22:25 when Gus Ali just put his motorbike into the garage. Dormitory dormitory is also deserted from the Santri. Even if there are some students who are still outside the Dormitory, it is certain that they are on guard.

The rain stopped earlier. But, the cold was still left and made Gus Ali tighten the jacket he wore. Gus Ali did not plan to return to this house. It's just that the business done by Gus Ali slightly backtracked from his berahir schedule, making Gus Ali decided to go home even though he had to be willing to turn quite a distance again after reaching halfway to his parents-in-law's house.

"Cock till night, Mom." Mother Ikah's voice sounded worried as Gus Ali opened the main door of his house.

"Nooooooooooo sleep yet.?" Gus Ali asked back, then quickly grabbed the hand of Mother Ikah in her kiss gently.

"Masya'Allah Mas, it's cold hands. It's raining rain, right.?" The change in tone of the voice of Mother Ikah made Gus Ali reach for her Mother's hand and bring her to cupping Gus Ali's cheek. "Mas, this is not good. Why not just stay at Mas Naufal's house." Continue Mother Ikah.

"Tomorrow morning Ali will have to replace Abi." While saying Gus Ali continued to rub the hand of Mother Ikah on her cheek. "Mother isn't sleeping at this hour."

Seen Mother Ikah sighed deeply before answering Gus Ali asked. "Mother wait till you get home." Answer Mother Ikah in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry, Nda." Gus Ali felt guilty. "So, it's out of Ali's show straight to somewhere first." The face of Gus Ali met red, and it did not escape the vision of Mother Ikah.

The faint smile of Mother Ikah rose as soon as she found her son's face reddened and the embarrassed smile that Gus Ali tried to hide from Mother Ikah. Slowly the hand that had been caressing the cheek of Gus Ali, Mommy Ikah move to the shoulder of Gus Ali by adding a smile full of understanding.

"What percentage of the preparation is it.?" Ask Mother Ikah. Until making Gus Ali rubbed his nape slowly to divert embarrassment to his mother.

"Cold, Nda." Said Gus Ali quickly hugged Mother Ikah and hid her head in the niche of the neck of Mother Ikah.

Mother Ikah continued to rub the back of Gus Ali while continuing to smile at the shameful behavior of her son. "So, is everything ready.?" Back Mother Ikah repeated the word teasing her son.

"All because of Mother Do'a." The answer Gus Ali gave to his mother.

"From tomorrow less staying up late, also busy until the day, Mas." Mother Ikah unraveled her embrace and touched Gus Ali's cheek again. "Mother kangen cheeks until the kingly kayak used to be a child."

"That can be set, Nda. The vitamins are coming." Gus Ali replied as he chuckled softly. "It's already night. Come on, Mother get some rest." Gus Ali continued and grabbed the shoulder of Mommy Ikah at his invitation to go up to the second floor.

Walking lightly without burden, Gus Ali continued to embrace the shoulder of Mother Ikah. Until, they arrived in front of Mother Ikah's room. "Mother fast rest." Gus Ali opened the door to Mother Ikah's room.

"Sampean is also quick to rest. Tomorrow afternoon you know what the schedule is.?" Say Mother with a meaningful smile.

Gus Ali widened his smile and whispered softly in his mother's ear. "He's already here."

Mother Ikah widened her eyes in disbelief. "Since when.?" Ask Mother Ikah.

"Three days ago." Gus Ali answered with a embarrassed face.

"Kok Mommy is not told. So, until it was raining rain because of Juju." Nodding the head slowly Gus Ali made Mother Ikah smile with her legs.

"So, when is Juju gonna get you here.?"

"It depends on Mother tomorrow." Answer Gus Ali while peeping Mother Ikah's forehead slowly then immediately push the door behind Mother Ikah. "Abi would be jealous. Better get in quickly. Good night." Gus Ali did that to his mother.

Therefore, Gus Ali willingly break through the swift rain for the Light of the Moon the taste of Jurian Juju's favorite. Although, because of that Gus Ali had to endure the nausea all the way. And berahir in the house Mas Naufal sprawled a few minutes before finally all the contents in his stomach out all.

Love requires struggle and sacrifice. Perhaps this will not be comparable to the struggle of the Qa'is for Laila. However, for those who can not stand the smell of the king of fruit with sharp jagged skin. It was a much more difficult test than having to memorize the Chemical formula.

Gus Ali entered his room feeling airy. What else when remembering Juju's implied smile without rejection of Gus Ali, made Gus Ali determined that tomorrow his weekend must come to this house. And Gus Ali already has a plan for that.

Do not think someone who is in love is able to hide his feelings just like that. The proof, Gus Ali. Until Gus Ali laid his body, Gus Ali's smile never receded from there.

In fact, if Gus Ali will obey his lust. Gus Ali could have come to his Jujunya and spent a long night with him by talking about their beautiful future plans. However, Gus Ali did not want to use his halal status as a tool.

It was enough for Gus Ali to be so selfish, to marry Juju without her consent. This time Gus Ali will repay that selfishness by giving honor to his lover halal a dream reception, then bring it with him with love and glory as always told his mother to Gus Ali.

"There is no honor and glory for a woman, except that she is brought with love and blessing, and that she is given a special place beside her with always respect and respect for her." Because of the phrase Mother Ikah, Gus Ali always did not want to impose his wishes on Juju, unless the marriage is silent.

And this is what Gus Ali called love. When everything in his chest and roaring soul wants it, Gus Ali is able to hold on to the honor of his loved ones. So, this is the love that Gus Ali wants. For the love of his immeasurable power rained down on his chest. Gus Ali suppressed all his selfishness, and willing to become a slave for his love with the sincerity he had.

In order that, there would be a reason for Gus Ali to remain beside him as the right reason. A person who can count on and replace the love of his first lover. The one who gave him a reason to endure only passed a soft caress in the strands of his hair and left a trace on his forehead.

"I'm willing to be your slave. A slave is lawful to you. The child who will always be loyal to you. A slave who would never want anything for myself, except your smile of happiness. I am willing to be your slave by Allah's permission, and because Allah also I made you my lover." Write Gus Ali with full confidence, then send it to the Jujuunya.

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