Not Nackal, Nurul!
Istighfar, Nurul!

Upon Nurul's return from the incident that Icha mentioned the kidnapping, Nurul was more often seen pensive himself.  Nurul is indeed a girl who does not talk much, but in between her time there must be something she always does.  Whether it's reading, tidying things, listening to someone talk and so on.

The journey to the hotel was not a long one, but Icha spent her time closing her eyes.  Wasn't that actually the one who was so sleepy was Nurul?  Nurul returned as if Nurul had just been possessed by a ghost who did not allow his eyes to be closed.  He looked out the window as the car moved.

It was a dark night but the lights on the street decorated it. Unlike the incident, where there was only a dim moonlight that at least made Nurul able to see a pleasant face for him. Nurul also had the opportunity to be looked at in the way he liked.

City trees lined up neatly with irregular distances and almost uniform shapes. Unlike the place before, so creepy, lush trees with irregular distances. It is always filled with thickets. But it's not exactly a place that Nurul and Tommy avoid. It is a comfortable place to spend time together.

If only they had been there longer. If someone hadn't called Tommy. If the ghosts of the forest continue to hold them trapped in there, in the forest, or lost can not go out and just circling in it. The things that Nurul feared, Nurul hated, but deep in his heart it was probably what Nurul wanted.

"Astaghfirullahal adziim," Nurul blinked his eyes and turned him to the sight of the sleeping princess by his side. He was like a baby, very calm. So loud, without a snoring sound. Looking at that often annoying plain face, Nurul left no demons perched in the slightest between the two of them. There was no envy, spite, and indeed Nurul was not the type of girl to let bad thoughts or su'uzon rule her. Nurul loved Icha as much as he regarded Icha as his own sister.

*

The journey is not too far, not too long. They walk in the city. Even if there are obstacles it is only traffic signs that pause them. A minimal crowd in addition to night activities. The silence was quiet, there were only the sounds of the speed of vehicles on the streets. There was no boisterous daylight of people, factories, whistles of officers, or the music of street workers.

Sometimes Nurul saw there were stalls that were still open, food vendors with patromak lights with mats on the grass, or low-legged plastic chairs. If the window of the car was opened, Nurul could definitely smell the smell of the smoke of the charcoal fans. They burn corn, there's also steam-steamed beans. Passing through the city at night is so fun. Unlike usual, at this hour Nurul and his friends should already be inside the dorm.

Freedom is sometimes tempting. Does Nurul want freedom? No. gabe. Nurul just wasn't used to it. Comfort for him always when he was in his room, or his medicine gardens. Without colorful lights that flicker at night. Without the scent of the casual chatter of the people at night, or the laughter of those who break the night.

One day maybe Nurul will get out of his comfort zone, but now. Now Nurul just wants to be comfortable in his place. He was afraid beyond words that people were so dangerous for girls.

*

While Nurul, he will clean himself with warm water.  Bathup is prepared.  While waiting for her to fill up, Nurul took off her clothes and reflected in the bathroom.  He looked at his face, almost in love with the parts of his own face.  An unusual interest.  All of this was due to what had happened to him earlier.

Nurul looked at his own eyes, those eyes that were stared at by the foreign man who had so attracted his heart earlier.  In the reflection in his pupils in front of the mirror, he saw the handsome young man's face looking at him.  Then Nurul's gaze turned to his nose.  The tip of the taper had touched the taper of the young man.  They share the gusts.  Nurul still remembered the warm air that was inhaled into his nasal cavity.

Nurul's gaze then decreased, leading to her soft lips.  This part is the most sensual part of everything in this mirror.  This part that made the young man drunk.  No, not that young man, but Nurul who was drunk.  All his memorization suddenly disappeared, all ethics so blurred.  Until whenever possible Nurul can not forget it.

“Astaghfirullahal adziim,” said Nurul.  He then turned his eyes away from the mirror.  He wanted so badly to forget this very sinful thing.  He turned to bathup.  Nurul dipped his legs followed by his body.  He laid himself.  He rested his head and neck on the end of that suffocating bath.  Nurul closed his eyes.

Today is so long.  Especially tonight.  There is an imbalance that obstructs his mind, there is also a pleasure that he tries to save but increasingly makes him intoxicated.  In her closed eyes, she stroked her own lips with her tiny fingers and moved to her neck to the back of her ears.

He did not find the same sensation, because it was his own hand.  Wish it was the young man's hand.  So, Nurul can only wrestle with his unreal fantasy.  Oh, naw!  Satan is pouring in on him.  Istighfar had turned out to have no effect, not avoiding him from this kind of wild mind.  A mind that has never mastered it in a slobby way.

The warmth of the water that submerged his body without any dressing made Nurul's blood flow boil.  Actually not because of the water in the bathup, but rather his wild fantasies.  It was as if the little ripples that stroked Nurul's body warmly were not water ripples, but the hands of the young man.  What was the name of the young man?  Tommy, of course Tommy.  Nurul secretly called out the name in half whisper while closing her eyes and playing her own tongue on the surface of her lips.

Passion is getting unbearable, then what then happens is ...