Lembayung Dusk
Dew Silent
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Love triangle between the beautiful shalihah Embun his son Ayung and Dusk, dusk, Elvan is a handsome boy of Turkish-Indo descent who used to spend time in Derikuyu underground city and Dawn is the younger brother of the handsome Rainbow and the pride of Pela.
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Blurbs...
Little Girl with Ash Eyes
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"You're such a fuc***b****! "
"What dress are you wearing?"
Some female students are veiling a girl with syar'i hijab and veiled.Denik tugging at the tip of the hijab and its veil.
Not infrequently push and shake his head, but the girl just shut up and lowered her head.
Not that he was afraid, but he often remembered how the Messenger of Allah was truly glorious.. Never retaliate for the harsh treatment of people who have been evil and insult him.
Truly, this girl was eager to raise her head and make a sound and said that what they were doing was an act of straying.
"Why are you quiet?"
"You don't have a mouth? "
"I want to see your face. behind this cloth! " A male student approached.
And it could be said that he is 'The most wanted' senior at this University.
Slowly, he held the cloth cover that covered the beauty behind the 25x30 cm cloth.
The gentle breeze made the huge veil wave and nervously Dew pulled her veil from the hands of the senior student in front of her.
Without raising the head, from the corner of the eye comes clear fluid and it all does not escape the vision of the hood.
The man pulled the corner of his lips this time, and followed the laughter and the shoulders of his other friend. He still grasped the end of the veil and then inhaled the fragrant aroma of the cloth.
It scrunches the forehead, not the fragrant and intoxicating fragrance of perfume. But managed to pierce his sense of smell until unconscious now their faces face.
The girl kept her head down, as the selfless hand wanted to touch the girl's chin. Sounds that cut off the ears.
It comes from the sound behind the veil.
Deg.
"Please don't touch me! " Just this time, Dew let out his melodious voice. And it managed to make the brain of the immortal senior before him stunned for a moment.
That voice, her inner.
Yet he shook his head, feeling the ridiculousness of his thoughts.
"What is your Name? " He cleared his throat to neutralize his sudden heart beat. Though only hearing a short sentence from this girl, but managed to make her remember someone far away.
"Tone.. " Answer the girl slowly.
Dew was so agitated, he wanted to quickly go home to his apartment after getting a message notification from Ainun and wanted to directly video call with his family.
It has been 2 months since the return of vacation from Korea with them, finally Dewun get news that soon Fajar intends to preach it.
How news that makes Dewun's life very happy, he feels really blessed because it turns out his love does not clap one hand all this time.
The love that he nurtured from childhood to the idol named Fajar, the man shalih the pride of Baba and his family.
He wanted to quickly ask his umma. Wanted to know if it was really the message that his sister Ainun sent this morning.
This time, Dew ventured to look at the interlocutor in front of him for 3 seconds. Then he quickly lowered his head back.
The pair of glazed amber netra drugged the senior's gaze, Again he was stunned.
For a few moments fascinated on the creature before him just by looking at the sense of vision in 3 seconds.
"Tone? Hmm.. beautiful name.where are you coming from? Pakistanis? Yemen? A palestine? Or Saudi Arabia? "
Looking at the shape of a pair of netra amber belonging to the girl, he was sure that the owner was not from an Asian country.
"Hey! buddy whatsapp! let her go! " One of the guy's friends patted her on the shoulder.
For some reason, the clapping of his friend made him even more reluctant to let go of the girl.
He's curious.
Really, he was just wondering where the girl came from.
Her voice and pretty eyes really reminded her of someone who became her first love.
"Sweetie... Just go away! "
"Syukrone... " Answer replied, without looking around her.
He quickly grabbed the bag and some books lying on the grass that had fallen when he got a push while he was in the hood.
With a slight gasp of breath, the Dew walked down the road towards the gate. The campus area is so large because it has 26 large and medium gates.
Why did Dew choose to study here? of course, the Reputation of Ha***d Universiy is beyond doubt. As one of the best campuses in the world, every year thousands of prospective international students from various countries scramble to be part of the Ivy League campus.
The competition to enter Harvard University is very tight and competitive.
From since Primary School, Dewun was determined to be able to enter and pass the selection to study here.So he was very active in learning and always became a general champion at his school.
Besides being the grandson of a property entrepreneur and a big one in Indonesia, he is also the grandson of a fashion entrepreneur in Italy. Dew has been in check many lessons about business by his Aunty from childhood.
Although he is the grandson of one of the rich businessmen in the country of his grandfather, does not necessarily make him arrogant and arrogant.
He is currently on foot intending to board a bus that will soon pass at the front stop.
He could have asked to buy one of the luxury cars to support his independent life here, but he insisted he did not want to use the facility.
She was just a simple girl with an amazing dream.
She is just a soft girl with a smooth speech, but who would have thought that her ambitions in the field of business are so great.
Want to manage the business and build many of his jobs, and want to help many brothers who are short and not as lucky as him.
That is the mission of Dewun, not he wants to enrich himself. But for the sake of humanity and his great sense of empathy makes him a generous girl who mengikhlaskan savings and pennies all this time to give alms.
He was quite happy to walk to the gate, because he could enjoy the view of the towering old buildings high where he studied.
Drr... Drr...
The vibration of the device interrupted him, he then reached into the bag and took the 6.3-inch flat object.
His eyes were round, his heart was beating fast.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... " He greeted with greetings.
"Wa'alaikumusalam... Excuse me for a minute, you have class? "
"Nga.. I want to go home A... " Answer Embarrassedly.
For a moment, no one spoke to each other. Both are silent.
"Grab... "
"Ehh.. Iyah A.. "
"Aa next week back to Bandung, can Dew go home too? Hm.. Look, a Dawn is about to meet your parents.. "
Degs.. Degs..
Dew Heart seemed to want to come out, immediately cold sweat soaked the device in the grip. His tongue is confused as to what he should answer. One thing for sure is, right now, he wants to shout loudly and tell the world that he is happy.
"Bun... Dew... Are you still there?"
"D-yes... "
"Well, then, see you next week, Assalamu'alaikum.. Fine there.. "
"Wa'alaikumusalam.. " After answering the greeting, Dew involuntarily jumped up in excitement.
Without paying attention to his surroundings, he resumed his journey while slightly humming cheerfully.
Far away, there was a pair of eyes watching behind the windshield.
His forehead was wrinkled, not 10 minutes before the girl sobbed and his eyes were glazed.
But now from his expression, he looked happy.
He immediately dismissed all thoughts and rushed to stick the gas pedal. Drove at high speed past the girl in her hood earlier.
So fast is the speed of the car, the wind gusts are able to shake the long hijab and veil of the girl.
Up to the hassles, the girl justifies the location of her veil.
Elvans..
The name of the senior student, eternal students who have not graduated from this prestigious University.
Not because he is stupid, do you know how difficult it is to enter and get to college here?
He was just lazy, and as a form of protest to his parents who had forced in such a way that he lived in a superpower since he was a child until now.. He became one of the popular students. His association is a little free and having fun has become his daily habit.
A boyfriend?
Don't ask.
Changing girlfriends is common, but eitts! never think he is a don Juan who likes to cultivate love and share his orgasm with anyone.
She's still a virgin.
And although he was notoriously mischievous, he still heeded his parents' advice to treat women with respect.
All this time, it wasn't him chasing the girls.
Sometimes he violates parental advice by playing with women's feelings.
It was all because the girls were very curious about him, his attitude that tended to be passive and cold was inviting attention and with flirtatiousness many approached him without thinking about the norm.
Yeah, of course.. Living in a country like this he has to adjust, right?
If he is weak, get ready to be beaten.
And the only thing that no one wants to know about Elvan is that he is a Muslim.Because most people here are still racist, there are still many who think that Muslims are the religion t.
The condition he is willing to live in this country is inevitably his parents must abbreviate his first name and never protest how he gets along with his friend.
Elvan is still watching Dew from her rearview mirror, the only girl on campus who is striking at eye sight.
It flashed admiration in his heart, it turned out that there was still a woman who very tightly closed the aura in this free age.
Then he shook his head..
No. gabe.. My heart is still filled with the shadow of the little girl with ash eyes. Inner Elvan.
His first and last meeting was while he was still living in his native Turkey.
Who would have thought, the girl still reigns in her heart until now.
Indonezsian..
That country he wanted to visit long ago.Finding the existence of someone named Dewun.
The little girl with the ashes..
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