Marrying the King of Darkness

Seven-Figure Flower Bath

"My hatred

Been nurtured in the heart

I hate seeing you

I hate your face

I hate your attitude."

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This man really does not know himself, in the rain like this still says like that.

This blanket binds my body and body. Perhaps because of the instinctual male soul that wanted to seek the warmth of the body, making him act like this, I just remained silent as the muscular stocky hand raised this body.

Yeah ... Gan Arya carried me, this self unable to resist, my body shivering tingling perhaps due to too long rain. Surprisingly he who does not wear his body clothes feels warm, this self feels comfortable in his carrier. I don't know what magic he has.

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Gan Arya brought me into the room, on the side of the grill stood firmly small buildings that were only a few steps away, a kind of inn.

"Are you comfortable like this? don't want to go down."

My mind floated everywhere so unaware it had reached the room I had occupied this morning.

He took off his carrier, I did not bring any clothes at all my clothes that I wore somewhere last night, while the pajamas of the inn were torn to the left-right due to the actions of this man in front of me.

Why my body suddenly difficult to move a kind of cramp, move a little it feels like this joint is painful, even though I have no history of hypothermia.

"What's up!? what's your name!?" asked Gan Arya, she changed clothes in front of me. I was so ashamed to see it, but this body why would it not turn away as if I wanted to see it naked.

"Ti-ti-tid-da-k." Why this mouth is difficult to move.

Gan Arya approached me, "what's wrong?" the question was once again, he placed that burly hand on this forehead, it felt like my heart was pounding erratically.

"What's wrong with me, why does it feel like this heart wants to jump," my mind wondered.

"You ... fever," said Gan Arya while removing the wet blanket from my body, now only this shirt is attached to this body, oh no ... does he want to take off this shirt too.

"What are you doing, Gan? please don't do that ... My body cramp can't be moved it hurts so much," I refused.

"Shut up! I'm not gonna hurt you."

This man took me in his arms and then put me on the bed, he let go of everything that was attached to my body, it felt like I wanted to dodge it, but this body ached so much. He covered me with a new blanket, but this strange body was still cold and painful.

Gan Arya rubbed my hands and feet with her palms. Not only that, he also attacked my sensitive body parts.

"Actually what are you doing. You savage man, using me when I'm powerless, "my inner self.

My heart keeps on scolding her, I hate myself so much, I hate her so much.

The muscular burly hand I bit, it felt so hard what this man was made of. I held back so as not to sigh lest I should endure.

Attack after attack he did, I can't stand the feeling of all the pain, this body continues to squirm, my eyes can no longer be awake.

"Don't close your eyes, hang on, ooii .. hang on!"

I saw his face, he was sweating. When heavy rain hit the foothills of the volcano, he should be cold but sweaty, slowly my body temperature warmed, after which I could no longer. My eyes closed and I don't remember anything.

****

Why here does not sound at all azan, why can I forget my duty. This has something to do with the man sleeping next to me.

"What have I done? Forgive your servant duh wrestling ...." I kept saying the word istigfar,

I slowly let go of the heavy hand that was coiled in this paddle.

He squirms and asks, "Where are you going?"

"I want to pray, where's the musoll?" I asked Gan Arya.

"Having been praying for a while, you know last night was exhausting" replied the man in a flat tone with no expression.

"What have you done," I kept cursing while beating him.

"Based on a selfless man, savage, asshole, I hate you .. Leave me alone! out!" I shouted as I pointed at the door, unable to bear the feeling, I hate you so much Gan Arya this hatred is too deep I am sick of seeing that face of yours.

I hate this myself, why is my fate like this? I'm ashamed of you Gusti, I'm ashamed of the name I bear. This self does not deserve to be called Layla Az-zahra (holy night) now my name is not Layla, my name is Srikandi now.

****

My cries were silent, these tears kept flowing until the inn cushion was filled with sweat and tears.

"I'm sorry ...,"

"After everything you've done to me ..," I replied.

This man is sitting in bed, I can feel this bed creaking.

She wrapped her hands around me and stroked my hair, as soon as I jumped up and stood up.

"Please calm down .., "please ask

"What do you want, if you want my hair well I'll cut it."

"Ooii .. calm down."

I picked up the fruit knife on the table and directly sliced my hair,

Gan Arya caught and twisted my hand, the knife was snatched away.

"What are you doing!?"

"I hate you so much" I said, spitting on his handsome face.

As soon as he let me go, "because you knew last night your life was in danger of you getting hypothermia, I tried to help you. Yes ... indeed, I warm you."

"YOU!" pekikku sampil slapped his smooth cheek. But Gan Arya's cheek had not yet passed, my hand stopped like someone was stopping my hand, who exactly is this savage man?

"Bandah! I prepared the warm water of seven flower nodokan. And this is Mukena, so get some rest." Reply Gan Arya sok sage.

"Why are you still standing there, what do you want to take a bath?" continued.

"You! you savage man!" I said as I walked into the bathroom I slammed the door to vent my resentment towards him.