Marrying the King of Darkness
Kick the grill 3
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"Kang .. prepare food!"
"Inggeh ... Thirst is ready for Temperature (food is ready for Temperature)," replied the man called by Gan Arya.
"Bring Kang here!"
The person called Kang had prepared various kinds of food on the room table, I was just nailed to the bed I covered this body with a blanket.
"Sampun ready sedanten temp, monggo kulo aturi dahar .., (already ready temp, please eat ...,)" said the man who called Kang was full of courtesy.
"Get out!"
Basic man does not know himself, loved heart even ask heart. It's good Kang was manners eh .. this Gan Arya replied with a bang. Was this man never taught manners!?
"Have you never been taught manners? thank you to him, "My protest.
Kang looked in surprise at me, and nodded at Gan Arya and hurried to close the door.
"Dry!" his orders, I replied with a headband.
He approached me taking off his white shirt. Basic barbaric men are shameless at times like this even want to do pervert. I closed my eyes not wanting to add to the sins.
"Wear it!" his orders while thrusting the shirt earlier.
"What!?"
"Dispose that perverted mind to your head, put it on and eat."
Kuterpana with the body of Gan Arya. The body is burly like an athletic, combined with his handsome face it makes him look perfect but unfortunately his behavior is like an animal.
Indeed, there is no creature in this world that is perfect, there must be a lack of it because perfection is only his.
I had never been in contact with the opposite sex, but after I met him everything changed, I was ashamed of my present self, ashamed of my name Layla Azzahra which means a holy night does not deserve this self to have that name, this self is too despicable.
He was the man who grabbed my first kiss and had also seen the curves of this body, no matter what else he did to me, my mind kept on saying "forgive the lusty servant ...."
Gan Arya left me alone in this room, I saw the scenery around the room, whether this food is halal or haram which is clear at this time my body really needs food intake.
"Yes alloh .. Bless me with this food, keep away from the torment of your hell. Bismillah ...."
I take a little rice and just take vegetable lodeh salted fish, actually I like sambal but out of the various menus here there is no sambal at all.
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I observed the surrounding scenery, this room is like a boarding room with a medium-sized room, has an isosceles triangle-shaped building at the entrance.
Cots (bed made of wood) full of carvings of various flowers and plants in the bed, bedrooms equipped with a single sofa and a medium-sized bathroom.
I saw from the window of the room, there was a gurgling of water flowing from the sash of panguripan not far from the eye sieve. On top of a large rock Gan Arya sat cross-legged, either what he was doing, maybe yoga or meditating.
I walked out of the room wearing a blanket to cover my body and hair.
"Nduk .. You're okay, right? Pakdhe is very worried about you, nduk," said Mr. Badri disperse my daydream. I just looked a little at him.
"Nothing, don't think about it, nduk."
"Tell me pakde .. why am I here, who changed my clothes last night?"
"That's .. it ..."
"Don't be afraid Pakdhe is meditating" as to overcome Mr. Badri's nervousness.
"What ritual is Pakdhe? tell me all, what happened after I passed out ... since when did Pakdhe deviate from religious teachings like this?"
"Lay please Pakde, tell me everything!" my connection.
"You won't understand nduk. You don't know anything."
I knew Mr. Badri was hiding something big, he was afraid to tell me everything. His fear is not on me but on the person who meditates there.
"My grandfather reminded me once again, but it is still not too late to repent. There is nothing in this world that deserves to be feared except the great God, Pakdhe has misstepped, mengumpung life is still in the body return to the right path, Pakdhe, the path that is riddled by the most beautiful Gusti."
"You don't know anything? don't let your cleverness kill you" explained Mr. Badri as he passed away leaving me, what an ambiguous answer.
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Now I live in this garden, there are roses, jasmine, delicious night and if not wrong there are seven different flowers, flowers for the seven-figure flower bath ritual.
The scent of the patrikor strikes a sign of rain after the dry season has arrived. Even the weather was sad to see these innocent flowers.
Red roses symbolize courage and love, beautiful blooms that are often blasphemed for their duration. This thorn protects the flower.
Likewise women if still the beauty buds are not yet visible but when they are adults aka blooming everything looks beautiful, graceful, beautiful, charming.
Many want to pluck it, many want to have it but have the flower must be careful of its duration, as well as having the woman must be careful if it survives then it is not pierced by thorns, if it is careless it will be punctured.
Having a woman must be careful to get to her paradise, if careless then that woman is the cause of her tormenting pain.
"Ooii ... Why daydream? log in! it's raining."
The sound was wet raspy, firm yet deadly was none other than the voice of Gan Arya.
"Come in! " his order once again this time while dragging my hand. I followed the long footsteps, our footsteps clashing with the rain.
Why do I obey him like a child who sulks silently when given candy. Am I exposed to his knowledge? it can't be like this.
"Release ... " I tried to let go of that burly hand. Finally he let me go, the rain was pouring down on us.
"Let's get in! It's raining!" his orders.
"I'm not afraid of the rain that I'm afraid of tormenting him, we're not mukrim don't you ever touch me," I saw Gan Arya I just realized he wasn't wearing a black velvet jeans.
He looked at me, I could not see the clear look on his face instead of being afraid of the threat he even pulled the blanket I was wearing, automatically our bodies faced and fused in the blanket.
"Have you forgotten that I bought you. Your sister I've set you free, not that you promise to obey all my wishes. I want to eat you now."
"What's!? "
