Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

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Dara took Ellard's hand and kissed him, Ellard was surprised to see Dara's sudden unexpected movements but then a faint smile fell on the man's lips.

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Guests who attended the event one by one came to the couple who had only a few minutes to become a couple. Ellard who saw them approaching spontaneously pulled Dara's wrist to get closer to her.

"Goodoo young master Ell." Said the man who approached them.

"Congratulations young master. I didn't expect you to get married at this young age. And with a very beautiful woman." Say another while looking at Dara with a smile.

"Yes, Asian women are beautiful."

Ellard who heard them praising her girl immediately grabbed Dara's waist tightly. Make their bodies stick together.

"Ell." Ell." Said Dara trying to remove Ellard's hand from her waist.

"Shush." Ellard answered flatly staring at Dara.

Dara immediately silently lowered her head, alright she has no right to make a sound, she thought.

The men who initially praised Dara instantly kept silent as they saw the look on Ellard's face holding back in anger. They thought praising the man's chosen woman would flatter her but it seemed that the young master of Walton did not like her.

Briand and his wife walked closer to Ellard, Briand who saw the face of his nephew's wife from near immediately clucked completely similar to his late sister's wife.

"Congratulations Ell. You're a husband now." Briand said to Ellard but the man's line of sight still saw Dara's face.

Ellard nodded in response to him, further strengthening his grip on Dara's waist when he saw his uncle was looking intensely at his girl's face. Dara grimaced softly as Ellard's hand clutched her waist tightly but she could do nothing at all.

"Then we meet your father first." Briand's wife made the middle-aged man turn his head and nod his head.

"Yes. Go." Ellard flat.

When he saw his uncle and aunt stepping away from the two of them, Ellard immediately took off his hand on Dara's waist and took the girl's wrist pulling her towards the elevator.

*****

Chequelek

Ellard opened the door to her room and closed it violently.

"Ell." Ell." Call Dara softly he saw his wrists flushed because of the man's strong check.

Ellard took off her hand that was holding Dara's wrist and grabbed the girl's chin making their faces meet.

"I don't like you wearing makeup." Cold Ellard.

"Do you see how those guys look at you?!"

"Now you are mine!!."

"And I'm the only one who can see this face." His words are full of pressure.

"Ellard." Call Dara again in a soft voice.

"Shut up!!." Ellard's snapping made Dara shed her tears.

Ellard who saw her girl crying immediately stepped out of her room leaving Dara who was standing still in her place.

Dara walked slowly towards the sofa and sat herself there. Tears that he had been trying to endure finally dripped down his cheeks.

O Allah strengthen the servant.

*****

"How can it be?!." Briand asked Darren who was staring out the window holding a glass of wine in his hand.

While his wife was sitting on the sofa with a confused face listening to their conversation.

The three of them were in Darren's study, leaving the guests waiting for him. The guests will not go home if they have not spoken to Darren, making Ken have to intervene directly.

Darren sighed, "I don't know. They're just alike." The answer.

"But my god! does Ellard know?." Ask Briand.

"No."

"You never showed me a picture of sister-in-law?." Ask Briand.

Seeing her brother nod his head made her exhale violently.

"Sir, Ell is Della's son, the boy has every right to know who her mother is." Briand said. From the beginning he had said to tell Ellard the face and nature of his mother but this stubborn man in front of him was what made him hold everything up until now.

"He knows Della." He answered and then sipped a glass of wine in his hand.

"He only knows his name, brother!!you never even showed me a picture of sister-in-law!, told her how the nature of the woman who gave birth to her even risked her own life, many stories how great the mother of the child was!." Briand said emotionally.

"Then should I give her a picture of Della? and make the boy convey his longing and unfortunately to a lifeless frame? you think I'll hold it when I see him swiping and talking to a picture? all my behavior on Della's photo? you don't know how painful it is to talk to a photo that won't even answer all your questions and misses!! you don't know!!."

"It's better he never knows it than to make it insane and another thing you should know!. If Ellard finds out how Della's life isn't hard for the boy to figure out how her mother's life is going." Darren Obviously.

"You mean?." Ask Briand.

Darren smiled cynically, "The old man will never let Ellard know who his real mother is. What if Ellard found out that the man she loved and was her role model turned out to be the main cause of her sadness all along." The answer.

"Dad?." Ask Briand slowly.

Darren nodded to answer him whether consciously or not he gripped tightly the glass in his hand even the glass until it shook.

"He knows this marriage?." Ask Briand.

"Do you think if he finds out, he'll agree?." Darren asked withstanding his suddenly burning emotions while recalling the man called his father.

"No." Answer Briand slowly.

"Is this why you're speeding up Ellard's marriage?." Ask Briand.

"Yes. Before the man knew that Ellard loved an ordinary girl or he would advocate the source of Ellard's happiness that the boy had been looking for all these years. I'm not going to let history repeat itself and let Ellard go crazy over it. Maybe after this the child knows how the true nature of the man who has been his role model. And when that comes I hope Dara will be the cure for the disappointment in her heart." Answer Darren.

"I can't imagine how father would react to knowing that his favorite grandson had married a woman far from his criteria. I hope his heart will stay safe from seeing Ellard's wife's face." Briand.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Darren.

*****

The clock has shown at 10 pm, after the prayer isya Dara immediately fell asleep on the sofa. Maybe the girl was exhausted from the event this morning or she had too much thought. The girl sleeps wearing clothes that have been prepared by the maid on her bed complete with her hijab.

Chequelek

Ellard went into her room, the first thing she saw was Dara sleeping on the couch. Ellard approached Dara, the man's appearance was chaotic he still used the shirt stellan this morning just the buttons of the man's shirt a lot of loose and his hair disheveled.

When he was about to touch his girl's face he undoes his intention and then steps towards the bathroom. After the bath, Ellard walked towards the walk in closet to change clothes.

Ellard came out of the walk in closet walking towards Dara, raising the girl's body slowly. Dara who had fallen asleep did not wake up because of the movement of the man. The smell of Ellard's bath soap made the girl comfortable in her arms. In an unconscious condition Dara tightened her embrace around Ellard's neck making the man smile.

Actually Ellard wanted to stay in this position longer but he thought his body would be in pain. He slowly put the girl's body on his king size mattress, wrong! now it belongs to both of them.

"Sorry." Ellard said softly in the girl's ear.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You're the first woman to break into my heart. Whatever I do, believe me it's a form of my love for you." Ellard said, turning off the lights in his room.

He sleeps by hugging the body of his girl who is now officially his wife. This was the first time Ellard could feel the warmth of hugging a woman who had managed to cultivate a sense she had never imagined before.

*****

The sunlight entering through the cracks of the bedroom window makes a girl distracted by the exact rays hitting her face.

The girl blinked her eyes she glanced at the wall clock as soon as she directly rounded her eyes. He was late for morning prayers, when the girl would wake up from her sleep a burly hand hugging her waist.

Dara looked back for a second then the girl was surprised she covered her own mouth as she was about to scream. Dara remember now that she has become a wife, Dara immediately checked the clothes are still the same as last night?. Alhamdulillah is still the same as he thought.

Dara slowly with trembling hands raised Ellard's burly hand from her waist. This was her first time touching a man other than her father. If she didn't remember if Ellard was now her husband, maybe Dara would just yell and kick this guy's body. Although his strength was not comparable but at least the action relieved his heart.

Dara's movements turned out to make the man was disturbed from his sleep. Ellard opened her eyes slowly, Dara who saw Ellard woke up her heart immediately pounding, what if this man was angry she thought.

Ellard smiled when she saw that her girl's face was still beautiful even though Dara had just woken up from her sleep let alone that Dara's face was exposed to sunlight making her look radiant, truly the most beautiful gift in the morning, she thought. His sleep this time was really very comfortable he did not even consume sleeping pills or alcohol like this last night. Sleeping hugging his girl has immediately made opium for Ellard.

"Where are you going?." Ellard asked with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up. Dara who heard the man's voice immediately the feather sat the girl standing. He shook his head as negative thoughts appeared in his mind, "I want to pray when the morning prayer has passed." Said Dara.

Ellard raised her hand that was coiled around the girl's waist and placed both hands under her head looking intensely at Dara's face that was waking up and tidying her clothes.

"You don't pray?." Dara asked quietly he did not see Ellard's eyes when he asked the man.

"Look at me while talking to me Al." Ellard.

Dara looked up at Ellard's eyes, making the man smile again. "I'll pray, but when you're done. I'm not ready to be a priest because I'm just learning." Ellard.

Dara nodded her head in understanding, Ellard had just learned to pray and she could understand that.

Dara walked towards the bathroom, but when she was about to enter she stopped and turned to look at Ellard who was also looking at her.

"That e-em what about my clothes?it's all still in my house." Ask Dara awkwardly.

"In the closet there's Al's clothes." Answer Ellard.

Dara turned to look at the glass cabinet beside the bed. He frowned, isn't that the cupboard where the man's drinks and collectibles are, he thought.

Ellard followed the direction of the girl, she understood what Dara was thinking.

"The clothes are in the room." Ellard pointed to another room with his chin.

Dara followed the line of sight and nodded her head and walked towards the room that the man was showing.

Chequelek

Dara went inside the walk-in closet when she entered she immediately opened her mouth in surprise. He saw a glass cabinet that provides Muslim clothes there. Dara stepped closer to the closet. He grimaced when he saw three large cabinets filled only by clothes, bags and women's shoes.

He circulated his gaze and immediately gulped his own saliva at the sight of the many jewels on the glass table.

Whose is this all?. The question in my heart is possible, right? if Ellard would often bring women into her room, Dara thought. He immediately shook his head as the thought popped into his head.

Which one should I borrow?, where are my clothes?. Inner Dara.

Chequek.

Dara turned her body backwards when she heard the sound of the door opening.

"How long is it?." Ellard asked his wife.

"Who am I supposed to wear?." Dara's question made Ellard frown.

"As much as you are all yours." Answer Ellard.

"W-what!!." Dara asked surprised even her voice slightly raised.

"Pardon me." Said Dara lowering her head.

"Why?." Ask Ellard.

"It's okay. But this is too much my clothes can still be used." Dara.

"really? but this isn't all." Ellard.

"Well?!!." Said Dara opened her mouth surprised even the fur Iuduknya stand when imagining there are still additional clothes and accessories in this room especially it is all hers.

"Yes. Ken still takes care of the rest." Ellard.

"Ell but this is too much. I'm not gonna use any of this either." Said Dara slowly while lowering her head and squeezing her fingers.

"Whatever. I don't like rejection, if you don't like it then just throw it away." Ellard said and walked out.

*****

Dara had already prayed her dawn, she took off the mukena top she was wearing. His hair that he did not pigtail immediately scattered beautifully down.

Ellard who had just come out of the walk in closet was instantly silently staring at the doorway.

Dara girl looks like an angel in front of her, long black wavy hair belonging to the girl is beautiful. And what he saw now that his girl was pulling her hair down, which made him fail to focus was Dara's neckline making him swallow his own saliva.

As Dara stood folding her face, she turned and was surprised to see Ellard at the door looking at her. Even the mukena in his hand he dropped, Ellard looks different in the eyes of the man wearing a black shirt and a glove also wearing a peci on his head the man's hand holding a prayer mat.

A few seconds they both looked at each other from a distance but Dara immediately decided her gaze and took her instant hijab and put it on and walked down towards the exit.

"Wait me! don't come out yet. Understood?!." Ellard asked holding onto Dara's wrist as the girl passed by.

Dara nodded to answer him, making Ellard immediately release his hand checks and then stepped to fulfill his worship.

When the man stretched his alphabet he glanced at Dara, the girl was still in her position earlier. Ellard scratched his non-itchy hair,

"How many times does morning prayer go?." Ellard asked doubtfully.

Dara held back her smile as she looked at Ellard who was holding back in shame.

"Two." Answer Dara.

"All right." Ellard nodded and began the impeccable movement of ihram.

While Dara he stood looking at Ellard's movements during prayer. The man looked solemn sometimes the man frowned like he was trying to remember something.

When he saw Ellard praying inexplicably made Dara's heart comfortable, there was a sigh in his heart to see Ellard really wanted to move to the path of God.

Alhamdulillahot. Inner Dara may the man remain Istikomah, he thought.

*****

Finish the morning prayers Ellard and Dara down the floor. Because this weekend seems to be alone with the girl is the best choice for Ellard.

Ellard held Dara's hand down the stairs, they did not use the elevator on the grounds that Dara wanted to use the stairs only when the girl wanted to avoid Ellard so as not to always be alone with him but it seems this man does not understand.

Ellard and Dara walk towards the dining table, where there is already Darren, paman and his aunt are also two little dwarves of bullies Ellard version.

"Sister Aldara!!." Shouted Devi running towards Ellard and Dara. Dara immediately released her hand from Ellard's hand and spread out her hand to hug Devi.

Ellard spontaneously pulled her girl to bring her to the back of the man's body. Devi who had reached several centi in front of Ellard immediately stopped suddenly until he made the little girl's body stagger forward.

"Sister Ell are you all right?." Devi said annoyedly.

"You can't touch him!." Ellard said.

The little girl immediately lowered her head in fear, Dara who saw that from behind Ellard's back opened her voice.

"Ell-." Dara's words were cut off by Ellard's voice.

"And you! don't let go of my hand without my permission!. Understood?!." Ask Ellard.

Dara nodded softly to answer him, while Lino who saw the incident from her dining table chair only rotated her eyes lazy.

"Have you? now Devi, Dara and Ellard here we have breakfast together." Yunni Briand's.

Devi walked sluggishly towards the dining table, while Ellard the man holding Dara's hand pulled her towards the dining table.

Seriate.....

When Allah says: "And it is (remain in the right way), as commanded by you and (also) those who have repented with you and do not go beyond the limits. Verily, He sees what ye do."

(letter of Hud verse 112)

Hijrah is not difficult but Istiqomah must be defended. Because we will be faced with an endless lust.

"Istiqomah is heavy, which is light in name yes rest."

"Is this heavy? is clear! because his guarantee is heaven."

Keep the spirit of prospective residents of heaven(^^)

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