Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Is that an invitation..?

Happy Reading's...

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As if in a mirror that is so wide, the leaves of Mahogany leaves that begin to turn yellow are printed so real in a pond that contains clear water. After Nuril asked some people who work in this orchard, it turns out that the water that fills this pool comes from the spring not far from the pool itself.

Masya'Allah's. The words were unceasingly Nuril nodded at his lips. Nuril's eyes were filled with admiration, admiration for the creation of God the Creator. The last three years, the shadow of the house in the middle of the garden has always danced beautifully in Nuril's mind. And, the most beautiful surprise is the paradise that seems to be pictured here now.

Heaven is described with an idnah park, where there is a river that flows in the middle. This, like that picture. Heaven was created by Gus Ali.

The pond instantly rippled as Nuril stuffed his white feet into it, blurring the picture as if it were beautifully painted on it. Sitting with her legs inserted into the pool, Nuril was able to feel that the cold from the pool water not only crept on her legs, but also as if piercing into her bones.

Lafadz demi lafadz Qur'an sprinkled from Nuril's lips along with his feet playing with water with the results of a similar rhythm. Crican, kricik, kricik. That's how it is until without feeling the sun has risen. And, everything that is done with a happy heart and whole heart, will not feel the passing. In fact, Nuril also did not realize that Gus Ali had stood long enough to pay attention to what Nuril did.

Briefly with an ****** charming smile, Gus Ali seems to blink just feels affectionate. Like the Heaven he created, Gus Alipun has succeeded in bringing the Angel to complete it.

"Geezers.." A water guava fell right at the end of the pool. Nuril gasped in shock, as well as Gus Ali so that both equally smiled awkwardly.

Without saying a word, Gus Ali walked slowly closer towards Nuril. Flipping his batik holster, Gus Ali set his foot into the pool exactly as Nuril did.

Gus Ali grabbed Nuril's hand and every stretch of their fingers joined each other in the grip. "Everyone has their own Devinisi Syuranya. Same with me. And happy I am, for you are the Angel in the Paradise that I have created. Trophies." A gentle kiss landed on Nuril's palm.

Nuril blushed, eager to pull her hand. But, his heart did not want it, it wanted more, carried away by the warm atmosphere mixed with the whirring of the wind caressing their faces. Slowly, but surely. Nuril rests her head on Gus Ali's shoulder.

Closing her eyes, Nuril pervaded how delicious this was so perfectly felt by her.

"I never dared to imagine before, that I would return to this place again, with your halal status." Nuril Gumam slowly.

"Acupoon too. Every time, it felt so stifling as I continued to try to sincerely release the feelings that were flourishing. I, always trying to doom my little Juju figure, even though the shadow of Ipda Nurillah keeps coming. And the funny thing is, it turns out it's the same guy." Gus Ali chuckled softly after finishing with his words.

"Who would have thought that Ustadz Salman was the mischievous and annoying Mas Ai." Answer Nuril.

"Yeah.?" Gus Ali raised Nuril's head and now the two of them looked at each other, a gentle gaze that made them feel ashamed to be around them. Drowning in silence, they let the wind whisper to the whole world, that their love had come to its very essence. Let the birds flying above them sing how their hearts have bloomed by millions of flowers.

"And who would have thought that Ipda Nuril turned out to be Juju the crab with chubby cheeks and teeth lost in eating the eclipse." Gus Ali broke the silence between the two.

"That's because Mas Ai knows." Pouting, which actually looks very sweet for the knowledge of Gus Ali.

"Not really, Juju is a pussy. I like to go anywhere. Mas Ai, Mas Ai came along, kept the ends crying." Ledek Gus Ali's.

"Where there is, there is a cry because it is entered into the sheath." Cicit Nuril with perfectly pursed lips.

Gus Ali only raised one eyebrow without answering Nuril's words, and that made Nuril shudder. Because, from that gaze Nuril could see the fog gradually thickening.

The heart of Nuril seems to be rhythmic like disco music, when slowly Gus Ali eroded their distance. And.. "Geezers.." Nuril's hand pushed Gus Ali's body into the pool.

Nuril laughed with satisfaction but immediately his laughter swept away in panic, when he was reminded that Gus Ali was phobic with stagnant water. In fact, Gus Ali had waved his hand marked for help. Without thinking, Nuril immediately jumped in, which was not deep, only limited to Nuril's chest.

How shocked Nuril when he was about to reach Gus Ali's body, it was Nurillah's waist that was tightly flanked by Gus Ali. Until the body of both is really attached perfectly. And the faces of the two were only a few cents away.

Nuril just needs to be quiet. Letting time go according to the will of nature. However, Nuril actually opened the sound that makes the romantic atmosphere created washed away with the water that was already calm.

"Sampean is no longer the same phobia of water.?"

"Yes, it's all because of Ipda Nuril." Answer Gus Ali.

"So, sampean fucked me.!" Hysterical Nuril. Gus Ali just smiled knots, and Nurillah returned the victim here.

Gus Ali immediately blocked Nuril's hand, and turned it over quickly. Looking into Nuril's eyes, Gus Ali made no sound. Only his thumb was slowly kissed and then rubbed into Nuril's red lips and it succeeded in making Nuril freeze.

"Don't get mad. I miss my old Jujuku. I miss these little lips that keep nagging me tirelessly. I miss everything about my career. Dzuhur passed a while ago, let's hurry." Gus Ali said as he dragged Nuril to pull over.

Walking soaking wet, making people who are taking a break from work, look on with a stifled laugh. The whispering after was also inevitable. What's more, Nuril's hand held tightly by Gus Ali, made Nuril more down embarrassed by the possessive attitude of Gus Ali.

Entering the house, Gus Ali still does not want his grasp unraveled. And continued to carry Nuril in his accompaniment until it was in a large room filled with ashes. The aroma is so in the dominance of masculinity. The round bed in the middle of the room, so different because the whole is white as well as the curtain that is on it.

And what made Nuril even more admired the room where he was now was, the roof of the room. This room has glass. Exactly like a greenhouse owned by Barbie or Princess who always accompany to play first when Nuril was a child.

Could it.?. Silly thoughts momentarily flashed in Nuril's brain, before Gus Ali thrust a Bathrope towards Nuril.

"Go take a shower, Ju. Don't let you catch a cold." Gus Ali.

Nodding awkwardly, Nuril immediately grabbed the bathrobe that Gus Ali thrust and walked slowly into the bathroom. "What part of the world doesn't shower.?" Nigging her lips, Nuril felt her speech was so ambiguous to hear. What's more after seeing the response of Gus Ali who immediately smiled ignorantly towards him.

"No, that's. Brak." Nuril immediately corrected her words and closed the bathroom door violently. Scooping her hot face, Nuril kept trying to stare at her chaotic feelings like a broken green balloon. However, it was in vain because Nuril's words had already been heard by Gus Ali.

While Gus Ali outside the bathroom just kept smiling while shaking his head. Then, immediately take another bathrobe and walk out of the main room.

Half an hour passed, Nuril was still at home in the bathroom even though his body had shivered from the cold. And finally, with mental fortification, Nuril opened the door of the room. Finding the empty room, Nuril immediately ran towards the wooden cabinet at the end of the room.

Patting his head slowly, Nuril realized. Nuril has no change of clothes. Moving uneasily Nuril continued to think, and her mind grew increasingly clank when she saw the door handle move. Spontaneous course Nuril pulled Gus Ali's shirt and holster in the closet. Then I ran to the bathroom again.

Gus Ali's white shirt was attached to Nuril's body. While the goyor Gus Ali sarong was neatly arranged to cover the bottom of Nuril's body. What could not make Gus Ali turn away when Nuril just opened the bathroom door.? The clothes Nuril was wearing were a little translucent.

"Are you deliberately inviting me in with that outfit, Ju." Gus Ali's heavy voice was a little hoarse. The raspy that made Nuril afraid was just returning the gaze of Gus Ali...

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It was intentional, Mak.

Mak e laughs wickedly...🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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