Love The Young Master Arogan And Girl Hijab

Returnees

The batik ornaments are beautifully painted along the walls and pillars of the international airport. Also

regional specialties and some traditional handmade items are neatly displayed in the souvenir shop window.

Airport staff are friendly to serve prospective passengers who will fly in and out of the country. Welcome remarks to foreigners and locals were heard as the new passengers set foot out of the flight booth.

Airport conditions are quite crowded considering this is the end of the year, many people who come home to meet family at home. Many also choose to take a vacation to celebrate the end of the year.

At the international airport at exactly 14:00 p.m., a private jet with the body symbol W landed safely. New York-Indonesia, is not a short distance of approximately 23 hours they fly above the clouds.

The man with a black hoodie and white jeans got off the private jet by holding the hand of a veiled woman. The scorching sun shone on the footsteps of the two of them, the people who saw them from a distance immediately cried out hysterically when they saw the figure of the tall man walking with firm steps, his sharp eyes were covered with black glasses perched on his nose.

Behind them were two no less charming men attracting the attention of young girls. Three handsome men with one woman were very envious of the women who saw her.

Ellard clasped tightly onto Dara's hand as if they would be separated at any moment. Dara returned a smile to the airport staff who clenched her hands to welcome their arrival. While the man beside him just remained indifferent while continuing to pull his wife's hand.

Airport security officers helped secure their way.People inside the airport spontaneously stepped aside to give way to four people who were walking towards the exit. From the aura of the front man they had guessed that he was not a random person.

When you arrive in front of the airport two sparkling black cars are parked in front of the back. The driver lowered his head while opening the back door. Dara got into the car and Ellard followed.

The other two men entered the car behind him.

***

Ellard took off her sunglasses and leaned her back in the chair.

"Ah is very hot" he said making Dara look at him.

Dara stared incensed at Ellard, the man was flooded with sweat his face was red with heat. Dara understood because in the previous country was winter and here is very hot, very drastic weather changes make the man not used to it.

The driver lowered the car's AC temperature but it still did not bring down Ellard's sultry taste.

The man quickly removed the Nike-branded hoodie in his body leaving a white t-shirt.

Dara swallowed her own saliva when she saw the shirt on Ellard's body slightly exposed in her stomach area made Dara accidentally see the man's box stomach.

Dara shook her head quickly as perverted thoughts perched on her brain. Why would he even want to touch her?.

"What's wrong?" ellard asked, but the man saw him shake.

Dara simply replied with a headband while smiling as if she was okay. Even though he is controlling himself so as not to misbehave.

"You sick? got woozy? need to go to the hospital?" ellard asked worriedly, the man seemed to be forgetting something big.

"No" Dara replied as she shook her head, what's the pain? thought.

"Weather changes in New York and here are very significant Dara, are you sure it's okay?" ask him while sticking the back of his hand fused Dara.

"I'm okay, baby, I should have asked you. Are you all right?" dara replied as she lowered Ellard's hand from her forehead.

"I'm fine" Ellard answered and kissed Dara's hand.

Ellard turned her gaze out the window, "Is this the city where you were born, dear?" asked Ellard then turned to look at Dara who was also looking out the window.

"Yes" he replied with a smile and his eyes looked at the tall buildings and the five-footed workers on the side of the road. It seemed that he had not seen this sight for a long time.

Subconsciously Ellard's lips were pulled up when he saw the happy look on Dara's face. If from the first he knew taking his wife here could make him happy then he had done it long ago.

Thirty minutes into the journey, their car stopped in front of a five-star hotel. Ellard got out of the car as the driver opened the door for her, the man circled the car then opened the door for Dara.

After the two of them got out and walked in, a black car with a famous brand came to a stop behind the car Ellard was riding. Two teenage boys came down from inside and walked inside.

"Welcome Mr Ellard and Mrs Dara"

Dara accidentally read the name tag in the man who was welcoming them. He wondered why he could find out his name and Ellard, but before he had asked Ellard not to overdo it here so they did not bring a bodyguard.

Dara's astonishment was replaced by surprise when he saw the position of the man, written the name GM.Bagas Indra Sjafri.

General Manager, who greeted them? did they already know who Ellard was before to the point that it had to be GM himself who welcomed them thought Dara but as he recalled how his rule the Walton Dara family only breathed rough.

"Sir, we have prepared a presidential suite for you and your lady. Let me drop off the room" his friendly bargain was only met with a brief nod of Ellard's head.

"Boss if the boss is going to leave don't forget to contact us" Lay said making Ellard snort annoyed and then holding Dara's hand into the elevator.

Lay and Frank manage to get on board, somehow they can both be on Ellard's private jet before the man and Dara arrive. Dara and Ellard leave at two o'clock in the evening from New York's international airport. In addition to avoiding the requests of the two men who wanted to follow him, Ellard also avoided the hustle and bustle of the airport in New York when they saw his arrival.

****

Dara put her body on display, asking Ellard not to overdo it here just a waste of calm. Look now they sleep in the presidential room, want to cry it feels like Dara when guessing how much the night cost to sleep in this room. Although he knew Ellard was rich but still squandered money for things that were not too important to make him not willing.

Dara closed her eyes briefly trying to harbor her affection for the money her husband spent. The woman got up from her bed to pick up the phone on the table.

Dara walked over to the sofa and sat herself there. Dara opened her phone and then opened her social media app looking for her best friend's account in the village wanted to tell if she was in Indonesia and would come back to see her.

Actually it could be tomorrow he immediately met with his friends Killa, but Dara did not impatiently want to immediately talk to his little friend, Dara imagined what his best friend would be if he knew himself back, ah just thinking about that made Dara's impatience even more so.

Dara's fingers skated on the screen of her husband's new phone a few months ago. He searches for his best friend-killa's name because too many of the same names make it difficult to find his best friend's real account.

After a few minutes of opening one by one Killa account name finally Dara found what she was looking for.

He sent a Direct Message to Killa but it seems like his best friend's account is off. Because it will not get an answer from Killa, Dara chose to open one by one the posts of her best friend.

Dara chuckled when she saw one of Killa's posts rising on a guava tree in front of her house. The girl did not change at all still the installment as she once thought.

Cclek

Ellard came out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist. The man frowned when he saw Dara laughing while looking at the phone. Even the woman was not aware that she had finished her bath.

Ehem, Ellard cleared his throat slowly intending to make Dara glance at him but the woman was instead busy with her own world and it made Ellard's heart hot. The man walked towards the closet with a cocky feeling his eyes continued to stare intently at Dara.

Brakes

Ellard closed the closet door tightly until it made a loud noise making Dara look at him.

"Be careful, unfortunately, it will be broken" answered Dara, who was not expected by Ellard.

The woman looked back at her cell phone screen and Ellard who saw it suddenly had her heart pinched, her eyes heated up wanting to shed those reminiscing tears that her eyes had nurtured. Why does he feel so sorry for buying his wife a cell phone? he feels neglected now.

"Where is the sirir?" asked Ellard in a loud voice.

"Let's go, baby, there was a dresser" Dara replied without turning her eyes towards Ellard.

"Where's my hair gel?!" yell again after grabbing roughly the comb on the dresser.

"In the drawer"

"Where's my perfume?!"

"At the table dear, I-" answered Dara stopped later with a bright face the woman opened the Direct Message she sent earlier was already replied by her best friend.

@Killa_maheswari

Sorry who is it?

Dara laughed as she read her best friend's message, can't Killa read her username? thought Dara while shaking her head.

Just now Dara was going to reply to Killa's message a big hand grabbed her phone and threw it hard on the wall of the room.

Dara was surprised he saw his phone smashed into pieces then looked up to see Ellard's face reddened with hunting breath.

"Allard!" said Dara a little loudly while standing from his seat, he was angry because Ellard seemed to destroy the phone that cost even the equivalent of the car they were riding earlier. Ellard was wasting money, he thought.

Ellard's previously angry face suddenly pias inexplicably shrivelled at the anger on his wife's face. This was the first time Dara yelled at her, Ellard's lips curled down, her eyes glazed over, her fingers clinging to each other below.

"hiks....don't get angry" his great-grandson slowly, the man didn't even dare to steady Dara's eyes.

Dara swallowed her own saliva, was it too much to make Ellard cry like this.

Ellard, who had not heard any words coming out of Dara's mouth, thought the woman had grown angry with him.

Brucks

"Daraa.hiks..sorry.sorry" Ellard said suddenly while dropping himself on the floor resting on both knees. The man hugged Dara tightly and put his face there.

"I'm sorry don't get mad..hiks...sorry" she's not clear.

Dara who is confused herself must do what just silence while thinking. Wanting to be angry because Ellard who was willing to throw things but also did not have the heart with her husband who cried like this

"It's okay baby, now stand up"

Ellard shook her head strongly while hugging Dara's waist tightly.

"Dear get up first"

"Ellard" said Dara when she did not get any answers from the man. Ellard who heard Dara already mentioned her name immediately stood up according to.

Dara pulled Ellard's hand to invite the man to sit on the bed, instead of sitting Ellard even pulled Dara's body made both of them fall hugged on top of the soft spring bed.

"Ell-" he stopped as he felt his lips silenced by Ellard's lips.

After enjoying the taste of his wife's lips Ellard released his kiss and then put his face into Dara's chest.

Dara who was still normalizing her breathing wanted to loosen a little of her body in Ellard's arms but still could not get the more she tried to escape the tighter Ellard's embrace on her body.

Now that Dara felt her veil wet did Ellard cry again? thought.

"Who's the same chatter?" ellard asked with a trembling voice holding back the cry and fear.

Afraid because his wife answers like what he had in mind, is it possible that Dara cheated? he had accidentally uh instead of rather deliberately seeing the face of his wife when he heard the incoming message notification also he saw if Dara wanted to quickly reply to the message.

Dara stroked Ellard's back so that the man was a little calm, but instead of calm even the sound of Ellard's sobs hardened.

"Friend of the dear village, her name is Killa. I'd like to call her if I'll see her tomorrow" Dara replied.

"really?" ellard asked in a hoarse voice, his cries suddenly coming to a halt.

"Yes dear" Dara replied making Ellard immediately exhale in relief.

The silence enveloping Dara still faithfully stroking Ellard's back made the man sleepy especially after crying out tears quite a lot.

Elusan on Ellard's back weakened Dara's eyes as she began to close. Both of them fell asleep in a hugging position.

****

Ellard held Dara's hand out of the hotel lobby and the hotel staff bowed respectfully as the two men walked past them.

"Mrs. Ellard do you need an escort? our hotel is ready to contact the security guards for you and your mistress" said Bagas, General Manager of the hotel.

Ellard turned to Dara for a reply. Dara also looked up at Ellard then shook her head slowly and it made Ellard exhale violently. He just doesn't want them to leave without Dara's escort missing from his grasp considering this isn't his country.

"No need" Ellard replied after sighing heavily.

"Alright Mr. Ellards"

Black car in classic style stopped in front of the lobby, Ellard holding Dara's hand pulled it out.

"Good morning, Mr. Ellard and Mrs. Dara" said a 25-year-old man standing next to a car.

Dara looked up at Ellard who was looking straight ahead without intending to answer the man's greeting.

Ellard's hand was stretched out over Dara's head as she got into the car. After making sure Dara was safe Ellard was circling his car, when his feet would step into the car the sound of the screams of two men made him snort annoyed.

"Wait boss!!"

"**** Ell wait for us!"

Ellard did not care that the man chose to get into the car regardless of the swearing that came out of the mouths of his two friends.

The car runs away leaving Lay and Frank swearing to name all the animals in the animal garden.

While in the car Dara looked forward more precisely towards the man next to the male driver who had greeted him and Ellard.

"Don't look at her, baby" Ellard's whine made Dara look at her.

it's shithole! think Dara, don't let the man cry here or the business will be long later.

"No-no I just see the road ahead baby" replied Dara.

Ellard briefly kissed Dara's lips making the owner surprised.

"Do not lie"

(don't lie)

Dara just laughed awkwardly why suddenly Ellard's gaze looked piercing.

"No dear, eum.I was just wondering who he was?" tanyakanya.

"My language translator" he answered while pulling Dara's body to lean in her field.

"Interpreter?" para Dara looked up at Ellard's face looking down at her.

"Yes, I don't really understand the language of your country yet so I take translators everywhere so that I can find out what you and others are talking about later" Ellard replied making Dara nod her head in understanding.

"Greetings to my mistress my name is Arga, the translator of Mr. Ellard" said the man with an Indonesian accent without looking back, do not look at the man did not even glance at Dara.

But Dara could see from the man's posture like he was nervous and also tremors.

"Greetings to Arga too, are you a native of this region?" reply Dara also by using the language dialect is peaceful with Arga.

"Not madam, I am a native of the capital who has just completed interpreter education" he replied nervously.

"really? what languages do you speak?" asked Dara enthusiastically for a long time he did not speak his own country language.

"English, French, Spanish, Russian, Mandarin, and Arabic"

"Wahh, all international languages? very great"

"Thank you madam" replied Arga with a red face to spread to her ears.

"Then"

"Don't talk to other men dear, especially in a language I don't know" Ellard cut with a face.

(do not talk to other men dear, especially with language that I do not know)

"Sorry baby I forgot" Dara grimaced as she felt Ellard's embrace getting stronger.

seriate.....

"And (remember) when Lukman said to his son, when he taught him, "O my son! Do not associate with Allah, but (God) is a great injustice."

(QS. Al-Luqman: 13)