Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

Mad?

"What do you want to talk about?." Ellard asked as she sat herself on the sofa.

"There's someone who's gonna meet you."

"Who?." Ellard asked while frowning.

"Just wait."

"Why has he come?." Darren asked, looking at Ken who was standing behind him.

"It's sir."

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The sound of the door opening made the three men in the room turn at the same time. A man in black was closing the door then walked up to them and bowed his head respectfully.

"Madrick's." Ellard raised one of her eyebrows and turned to look at Darren.

"Yes Madrick, he'll help you take care of all your business."

Madrick standing in front of them lowered his head as Ellard looked at him.

"Ah I shouldn't be surprised." Ellard said softly as he exhaled.

"When are you back?." Ellard asked stared lazily at the man who was standing expressionlessly in front of him.

"Just now, sir."

"You're back by yourself?."

"Yes, young master."

"Do you have a boyfriend?." Ask Ellard.

Ellard chuckled mockingly as the man did not answer his question, "I'm sure you don't have a partner yet, who is the woman who wants to be in a relationship with a lump of ice like you." His words made Mad breathe out slowly.

"Fuckin' singles." Ellard then stood up from his seat and stepped towards the exit.

"Mad."

"Yes sir." Answer Madrick.

"Have you met that woman?."

"Miss Vio? I've met him sir."

"What do you think?." Darren asked as he crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on the sofa.

"As you might expect, great master Herry is behind this." Answer Mad.

"The old man has begun to act."

"I'll take care of it, sir."

Darren nodded his head in response, "Mad, I hope you can take good care of that brandal." Darren said with a serious face.

"I will take care of the young master with my own life, sir." He replied firmly without changing his face.

****

Sunlight entered through the cracks of the large curtains of the room, two people were sleeping while hugging under a blanket of warm spring bed, two people were sleeping, the temperature of today's weather was really very cold making the married couple even more unwilling to open their eyes. Especially because their hot activities last night made both of them exhausted.

"Engh." Dara wriggled in her sleep making the burly hands on her waist further tighten her embrace.

"Dear." Said Dara in a hoarse voice while rubbing her eyes.

"Ell." Ell." His call was once again when there was no movement from that burly hand.

Dara looked at the clock of the wall turned out to be ten in the morning, fortunately she had prayed at dawn. Because the man who was hugging him was asking to do it again with him to make him wake up bad luck.

"Dear." Call Dara while stroking Ellard's head on her chest.

"Hm."

"Darling, you're not going to the office?." Dara asked, intending for this man to let go of his embrace.

"No, I want to be with you all day." Ellard's reply made Dara suddenly shudder, both of you? all day? thought Dara while swallowing her saliva.

"Is uncle-I mean Dad Darren not angry?."

"No."

Dara just exhaled slowly, suddenly thinking of the flat man in the elevator yesterday. If the man enters his father-in-law's office it means he's an important person.

"Dear." Call Dara, test whether Ellard sleeps again or not.

"Hm."

Dara put together her words so as not to backfire on herself. He still clearly remembers Ellard as a jealous man.

"Emm, baby I saw a stranger here yesterday." Dara then held her breath waiting for Ellard's response, she had arranged well, right? he won't wake the tiger, will he? thought.

"Who?." Ellard asked, looking up at Dara's sharp face.

Once again Dara swallowed her own saliva it seemed like the sentence was already the simplest, but this man?.

"I-I don't know baby, so I'm asking you."

"Is that guy handsome?." Ellard asked looking at Dara's face waiting for the girl's answer.

Dara skipped to answer him, yesterday's man was handsome but saying it in front of Ellard was the same as scavenging the problem, right?.

"N-no." Dara replied while shaking her head.

"He's ugly, right?."

"I'm more handsome than him, right?."

"Yes." Yeah." Dara did not lie this time, the man yesterday was indeed handsome but nothing more than Ellard. Ellard still holds the most handsome male nomination Dara has ever met.

"I know that." Ellard replied with a satisfied smile and then drowned her face in Dara's chest.

"So baby who is he?." Ask Dara curiously.

"My personal assistant." Ellard answered making Dara frown.

"Assistant?."

"Yes, I need it when I'm Darren's replacement." Evidently.

"What's like uncle Ken?."

"Yes dear."

Dara nodded her head in understanding, "What's her name, dear?." .

"Mad."

"Mad?." Dara repeated Ellard's words when she felt the name was too short.

"Madrick's." Obviously Ellard made Dara nod again, two seconds later she was shocked.

"Darling, uncle Ken-s name."

"Mad's his son." Ellard interrupted Dara's words.

"It's worth it." Said Dara with a small laugh, it turns out that father and son have the same nature, flat he thought.

****

A gray room with a dominant white blonde woman and also a pink kimono shirt is still attached to her slender body. Her voice trembled as she dialed someone's number, the woman stepped onto the sofa chair and sat herself there.

"Hello Vio"

"Hello grandpa." Sweep it with a raucous voice.

"What's the matter, dear."

"It's so bad grandpa!."

"What's up."

"M-mad back the cake." His words were then accompanied by a small sobbing of the woman.

"Madrick?!." Ask the old man there while growling furiously.

"Who else if he's not a cake! that guy seems to know everything about me." Violla said in an anxious tone.

"That's for sure, it turns out Darren has everything set up."

"Then how's the cake."

"Wait for me to come back, all that time you have to buy time."

"How do I-."

Tut

Violla immediately threw her phone when the old man there cut off the connection unilaterally.

"I could die in his hands." Said Vio anxiously while biting his fingernails.

The flashback

"You want what M-mad does." Vio asked when he was eight.

An eleven-year-old man smiling smrik made little Vio want to cry his taste.

"Miss, would you complain to the great master Herry if the young master made you fall off the bike?." Ask Mad with a pressure-filled tone.

"I-i." Said Vio could not continue his words he was too frightened. His eyeballs moved right and left looking for a way to escape from the boy in front of him who was cornering him Kedinding.

"You know miss? because of your lies the young master took a blow from the great master." Mad said as he clenched his hand.

Vio's body immediately trembled violently let alone seeing the boy's face flushed, "I-I don't know if grandpa a-will-."

Pedicab

Not yet had the girl finish her stammered words, Mad immediately grabbed her hair and banged her head on the wall making the little girl's head bleed.

"Arkhn." Shouted Violla in pain as she cried loudly and held her forehead.

"Cry miss, is that just not the weapon you have? You always make trouble and blame the young master who neglects to look after you." Mad's speech then flexed the little girl's head back to the wall until it made Violla unconscious.

Mad immediately left Vio lying on the floor with blood pouring from his head.

I'll eliminate him if he does anything again. Mad's mind while clenching his hands.

Because of that incident Violla had to enter the ICU because of lack of blood. Since then Vio has always been frightened when he sees Mad around him and the boy always smiles when he sees Violla's body trembling in fear because of him.

Not long after the incident Mad was sent away somewhere. And as Mad goes slowly Vio begins to seek Ellard's attention and always clings to her. Since Mad left his life was really fun, Ellard became concerned with him because of his own hard work even though it was still with his grandfather's coercion but he did not care what was important Ellard was always with him.

Flashback off

But now that he's back, Ellard's also out of my grasp. Inner Violla with a deathly pale face.

****

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"The worry of the world is darkness for the heart, while the worry of the hereafter is light for the heart."~Usman bin Affan