Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..

Polwan Beautifulku VS Gus Sweetku.

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The sun looks bright touching the dew that is still left in the foliage. The light was still ashamed in the eastern horizon turned warm, as warm as two people who were sitting clinging to warm themselves with its rays.

The light emanating from the two was brighter than the sun that was about to crawl from the clash. The gentle look of each colliding gaze no doubt tells that both of them are on the landa of the kasmaran. Even every touch that caresses gently, also arouses the selfness of the wind that has no chance to touch his swish.

Two cups of herbal drinks accompanied the two of them who were busy enjoying love with various future discussions, enjoying the sweet period of marriage honey. Crochet every day ahead with the plan of the beauty of the household that is entrusted through the strands of the do'a.

"Sun is ashamed to see us both, Ju." Gus Ali said when the sun that was trying to crawl higher was blocked by the clustered clouds.

"That's just the clouds that are swarming there." Answer Nuril.

Gus Ali chuckled at Nuril's words. "You should answer, they envy us."

"Oh, Mas Ai mah lebay." Nuril said while hiding his face in the chest of Gus Ali's field.

"That's the language of love, Ju. Don't blame the most beautiful language is also the least salivable. Even the love language of the Sufis is much more beautiful. Love to God, then voice their love through all the sentences that are beautifully arranged." Nuril mangosteen mangosteen for a moment.

"I'm still too raw in that." Answer Nuril.

Gus Ali pulls Nuril's nose slowly, and looks like love and affection like a father to his son, like a brother to his sister, also like a friend. "We can learn together." Gus Ali Plan.

Nuril broke her embrace. "There are so many things I've missed, just because I've gotten too carried away with childhood resentment." Nuril's words sounded serious.

"I'm the cause." Gus Ali's eyes look deep and full of regret.

Nuril. "No, it's just the heart that is less satisfied and then leaves a feeling called hate but also longing."

Gus Ali chuckled. "Well what's that flavor for, Ju.? Until that hate is still defeated by longing to meet me."

Nuril flicked her lips, then shifted her body slightly away from Gus Ali. "Mas Ai didn't realize how ignorant Mas Ai was about me."

"But anyway, I don't think I'm a very ignorant prick. Even the sweetness of the barbarians."

"Sweet fuck.!" Sergey Nuril quickly.

"That's proof you keep on spinning I'm like an ant that sees the sugar." Nuril was silent for a moment after hearing Gus Ali's words.

"That's not like that. It's just a little kid." Nuril said while waving his hand as a form of not accepting Gus Ali's argument. "So, there's nothing else to follow."

"That's a defense right now I think. Obviously when you were a child you were always sticky to me. I mean, I'm not really bummer."

"Not nyebelin, just ignorant not knocking. Ketut. I love hiding my stuff, nguyel nguyel hair. It's all the bum."

Gus Ali heard Nuril's words. "That's just me doing it with you, Ju."

Nuril glanced at the face of Gus Ali who was still covered with happy feelings until Gus Ali's smile seemed so cheap in Nuril's eyes. Though a few years ago Nuril never dared to imagine that one day will spend the morning with someone who has dominated his heart quietly for years.

And the sweetness of God's destiny. Uniting two hearts that have been bound by one name of love, even though the name of love is different. And now, there is no reason for the two of them not to drink the sweetness of love, because God has cost them both the longest way of worship of Adam's posterity.

"Ju, come here." Gus Ali said again, after a brief debate about the beautiful things of childhood that they went through together.

According to Gus Ali. Nuril sat beside Gus Ali who was looking at him fixedly with a look of adoration and tenderness, so that Nuril could not resist.

"May I ask you something.?" Gus Ali continued and it left Nuril flabbergasted for a moment. Because, according to Nuril it is a value of politeness that Gus Ali always applies. Just as last night when Gus Ali asked for his right, Gus Ali did not even force him though every word that came out was full of seduction for Nuril.

"Say, if you can answer why not.?" Review the thin smile, Nuril added to spice up his speech.

"It was originally." Nuril paused his speech. "But, after I found out that Mas Aiku was Ustadz Salman, the silent man whose name I always put in my prayer, all doubts were wiped out. It's just that I need a little time to examine a relationship that for a moment I thought was over, but it just started."

"None with me. I painstakingly let go of Ipda Nuril and tried to Ikhlas to accept the answer to my istikharah. And get a surprise from sincerely accepting what a parent ridho." Gus Ali with a warm look.

The two were silent in a grateful smile with their fused foreheads for a while, and Gus Ali re-established his head, lifting Nuril's chin to do the same with what Gus Ali did.

"I'm afraid that my love is too selfish to make you sacrifice your love for us to be together. Tell me, is it hard for you to leave your proud uniform.?" Gus Ali asked with a sad look.

Nuril reviewed her smile, the best smile Nuril had, so that what she said would sound as sweet as her smile this time. "At the time, I decided to like Ustadz Salman and Ustadz Salman gave reasons to be around him. I've made up my mind that I'm willing to take off the uniform just so I can be a wife to be proud of, and be a Mother like Mother."

"You're sure of that. That's your mind from childhood, right.?" Ask Gus Ali again.

"Maha.." The sound of Nuril's laughter crisp, to make Gus Ali lulled by it. "So, until you are silent, listen to my story with Mother. Unfortunately, I didn't finish listening to it." Nuril.

Gus Ali's astonished face changed rapidly once his hand was stretched out to pull Nuril's head to fall on the chest of his field. "So, what don't I know.?" Gus Ali said as soon as Nuril had leaned back on his chest and listened to every beat that flowed love from the beat of the beautiful tone of Gus Ali's heart.

Nuril again could not help but laugh and giggled softly as her hands danced beautifully making carvings on the flat stomach of Gus Ali. "That's because I have handcuffs and I'm putting the sampean away."

Now replace Gus Ali who was uprooted to hear Nuril's words and their childhood memories are both painted back in the memory of Gus Ali, when Nuril who was so bad wanted to become a Polwan.

"It worked, Ju. Very successfully. Not only are you handcuffing me, but you're imprisoning me in your heart, and there's not a single slit of stuff I'll be able to escape from that place, except death separates. Even the death that separates it is temporary, for after death I will still be your prisoner. Polwan Cantiku."

Nuril blushed ushering a tinge of red on her cheekbones hearing Gus Ali's love confession. Love that is not only expected only in dunian only, but will also reach ahirat. "Thank you, Ustadz Salmanku, thank you, Gus Manisku."Nuril replied with a soft chuckle.

Hugging tightly, the two greeted the sun who had managed to break through the clustered clouds hiding its rays. Like the love of the two who have now succeeded together after going through the complex tests of various wars of heart control, between parents, also sincerely melapas love that is not yet true. Then they get everything on the fruit of choosing to give their love to the owner of the love..

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Assalamu'alaikum Reader's everything.

Thank God, Polwan Gorgeous vs Gus Sweet is Over. Honestly, writing the story of Gus Ali and Ipda Nuril it feels nano nano really.

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By: Ariz Coffee

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