Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
Actually Love.
Happy Reading's...
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The room decorated with flowers gives off the fragrance of happiness, happiness which Nuril finally chose with all his soul and body. Sitting quietly in front of the dresser, Nuril let the MUA do her job, and countless times the makeup tools touched her face, and Nuril remained seated quietly, even though her chest was pounding.
Nuril never thought, that with just a small nod of himself to Gus Ali three weeks ago in the hospital, everything quickly Gus Ali was ready. Reception venues, Invitations, Souvenirs, even up to the clothes they use for today.
"There is no glory in this world, but rather glorifying love for worship. And let me complete the journey in the world by worshiping with you. Nuril Maydina Juwahir's. Be willing to be my soul mate. And from there, I will give my whole life for the future of both of us, to seek God's Ridho with the intention of the longest worship."
Because of Gus Ali's speech, Nuril is getting stronger with his choice.
And this is what happened after that. Three weeks after that Gus Ali did not meet Nuril at all and continued to bombard Nuril with surprises that seemed endless. "Enough you've left, I've prepared everything." That was the last word spoken by Gus Ali to Nuril, and it really happened. Nuril did absolutely nothing and did not know what, everything was ready and there was nothing that Nuril did not like.
Lavender Indian style color dress wrapped Nuril body. The wide and large skirt was in harmony with the bold make-up that expanded Nuril's eyes to become sharper. As for her beauty, don't ask anymore. Nuril looks so memuaku with thick makeup that Nuril never used before.
The two hands squeezed behind the calm attitude shown by Nuril, far different from what was felt by Nuril's heart that was stubbornly unbecoming. How not deg degan, with the status of a legitimate husband and wife, Gus Ali did not give him any news at all. Just told someone else to tell Nuril what Gus Ali had prepared.
"I want to replace your fear, your sense of stubbornness during the marriage contract, which you do not have time to feel." Maybe Gus Ali really wanted to really make Nuril feel how nervous the marriage contract, just like Gus Ali at that time, who arrived to ask for his readiness to marry Nuril, without being able to tell his bride.
Now, this is the success Gus Ali did to Nuril. Nuril was right to be half-dead, as Nuril did not know who would bring her out of the magnificent palace, and replace her Perfect Boyfriend. And even though Nuril knew who it was, strangely the pounding on his chest did not decrease at all it only increased.
"It's so pretty, Papa's daughter." Papa Nuril said as soon as he entered the bridal room where Nuril was.
Leaning a thin smile towards her Papa, Nuril looked even more charming despite her body stiffening. "Of course you're not usually pretty."
"Clearly, because today the little princess Papa is stepping into the marriage stage. Building a marriage, with the right man. And Papa did not hesitate in the least, handing Papa's daughter over to him." Papa Nuril answered with glass eyes.
"The message, Uwi was thrown away." Nuril answered, and made Papa Nuril laugh when he heard Nuril's words. "Kok Papa even laughed.?" Tanya Nuril.
"It's okay, Papa just feels like it's just a distraction for your nervousness."
"Sotoy Papa mah." Nuril said, turning her face away.
"Yes, yes, Papa knows." Said Papa Nuril while reaching for a bouquet of flowers that had been turned around by Nuril. "This is the proof." Papa Nuril continued, so wipe Nuril's hands full of cold sweat.
Embarrassed, Nuril pulled her hand and rubbed a swab on her big skirt. "It's got water." Still don't want to admit Nuril.
"Whatever it is, Wi. Papa was relieved, and today came." Said Papa Nuril and had grabbed Nuril's head in his warm embrace. "Papa does not know what to advise you, because Gus Ali is enough for you to take an example."
Nuril broke her Papa's embrace, then looked at her Papa inside. "Uwi, long before made Papa as a patronage, guidance and pride. And Papa won't be replaced." Answer Nuril.
"Thank you, honey. Thank you for being Papa's daughter." Again, Papa Nuril hugged Nuril tightly and almost made Nuril break his tears, if only Mama Nuril did not come in and told both of them to get out quickly because the event would start soon.
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Ballroom of a hotel has been magic like a flower garden. Flowers are scattered here on the red carpet that stretches into a pedestal. Among the hundreds of guests present, Nuril was walking slowly following the direction of the red carpet showing the way for him with a huge heartbeat.
Along with that, both of Nuril's parents stopped who also stopped Nuril's steps. Then, Nuril closed her eyes tightly while breathing deep air. Until Papa Nuril grabbed Nuril's hand and changed with a warm hand. This hand so gently grabbed Nuril's fingers, then slipped a ring on Nuril's ring finger.
Slowly Nuril opened her eyes again as the touch on her finger unraveled. "Guild, Dhok." Gentle, said Mother Ikah while mengasukan White Golden Ring that is much wider than the circular on the ring finger Nuril. And Nuril looks so sweet when she becomes a submissive girl, by pinning a ring on the ring finger of a dashing person standing in front of her.
Nuril felt the warmth in her hand again, as soon as Gus Ali's palm again grabbed her and slipped it on her arm. Then, take her to walk down the street filled with flowers sprinkled by several children in front of them both, and, up to a pelaminan dominated by silvir color weighing a small glass glass, tilted Sholawat Thola'a Badru Alaina.
Sitting in a singasana like King and Queen, both equally smiling shyly with fingers that are sharpened each other. Seerat, the sense of the two of them who have united in the bahtra household and not only the invited guests who bear witness to both, but also the two, but also the angels who have recorded their sholih intention to marry.
The roar of boisterous hadrah in the tabuh, also melodious voice of the vocal who was chanting sholawat fill their happy event, will not be as beautiful and blaring the roar of their chests both. The song of love was so visible that from every glance of the eye that was accidentally caught making the guests present also embarrassed to make it.
Their love is beautiful, flowing like a rhythm that is conveyed through song poetry. Even the whisper of shame to the two, as if the world would also be ashamed to hear it. Ohh, this is true love, love that is not expected to be together but finally ends in a halal romance to continue together. Crochet with do'a and restore everything to the creator.
The happy time seemed reluctant to part with the affectionate strains of their love, until unknowingly rolling so quickly brought everything at the end of the event as they both moved from the singasana with all the do'a do'a blessing that accompanied their steps.
Compatibility in likeness and love, makes all feel envious and want to have the love implied from both, until both disappear from the gaze of the guests present, still leaves a sense that is brought by the happiness of both brides.
"Let me help." That's the word that came out of Gus Ali's lips after they really came out of the venue.
"No, I can do it myself." Nuril replied, grabbing a long sari, sweeping the floor through it.
"I don't mind doing it." Reply Gus Ali and then quickly grabbed the cloth in Nuril's hands. "What else to get rid of it so that you can be washed out of this cloth." Gus Ali's slow whisperings right in Nuril's ears, making Nuril stand stiff in place..
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I want to be naughty Gus Ali. It was Gus Mimi..
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