Marrying the King of Darkness

Heart-set

"Love grows unsolicited, and,

when the heart is in love

the eyes feel too. "

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"Bu Layla was called Mr. Anwar was told to face," said Ms. Tari, a friend of mine.

Yeah ... My name is Layla Azzahra. I'm a teacher at an elementary school. Mr. Anwar is the principal here, while I'm a first-class teacher. I rushed to meet him too.

Kususuri the school hallways because the headroom is quite far from first grade.

The school has a building Leter E, the class I am focusing on is at the west end while Pak Kepsek space is at the east end next to the teacher and UKS room.

Tunas Bangsa elementary school is the same as a school in general, the difference is that SD is far from the city crowd so access is very limited, the road to here is only one way. In this village with a population of approximately 200 people there is only one school. Meanwhile, if you want to pursue further education (SMP) must go up and down across three hamlets first.

"Assalamualaikum warokhmatullohiwabarokatuh," I said subtly, all eyes looking at me.

"Waalaikum salam warohmatullohiwabarokatuh," they answered in unison.

It turned out that in the Principal's room there were many people, I also did not know him that I only knew Mr. Anwar and Pak Head of the village.

"So this is Miss Layla. I meant to come here and the guardian mothers of the students wanted to say something. What can?" said Mr. Village Chief to break the silence.

"Yes please sir."

"Many guardians object if you teach their children. So-so"

"Hiya's right, just cook ngajarin his family is not smart let alone teach our children. Not really mothers !?" cut one of the mothers in the same bright red dress as her lipstick and wear a yellow skirt, very trendy is not it .

"Ho oh."

"Yes really ...."

"Betul ...," answered 4 other mothers simultaneously.

While Mr. Kepla the village is still gawking, lha .. the talk has not been finished immediately cut the trendy mother earlier. Mr. Anwar was silent only a thousand languages no matter what was on his mind.

Finally I decided "sorry before mother, if there is a shortage in the way I teach sorry.  And if any of my words hurt-ti ha-ti I apologize too. Insya alloh starting today I stop teaching," I said by emphasizing heartache, I also say out.

It's enough I'm very embarrassed because my brother's behavior is crazy to play gambling, play chicken, and like to steal. A thousand times kunasehati but still, the bad habit.

I immediately packed my things and did not forget to say goodbye to the other teachers. Maluku is already unbearable if there is a doraemon left by me I would have told to pull out the door anywhere.

"Duh gusti .. please this servant of yours," my inner.

"Relance ..."

"Falem." I also looked at Mr. Anwar.

"Yes, sir, I'm done packing. Sorry sir when I've been here"

"Lay ... I'll take it off if we both call me mas" cut Mr. Anwar.

"I'm sorry, sir, that seems disrespectful" I said

"Tell me only 2 years apart Lay," replied Mr. Anwar.

Although only 2 years different but we live in a village where the locals really uphold the adap and manners.

Mr. Anwar is the son of the village chief he is also the headmaster where I deserve an orphan with my brother who often makes trouble in the village. Adahil Pak Anwar with the name mas.

"It feels sad sir" I said, looking down on Lay ghadul bhasor, my mind reminded. But my heart was in a rage to look at this man in front of me. Yeah ... This man was my childhood friend.

He's the one who's always protecting me if a lot of kids tease me, he's the one who's always defending me.

I still remember when I went to school there was still no bridge to cross to this school, he always took care of me from the swift flow of the river, holding this hand tightly.

When passing through the fields where there are always a lot of leeches and eels he always carries me because I am very afraid of the animals.

Mr. Anwar still remembers our childhood, wanting me to go back to that time when it was full of memories.

Oh ... Anwar Danajaya's.

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"Lay ... I'm sorry, I didn't defend you. I'm confused on the one hand if the kids' parents don't give their permission for school so what they'll be Lay, on the other hand this decision weighs you and me." Obviously Mr. Anwar.

"I'm damning Father isn't here I'm being harmed. Which makes it my brother .. not me." I replied.

My tears are already unstoppable in my village and my brother's brother has been humiliated by the citizens now plus at school the mothers humbled me in front of Mr. Kades and Mr. Anwar.

Doesn't religion forbid us to demean others doesn't this country uphold harmony and tolerance.

But why does all this seem unfair to me. There is no saying that you should not judge something from the outside. Don't judge a book by it's cover.

"Yes .. Please stay here Lay! I can't be far from you" Anwar said in a commanding tone.

I looked at him and said, "what do you mean?"

The look in our eyes collided, I felt great vibrations coming from within me. Black eyes and slightly bushy eyebrows show the same firm authority as Anwar Danajaya.

Anwar means light and Danajaya a responsible and dedicated person.

The name Danajaya is no stranger to me before my late Father died he often tells some figures from puppetry. Including this Danajaya figure who has a famous name among the masarakat with the name Raden Janaka.

There was once someone who told me that love from eye to heart. But I don't think my heart has been with him for a long time and now my eyes are falling for him. He is Anwar Danajaya who I have loved since childhood, every prayer I always say his name. The tall, white man showed that he never did any heavy work, much different from me.

Now I realize there's no way I can have it we're different castes, different positions, like humps that miss the moon.

"Lay ... I love you so much. Don't leave this school, please stay here. Do you love me too, Lay?"

My heart was beating erratically, this man in front of me expressed his feelings for me, is this just my imagination? Or maybe it was just a dream? To make sure I pinched my cheek.

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