Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

You are mine

"It's so rude of the girl, I haven't even seen her face yet." Ellard grumbled along the corridor towards 12B class. The quiet corridor left him free to curse anyone who disturbed his mood this morning.

"Darren too why should I be grouped with fools?. He thinks I can't class with smart people!."

Ellard continued to walk in his haughty style, his glasses and earphones still clinging in place.

In front of him was a student who walked towards him gracefully.

"Hi Ellard." Apply with a spoiled voice.

Ellard scrunched his forehead who was the woman who boldly greeted him.

"I'm Michel Valengio." Michel said as he extended his hand.

"Valengio?." Ellard asked, ignoring Michel's hand.

"Yes, the son of Mr. Lengio, the owner of Valen'Chompany." Michel was proud. He was sure that after this Ellard would be close to him.

Ellard smiled cynically, she knew who Lengio was, the old man was in business with his father and several times invited Darren as well himself to come to his residence and Darren always refused.

"Oh." Ellard replied, leaving Michel.

"Allard!." Shouted Michel in pursuit of Ellard.

Ellard snorted annoyedly he was most disliked by the girl who always teased him like ja*ang alone.

"All wait I'm not done talking." Michel held Ellard's hand.

Ellard looked at him sharply and threw his hands rough until he made Michel stagger back.

"You know I don't like being touched by a cheap woman like you." His words were full of pressure and left Michel who was silent pecking.

"Just wait for Ellard you'll be mine no matter what." Michel said he saw Ellard's departure.

"Are you okay, baby?." Jhon asked suddenly behind her.

"I'm pissed off Jhon, so pissed!!." Reply Michel.

"Do I need to give a gift to that man?." Jhon asked while hugging Michel's waist.

"You sure you're going to deal with young master Walton?!." He said annoyed while folding both his hands.

"For you I'll do whatever it takes, honey, as long as you're happy. Even dealing with a billionaire." The answer is take a swipe Michel's face.

"Now I don't need your help Jhon." Michel replied and walked away.

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Before class 12B Ellard must pass class 12A first. A faint smile hung on his lips, he with his broad steps was approaching grade 12A.

Brakes

Ellard kicked at the door of the class, with an innocent look on his face he stepped in.

All the schoolgirls were suffocating hysterically at the arrival of the prince-faced man. Inside he did not see any teachers might be leaving, but this class remained calm even though there was no teacher, really boring class he thought.

Ellard's gaze swept through all the classrooms, until his bead of eyes saw the black-hooded girl was bowing her head as their eyes met.

Ellard smiled small like an animal that got its prey. Ellard walked up to the girl, when he got in front of her he immediately pulled the girl's chin until they made their faces meet.

Ellard looked at every inch of the face of this beautiful girl in front of him one word that was immediately thought by his brain. White skin, round eyes with black eye beads, a pug nose, plump eyelashes and naturally thin pink lips but definitely delicious if....

Dara even held her breath when she saw the man in front of her, she wanted to rebel but somehow she just silently stared at this handsome man in front of her.

Until he remembered the sin and then pulled his head back.

"I'm sorry, God." Prattling

Ellard fell silent when she heard the voice of this girl again, until her lips fell on a beautiful smile. His intention to avenge this girl's behavior in the principal's room turned out to be an unexpected surprise.

I got you sweet girl. Ellard said in his heart. He remembered this girl. The girl who helped him when he was in an accident, the girl who scolded him because he cursed.

All the students and students who saw the incident immediately shouted hysterically they did not expect if the woman they thought was trash could be touched by the only son of the Walton family.

A schoolgirl who saw the incident in the doorway clenched her hands until her knuckles turned white and rattled her teeth. He immediately turned his body around then stepped away feeling annoyed.

"Sorry you're not polite." Said Dara slowly while bowing her head.

"But I like it." Answer Ellard.

"I'm not." Answer Dara.

"I like it." Ellard pulled the empty chair beside the girl and approached her.

"No."

"i like. I like you." Ellard propped up her chin with both of her hands facing towards Dara.

"What-what?." Tanya was surprised.

"Yes I like you Aldara." Ellard's whisper in Dara's ear.

"Huh?." Dara sculpting.

"I like you, you are mine." His whisper again in Dara's ear made the girl's hair stand up.

"You-." Dara's words were cut open by the screams of someone who had just entered the classroom.

"You're a student of what class!!." Shouted the teacher who had just arrived.

"Get out now!!." Shouted the teacher again.

"Bang*a*!!." In front of Dara.

"Astagfirullah al - adzim. Watch your words." Dara.

Ellard smiled when she saw the girl was upset, she immediately stood up from her seat and walked out.

When he got to the side of the teacher, he slowed his steps and whispered.

"Do you know who I am?, Ellard Graham Walton." Whisper the man then walked out of class 12A.

The teacher who shouted at him instantly fell silent, the other students were silent as well, they were laughing at the killer teacher in their hearts. How dare he yell at the son of the Walton family.

Only Dara did not understand because she did not know the man who had just approached her.

In the back corner, a man who had seen the drama clenched his hands. He knew Ellard, Ellard was not a man who often played with women carelessly. Then how can Ellard who incidentally bad boy can know with a sweet girl Aldara hooded.

He believes the two of them have met before and the meeting makes Ellard immediately like Aldara. And this was a problem for him, Ellard was not a man who would give up easily. If he has chosen and liked it whatever it is must be his.

*****

HIS break bell reads all students and schoolgirls out of his class.

Dara stepped out of the classroom to go to the toilet, she did not think too much about the man's words, she just thought that the man was playing tricks on her like other students often do.

When she came out of the toilet, Dara was immediately shocked by a slap that landed on her cheek.

Plakkk

"Based on cheap women!!!."

Plakk

"Junk!!. No use!!!."

Plakkk

"*****"

Three hard slaps landed on her face making both corners of the girl's lips hurt.

"Michel." Lirih.

"You how dare you approach Ellard hah!!. What made Ellard look at you!!!." Snap Michel while pulling Dara's headscarf.

"Who's Ellard?, I don't know Michel." Lirih Dara's.

"Don't be naive Lo, you piece of trash!!!." Her impact while tightening the pull on Dara's hijab to make the girl's hair visible. Luckily in the toilet it was just the two of them and the handler Michel was unlikely to get into the women's toilet. It would be a long matter of business if any other disciple saw it.

"M-michel." Lirih Dara pleaded.

"Don't say my name with that dirty mouth Lo that's basic jal*ng."

Plakk

Plakk

"You're bothering me, Jhon." Reply Michel.

"Now that you're free, once again I see you approaching my Ellard I'll punish you more than this." Michel then stepped out of the woman's toilet.

"Dearly love?." Jhon asked while hugging Michel's waist.

"I'm not satisfied." Answer it while pouting.

"I'll satisfy you tonight."

"Your mind is so dirty." Michel said with a laugh.

"You enjoyed it too." The two of them left the toilet towards the cafeteria with Jhon still hugging his waist.

Dara who was still in the toilet tried to stand up slowly. When he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the laughter of women he hurried into the restroom. Do not let them see his chaotic appearance like this or the problem will reach the counseling teacher.

"Isn't Ellard very handsome?."

"Everyone admired him."

"Yes, but I still can't believe I can go to school with the billionaire's son."

"Well, she doesn't like school with a lot of rules."

The students gossiped to each other while putting make up on her face. They do not know if in one of the bathroom cubicles there is Dara who is grimacing to withstand the pain while repairing her hijab.

"I'm sorry God if I eavesdrop." Said Dara slowly.

As he was already not hearing the voices of the girls outside. Dara opened the door of her small room and walked towards the mirror while touching her wound.

The bell in class had rung, Dara did not even have time to eat the bread she had brought from her boarding house because of this incident.

"How to cover it." Said Dara to herself.

"Actually who is Ellard?, why is Michel so mad at me?." Thought Dara.

Dara walked out of the toilet while covering her wound with the hijab she was wearing. After all, no one had ever noticed him even though he was beaten in front of other students, they also did not want to help him at all. Later in class he did not cover his wounds because they knew the reason. Only queen bullying dared to do that to other students and Dara who was targeted was no stranger according to them.

Dara walked towards her classroom the courtyard was deserted because all the students had entered the class. HIS is a school with high disciplinary numbers. Maybe now that is passing by only members of the Student Council picket (osis) who guard it is only a few.

While passing through the corridor of her class Dara saw a man who was bothering her this morning leaning against the wall with his hands in his pants pocket.

Dara gasped to see who the man really was why he was so handsome. Eh?

"Astagfirullah realized Dara was aware, sin!!." Said Dara slowly.

As the eagle's eyes turned towards him Dara froze on the spot. That sharp look was as if it would swallow him alive. The man walked toward him the hand he put in his pants pocket he took out.

"Where are you from?." The heavy voice of the man was like he was holding back an upset.

"Eh i-it. Why?." Ask Dara.

"Where are you from? why not go to the cafeteria?." Ask Ellard.

Actually why this man in front of him, Dara went where it was his own business why he was like a husband who interrogated his wife. Thought Dara then shook her head.

Why is that my mind. Inner Dara.

"You sick?." Ellard asked worriedly.

"N-no." Reply Dara lowered her head.

"Why did you keep your mouth shut?." Ask Ellard.

"I-this is okay, I must classy lessons have started since earlier." Dara then walked away from Ellard.

Ellard blocked Dara's wrist

covered in long sleeve fabric.

"Sorry but can you not carelessly touch me. We're not mahram." He said as he pulled his hand from Ellard's stranglehold.

"Sorry." Ellard said, raising both hands.

"Now tell me why are you covering your mouth?." Ask Ellard again.

"It's okay." Dara.

Ellard walked up to Dara and touched the cloth and pulled it slowly. Dara immediately retreated her steps because their distance was too close.

As a result the hijab to cover the bruises in her mouth was immediately attracted and Ellard could clearly see both corners of Dara's lips bruised.

Ellard's two hands clenched, his teeth twitching to hold back his anger.

"Who?." Ellard asked flatly the man's face was already flushed red.

"Nobody just slipped in the toilet." Answer Dara.

Sorry God I lied. His mind while linking his hands together and squeezing them.

Ellard smiled obliquely, he knew it was not a slip, it was the slap someone had printed five fingers on the girl's cheek. Especially when he saw the girl was nervous and playing her fingers clearly visible he could not lie.

"Who?." Ask Ellard again.

Dara lowered her head and shook her head quickly she couldn't possibly tell the truth. Michel would have given him more punishment than this.

"If you don't tell me, I'll give punishment to all the students here." Ellard.

(If you don't tell me, I'll punish all the students here)

Dara looked up at Ellard's face he was sure that this man was just joking with his words. But when she saw the anger on the man's face, Dara immediately lowered her head again.

"Java!!!." Snapped Ellard while hitting the wall beside her. After the man's patience his anger overflowed when he saw the girl's bruised cheeks.

Dara gasped in shock even though she was often snapped, but when the man in front of her was angry more frightening than anything.

"DON'T ANSWER HUH WELL." Ellard's words were cut off when she heard the girl's shrill voice. Her ears were sharp even though the girl's voice was like a whisper.

"M-ichel." Squeak Dara with a raucous voice held back the cry. It was a very scary man to be angry, unlike other people who were angry would slap him or hit him. The man even hurt himself making a sense of guilt in Dara's heart.

Ellard's emotions peaked, daring ja*ang play with himself just be careful he will reply what the woman has done to her girl. Eh?, the girl was right. Yep!! he has claimed Aldara to be his girl anyone who bothers his girl will run out in his hands.

The man's anger subsided upon hearing Dara's crying voice. He then approached and pulled the girl's chin with the cloth of the girl's veil of course. He still remembered not to carelessly touch the girl even though he did not know why and that he could think of later.

"Why?." Ask Ellard softly.

"Don't get angry." Said Dara slowly.

Ellard chuckled little seeing the girl fear him or worry about the wound on his hand. When looking at the direction of the girl's gaze towards her bloody knuckles from hitting the wall earlier.

"Yes." Yeah." The answer.

"Don't get angry with Michel?." Tweet Dara slowly while linking her hands together.

Ellard's emotions peaked upon hearing the woman's name. It felt like he wanted to kill her right now, but when he saw Dara's face pleading to him Ellard immediately nodded his head.

He will not scold the woman but return the slap he got the girl. Shouldn't we return the favor of someone who has given us something?, Ellard thought.

Seriate.....

Reflect 🌱

“And those who hold back their anger and forgive (errors) people. Allah loves those who do good.” (Ali Imran: 134)

Make peace with your past, don't let your heart be petrified. Life will feel lighter if you learn how to mengikhlaskan.

Problems come and go without us knowing there is only one solution be patient and pray for help from God. For Allah will not give more trials than the limits of the ability of his people.

Wallahu.

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