Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
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Thin fog has fallen since this afternoon, the cold also adds to the atmosphere in the middle of the crowded Night Beast who voiced his kick. Sitting with both hands propping up his chin, Nuril enjoyed the beautiful scenery that lay before him.
The short-sleeved white T-shirt worn by Gus Ali was unable to hide the gibbon of his arm that gagged out whenever Gus Ali moved the frying pan on the stove. And the scene looks very contrasting with red aprons scattered love where where. Adorable. That's what was in Nuril's head, so he could not turn away from Gus Ali even for a moment.
Why, Why must Gus Ali be behind the mini bar and hold a cooking fryer for their dinner. Obviously it was because of the drama Cah Kangkung Nuril this afternoon. Either, because it was too excited or indeed because of the relatively cheap price of salt, the cuisine cooked by Nuril all excess salt. Luckily, there is still one that succeeded Nuril lakulan even though it cannot be called success as well. Rice becomes Porridge.
But, it was from there that Nuril succeeded in Gus Ali's gombalin run out. To make Nuril smile smile is not clear until tonight. "There's no such thing as a perfect man, Ju. Because we were created for each other to complement. Not being able to cook is not a big thing, gradually it will also be because it gets used to it." Gus Ali said this afternoon, when Nuril felt sad because of the failure to cook.
"Even with the household. Not always the same, long known before who will successfully build a household. In that household, the key is fifty percent. Fifty percent of love is being the fifty percent more attention so that love is maintained and maintained. And the household is the longest worship, the name of worship there can be no trials and trials in it. For that I pray, no matter how big the tests and trials in our household heresy, will not make us then give up just like that. Oh yes, with you not being able to cook it is also good, because your hands will not be rough when defending me. As it is now." Want as beautiful as anything said Gus Ali always managed to tempt Nuril.
"However.?" Tanya Gus Ali while putting the fried fish from their fishing earlier this afternoon on the dining table in front of Nuril.
Nuril just shook his head slowly, and then stood up and followed Gus Ali into the kitchen.
"What do you want..?"
"Clean the kitchen." Answer Nuril. Grabbing some equipment that still looks dirty Nuril was a little surprised by the kitchen that was not as messy as he did last afternoon. The world is upside down maybe, Nuril thought. Although, deep in the heart of Nuril felt very guilty with his inability to manage the kitchen. It is true that there will be no perfect human being. At least Nuril wants to be like Mother Ikah, who is perfect in the eyes of Nuril.
"Dream again." Said Gus Ali who was standing right behind Nuril's body while holding a bowl that was almost dropped by Nuril.
"Sneaky." Kilah Nurill's. "Mas Ai is far away." Nuril said by moving his body movements so that Gus Ali did not stick directly to Nuril.
But, it actually makes Gus Ali closer his chest on Nuril's back. Drowning her head in Nuril's neck, Nuril's body confesses. And the sturdy arm of Gus Ali slipped under Nuril's hand and their fingers squeezed the foaming sponge together.
"Your feet go up to my feet." Gus Ali's plan, and Nuril was overwhelmed by all the sweetness that Gus Ali made so unable to say no as a rejection.
The sponge continues to foam along with the equipment that is washed until everything is finished and neatly arranged in place, the soles of Nuril's feet were still on Gus Ali's feet until Gus Ali brought Nuril to the dining area with Nuril walking with Gus Ali's steps, even to the point that Nuril was in his lap.
"Where are you going.?" Gus Ali said as Nuril stood up.
"Moving, the rowdy sits on the sidean lap." Nuril answered while pulling a chair right next to Gus Ali.
Gus Ali chuckled and pulled his chair closer towards Nuril. After that, only praise came out of Nuril's lips when the mouthfuls of Gus Ali's hand landed into Nuril's mouth. The skill of Gus Ali cooking makes Nuril unceasingly continue to emit beautiful words unconsciously, to make Gus Ali chuckle nonstop. Gus Ali seems back in childhood, where Gus Ali will hear every babble Nuril can not protest.
After having their dinner, Nuril decided to clean the dining table by herself, and drove Gus Ali into the living room by the fireplace with a glass of warm milk that Nuril had made. It was deliberately done by Nuril, because his work was much longer with Gus Ali who was attached to Nuril's body.
The milk in the glass was still intact when Nuril had returned to the living room. While Gus Ali sat with his arms resting on a pillow while his arms held the open book, the netra Gus Ali drowned there unaware of Nuril's presence.
"Why isn't it drinking yet.?" Nuril asked, making Gus Ali move the book in his hand to the small table beside him.
"It's still hot." Gus Ali replied as he grabbed Nuril's hand. "Your hands are cold."
"The water is very cold. I don't think it's in the winter yet, but it's cold."
"The wind's a little tight up the hill, Ju. So it's just cooler." Said Gus Ali then pulled himself to be more docked with Nuril. "As if it's warmer.?" Gus Ali's hand grabbed Nuril's shoulder and held him tightly.
"It's hard not to breathe." Answer Nuril.
"You want to get in the holster.?" The Whisperer of Gus Ali
it made Nuril widen her eyes in disbelief. "What's wrong with getting in the holster, it's just going in and not doing anything." Gus Ali who immediately got a pinch on his waist by Nuril.
"What do you think goes into the sheath..?"
"Mas Ai, enough. Going out fast until he drinks his milk.?" Nuril. Nuril's brain likes to wander where when Gus Ali has been aggressively teasing him.
Gus Ali laughed with satisfaction and grabbed his milk glass, drank a little Gus Ali immediately closer to Nuril, saying. "It's not sweet at all, Ju." Gus Ali looks like he is bitterness.
"The cook."
"This is nothing to add to the sugar." Nuril said and added a small spoon of sugar into Gus Ali's glass.
"Try stirring your ring finger, Ju." Sela Gus Ali when she saw Nuril was about to put a spoon into her glass.
Nuril looked at Gus Ali in wonder at once strange. But, it looks like Gus Ali was not joking Nurilpun followed the strange will of Gus Ali by entering his ring finger to stir the milk.
"It." Nuril said and gave the glass to Gus Ali again.
Gus Ali took another sip, then gave his glass back to Nuril, saying. "It's still less sweet."
Nuril knitted his eyebrows even more, as far as Nuril Gus Ali did not like sweet foods and drinks, and Nuril taste it was more than sweet for the size of sugar in the drink dose Gus Ali.
"What's the sugar problem.?" Nuril Gumam.
"Can be. Try sticking your tongue out here to know what's sweet." Nuril was surprised by the words of Gus Ali. Staring in disbelief at Gus Ali, Nuril actually found a look of hope from netra Gus Ali.
Nurilpun followed Gus Ali's request and stuck his tongue into the milk several times and after that Nuril immediately looked at Gus Ali with an annoyed look, because Gus Ali successfully prank Nuril again. "It's sweet." Nuril.
"The cook." Said Gus Ali and immediately gulped his milk until it was gone. "Alhamdulillah." Said Gus Ali without a sinful face and ignored the gaze of Nuril who asked for an explanation from him.
"So what does that mean..?" Nuril's horror finally could not be held anymore, and chose to ask for an explanation from Gus Ali.
Gus Ali smiled and held Nuril's chin gently. "If the Angel spit into this world in just one drop, the whole world would be much sweeter than honey. The proof, the milk was immediately sweet with just a touch of my Bidad tongue." Accustomed to the wrestling Gus Ali, but for this one really makes Nuril can not dwell, he said, what's more when Gus Ali erodes the distance between the two and gently mixes the sweet lips of Gus Ali touching the warm lips ranum Nuril.
The paradise of the world is created by the warming of the touch of a head, and fly all the gray with the melody of love that rhymes shahdu under the sky scattered with stars. However, before everything was far away, Gus Ali still remembered his promise and the sunna that must be lived before embracing the beautiful flow of Heaven.
"May I get my rights.?" Whisper Gus Ali with a hoarse tone. Nuril's lips were unable to speak, his eyes unable to stare at the thickened mist, his heart did not want to refuse, because there was no reason for him. So, a small nod from Nuril's head was able to fly Nuril's body in Gus Ali's sling.
"Let's pray hajat." Gus Ali's raucous whisper so lowered Nuril's body in their room. Again, Nuril can only follow the rhythm made by Gus Ali until both eyes meet again after greeting.
Gus Ali still did not take his gaze away from Nuril, while Nuril who got a gaze from Gus Ali felt like a rabbit that had been trapped by the Tiger. Unable to wart. What's more when Gus Ali reached out his hand and landed on Nuril's eye patch. Nuril could only permeate every soft touch that was so adoring to her.
"Star, needs another ray to make it shine. And it's like me, who needs you as the light in every life we're going to live. Because you are a sparkling jewel. Ya Hurien In's. My little bit of jelly-eyed eyes." After saying that Gus Ali left a trace on Nuril's forehead long enough. Then bring Nuril a grievance where there is only a breath of love that hunts after Gus Ali pulled a thin closing curtain slowly on the round bed, so that the stars do not envy the melody of love they are playing.
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Unboxing is also Gus Ali. Also on Friday night. 🤭🤭🤭🤭
Good evening Jum'ah Reader all. Do not forget sholawat and its practice on Friday night.
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