Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

Afternoon Dibalconi Room

Cheers rang the official circuit of New York's famous motor racing, with many motorsports lined up throughout the area. People chatter, women wear tight clothes on their knees. The afternoon wind blew making the hair of the man who was gluing a flat object in his ears fly until it covered his eyebrows. Making the women who saw him bite their own fingers, the man never works with any seduction. Once the sharp gazes he released made the women retreat in order.

"I get it, be careful and you should be at the dimension before I get back, okay?." He said to someone across the phone.

After hearing an answer that could relieve his heart, he hung up his phone and kept his phone nailed to the jacket he was wearing.

"Boss."

"Recover this as soon as I don't want to deal with this anymore, Dara will definitely not like it." Ellard said then walked towards the black sports bike that was prepared specifically for him.

"Ell Lo sure? uncle Darren forbid you to use a motorcycle, right?." Frank holds Ellard's left shoulder.

"Darren just told me not to drive a school bike." Ellard answered and started riding his sport bike.

Frank clucked and walked over after hearing a noise that the race was about to start.

Brums....Brums....Brums..

******

"As usual the young master won." Say a man while leaning his hands over the helmet he put on his motorcycle.

Ellard smiled faintly and got off his bike and picked up the cigarette he had been offering.

"This is the last time for me." Ellard said while pecking the match.

"I mean boss?." Everyone immediately walked closer to Ellard.

"I won't race anymore." Ellard answered and smoked his cigarette.

There were boisterous voices of those who did not accept Ellard's words. They asked each other what was the reason Ellard did that.

"Young master, does anyone bother you here?." The words of a man from behind made everyone step aside to make way for him.

"I'm not that cowardly just because something's bothering me. I always have a reason to do anything."

"I understand young master and I can't stop the decision you're about to make."

"Do you want to go to the bar?." Ask again.

"No, I have more important business." Ellard said then threw away his cigarette butts and then walked towards his sport bike.

They all saw Ellard's departure with an unwilling face. After all the young master Walton had been with them for the past three years. Moreover, their women immediately showed a grim and upset face. When Ellard was there they couldn't even just say hello especially if the man didn't come here anymore, they thought.

The man saw Ellard leave and walked to his car.

"Where are you going?." Tanya Lay ran after the man who was opening his car.

"Bars." Answer and then go inside.

"Ck, I'm coming." Say Lay then opened the back door of the car.

"You're not coming Frank?." Shouted Lay.

Frank walks over to Lay and gets into the car, making a man in it snort.

"I haven't let you in the car yet!."

"Oh come on, we're one goal." Say Lay.

"Then your motor?."

"Let them bring." Frank replied glancing out the glass, looking at the people who were still swarming there.

The man just shook his head and started running his car away from the motor racing circuit area, his.

*****

Ellard drove his sport bike at high speed, speeding on the congested streets of New York City.

Twenty minutes passed before Ellard finally arrived in front of the gates of the Walton mansion, the guards who saw him from a distance immediately opened the gates wide.

"Young master." When Adam saw Ellard go inside, Ellard did not immediately answer him, the man's eyeballs circled the entire corner of the first floor of the mansion.

"Where's Dara?." Ask Ellard.

"Miss has been in the room since school."

"Is there anything less?."

"Sorry?." Adam asked confused, what is lacking? ask again in my heart.

"Ck, did Dara get home safely? his limbs are nothing less, right? scratched or scuffed?." Ellard asked at last.

"No young master, everything is complete." Answer Adam.

"Good, the body is mine lest there be any wound." He said as he walked towards the elevator.

****

Chequelek

Ellard went into the room and frowned when she did not see Dara inside.

"Become." Call Ellard to go through his room.

"Dar." His words stopped when he saw from the glass door connecting the balcony and his room, seen a hijab girl sitting while reading a book in his hand.

The man smiled faintly at the sight before him, Dara was the only woman who could make her heart beat fast. The girl has things that make her different from other women. First meeting him, the girl could instantly thrill the originally dead heart.

Of love? he found it impossible if it existed, he had never known it before. And now that he himself feels it far apart it feels torturous and close together it feels very opiate. He had heard that love is a joy and a great sadness. If we fall in love it means we are ready for the grief that is coming. But hopefully that doesn't happen with him, he can't imagine what his life would be like if he lost the man who managed to carve his place in the heart, hopefully!.

Ellard walked towards the balcony of her room her smile widened when she saw the frown on Dara's forehead. The girl was confused by the material she was reading.

"You're busy." Ell's words made Dara drop her book in surprise.

"Ellard." Said Dara while standing from her seat.

"What's up?." Ellard asked and leaned over to pick up a book that read Biology on the floor.

"It's okay." Dara replied as she shook her head, she saw Ellard's appearance. Just these few days he saw Ellard's neat look and this one he saw?. Uniforms were taken out, sleeves rolled up to my case, three buttons of top shirt were opened and her hair was a mess.

Ellard put the book on the table and sat in the chair and pulled Dara's hand telling her to sit on her lap.

"Ellard." Screeched Dara as her body fell on the man's thigh.

"Dear." Said Ellard while leaning her head on Dara's shoulders while her hands were coiled around her girl's body holding her tightly.

"What-what?."

"Call me baby from now on, that's good isn't it?." Ellard asked with his position.

"H-huh?."

"Quick baby."

"Emm." Dara hesitated to say it.

"Dear." He spoke slowly while trying to normalize his heartbeat which somehow beat very fast.

Ellard who heard it instantly tightened her embrace, her heart suddenly warmed after hearing Dara's words. Although he seemed pushy but it was not important for him, which is clear now Dara is the girl, this woman is his wife. No one can take it, and he won't let anyone try to take it. Even if it was her own girl's will, she would still bind Dara beside him.

Ellard raised her head and pulled Dara's head closer to her face. He immediately pressed his lips to Dara, there was no response from the girl. Ellard did not care about it, the man still silenced Dara's lips using his lips for a long time.

After feeling Dara further tighten the grip of her hand in her uniform, she immediately released her kiss.

Ellard smiled as she looked at Dara's red face, the girl was picking up the air around her quickly.

"You again, baby?." Ask Ellard.

"N-no." Dara replied, turning her face red.

The two men spent their time in silence. On the balcony of their room was accompanied by a golden ray of light from the sun that slowly began to dim. Dara saw clearly when the sun was drowned replaced with the darkness of the night. For a long time also he did not see the sunset, a lot of buildings towering makes him unable to see the beautiful sunset. If the village even without traveling far, he can see the sunset. With natural charm and rice fields that make it more beautiful to see and feel. Ah he missed his hometown, thought Dara and then smiled a little.

The cell phone in Ellard's pants pocket made the man cluck in annoyance and reached into his pocket.

"Don't try to stand up, Dara." Ellard said as she felt Dara wanted to leave her lap.

While Dara whose actions have been heard and then just quietly resigned especially when Ellard's hand pulled his head to lean in his field.

"It's very disturbing." Ellard said annoyed and picked up her phone call.

"What's up?." Lazy asked.

"Are you with Darren?." Ask the guy over there.

"Why ask me? you think I'm his personal assistant? I don't know where the old man is." Answer Ellard lazily.

"You are his son! I've called him a few times there's no answer."

"Ken?."

"That rigid assistant also couldn't be reached he always turned off the phone call from me." He said across the street with annoyance.

"I don't know where he is, the old man hasn't been home in time lately either, so I rarely see him." Ellard said while stroking Dara's head.

"Truly that person is indeed very difficult to find, then I hang up the phone. If you see Darren tell him to call me."

"So you called me just for this? you're so annoying."

"Heh, what are you doing? must've just wrestled with your PS, right?." Her speech.

"I'm making a granddaughter of the Walton family's successor." Ellard's reply made Dara glare her eyes trying to look up but the man's hand prevented it.

"What!! you crazy brandal!! you said it to me."

Tut's....Tut's...Tut's..

Ellard disconnected his phone, his ears could foam out if he heard the male-grade chatter earlier.

"Who's Ell?." Dara asked, he vaguely heard the voice of a stranger but he forgot who.

"Uncle Briand." Ellard replied, putting her phone back on the table and kissing Dara's head on her chest.

"Emm what was at our wedding at that time?." Dara asked, actually the girl was just trying to distract Ellard, so that the man stopped his activities that made Dara's heart problematic.

"Yes." Yeah." Ellard answered again stroking Dara's head.

"Ell, were the two little children who were at the wedding at that time the children of uncle and aunt?."

"Yes." Yeah."

Dara nodded in understanding, she recalled the first time she met two small children, one was very cheerful and the other was very cold.

"Delino Armez and Deviana Arsinta Walton." Said Dara slowly as she remembered the two names of the child.

"Ehh Ell isn't there a Walton surname named after Delino?." Ask Dara when she finds out about the irregularities.

Ellard immediately stopped his activities when he heard Dara's question he did not expect that his girl would ask that.

"Lino's not a Walton native." Answer Ellard.

Dara immediately raised her head waiting for the continuation of Ellard's words, she did not understand what he meant.

While Ellard who saw the girl confused immediately stroked her head and began to tell stories.

"Aunt Yunni and Uncle Briand have been married for six years and they have not had children. During the wait they always get a push from grandfather, grandfather asked Uncle Briand to divorce his aunt for not getting offspring. Uncle Briand refuses and they prefer to adopt a child from an orphanage. They name Delino Armez, a grumpy grandfather who learns they adopted a child from an orphanage and brought him into the Walton family. Grandfather wanted to return the child to his place but at that time he heard that Yunni's aunt was pregnant and asked her not to throw Delino away because she already loved him. They make a deal to keep Delino as Yunni's aunt and Briand's uncle's son, and the grandfather agreed on the condition that the public not know if the Walton family adopted a child from the orphanage, so the grandfather did not allow Delino to wear the Walton family surname." Obviously Ellard then stopped and looked at Dara's serious face hearing the story even the girl's eyes looked teary.

"Then?." Ask Dara.

"I'm tired already." Ellard.

"Ell." Ell."

"See this is already in the Maghrib prayer time." Ellard's words made Dara aware and then look around her. The lights from the spacious courtyard were already on the guards also began to be seen passing down below.

Dara nodded then came down from Ellard's lap and walked inside. While Ellard stood up from his seat, he was just looking for an excuse so that Dara did not ask further. As he looked at those eyes glazed over as to what would happen as he recounted his continuation.

*****

After the magrib prayer Ellard came out to talk to Bilal until the time of his arrival, the man had not returned. Dara performed the Islamic prayer service alone, she was sure if her husband would worship with Bilal.

Dara sat leaning in her bed she was still thinking about Ellard's story. It can be concluded that Ellard's grandfather, the elder of the Walton family was a hard, selfish and arrogant person. How can he separate two people who love each other? it was his own son, he thought.

Chequelek

Ellard went into his room and exhaled slowly while Dara was not asleep. Though he deliberately went a long time so that the girl sleeps and forgets the conversation this afternoon. But it seemed that when she saw Dara's face, the girl was eager to hear her story again.

Ellard walked up to her bed and put her phone on the nightstand and climbed into the bed. The man pulled the blanket up to his knees and hugged Dara, bringing the girl into his arms.

"Ell." Ell." Said Dara while tugging at the black t-shirt Ellard used.

"Didn't I ask you to use a good nickname?." Ask Ellard.

"Em dear." Said Dara slowly, it felt like something was tickling her heart as she said the word.

"Yes?." Ellard asked when she knew what she was going to ask.

"Tell me the continuation."

"Today I'm so tired, we continue tomorrow, okay?." Ask Ellard.

"All right." Dara replied gloomily, the girl then tried to close her eyes tightly.

Ellard exhaled violently as she felt Dara unable to sleep.

"All right, I tell you." Ellard's reply made Dara open her eyes wide.

"You happy?." Ellard asked to look at Dara's face and then stroked her head.

Dara smiled and nodded in response, she should know things about the Ellard family. It looks like this family is very much different from the media eyeglass view, he thought.

"Grandfather desperately wanted to have a grandson of his own flesh and blood in order to continue his business. But the fact that Yunni's aunt's daughter is a woman makes grandfather even more disliked her, Grandpa has asked Uncle Briand to leave aunt Yunni and look for a new wife but Uncle Briand refused. He threatened that if grandfather kept asking him for a divorce, then Uncle Briand would break with his grandfather and not want to run the grandfather company that is in his hands now. So inevitably grandfather relented and let them be together." Clearly Ellard was hugging Dara and stroking the girl's head.

"Then Ell-, uh baby isn't there already you? I mean why should grandfather ask for a new grandson?." Ask Dara.

"Maybe grandfather wants a new grandson to keep from competing with Darren? I don't know either."

Ellard kept quiet for a while and then came back to tell me,

"Darren and Grandpa's relationship was never good, they were like enemies. I don't know what the problem is between them, which obviously Grandpa and Darren can't be in one place together. If that happens Darren will always lose control. And I saw firsthand when Darren lost control and pointed a gun at Grandpa." Obviously Ellard was out of nowhere when his eyes began to water, when he clearly remembered Darren pointing a gun at Harry, his grandfather.

"No need to continue." Said Dara returning Ellard's embrace while rubbing the man's back.

"I've always wanted to know what their problems are, but they always fail. I'm sure it's Darren and Grandpa's interference, they both don't want me to know about their problems. I don't know why either." Ellard.

Dara still hugged Ellard's body giving strength to the man. It turns out that behind this venerable family clan holds a lot of painful secrets to tell.

Seriate.....

Thanks to all readers, maybe I will love the conflict in the middle. Now it's still a matter of course, I already have a plan for how the conflict will be. Hopefully, what can be done in my mind, because usually if it has been planned it is even hehe.

لَا يُكَلِّفُ ٱللَّهُ نَفْسًا إِلَّا وُسْعَهَا

Meaning: Allah does not burden a person except according to his ability.

Maybe you don't like the test, but with the reason that the test sometimes makes you better than before.

Lately has been really busy, especially if it has been in October. Sorry it rarely goes up.