Marrying the King of Darkness

Bond of Love

"You don't dream of Layla, I ask you again, do you love me too, Lay?"

Anwar Danajaya POV.

"My family may not be as beautiful as my name.

But my heart is sincere to you."

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This morning a warm light hit our village. This village is located on the slopes of Mount Semar, with natural wealth that is so abundant. Many people say that our land is the land of heaven, wood can be planted as a tree, this village is the village at the very end of this village there is no village anymore.

 

Beside the village there is a forest of many towering trees this forest is overgrown with acacia trees, sengon, and teak.

Acacia trees that grow here are similar to Soekarno trees. Sengon trees are very fast growth and there is a forest overgrown with teak trees villagers call it teak.

A very famous tree of quality is a tree that is famous for its symbol of authenticity and firmness.

The tree is quite strong despite the rain and heat.

If the rainy season leaves grow thick and vice versa when the dry season aborts the leaves, the higher the tree the greater the wind that hits.

Likewise, the higher the degree of human beings, the greater the trials.

The longer the age of the teak tree the better the quality and pattern. Just as humans are getting older the more experience and knowledge they have.

You often advise me to be like a tall, shady tree that can cool the people who are sheltering under it.

Even though your position is high, still be a protector for your subordinates just like a shady tree where the shelter of the person below was.

To get to this village there is only one access and on the left right side of the road there is a ravine overgrown with many shrubs, weeds appear on the left right of the cliff typical unspoiled wilderness.

Just below the foot of the Semar mountain there is a waterfall the villagers call it 7 angel.

This village where I live has natural potential that needs to be empowered which is why I want to put forward the name of the Father to be the village head here, and Mr. was elected to the office four years ago.

Most children here do not go to school because if the school has to go up and down first look for the village that there is a school. That is why I intend to establish an elementary school in the village after graduating from a well-known university in Yogjakarta and that desire has now been realized.

Many achievements or progress after you served as Lurah, agricultural infasucture development, beekeeping training, and labor training for mothers.

This morning as usual I went to school, until in my room I continued the accreditation data.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum greetings, uh Mr ... Mothers please sit."

There is a problem what this is, why the Father and the guardian mothers of students come to school there must be something wrong.

"So gini earlier the mothers came to the village hall nemuin Mr. earlier, Le. Want to discuss the problem of his sister Joni is Layla."

Deg ... Layla that name, Layla the girl of my heart, the girl of my childhood, for a long time I harbored a taste for him and just two years Layla boyong from her cottage in Jombang area I told her to become a PAI teacher here. Oh... Layla cute girl sweet sliced hazel. Do you remember me, Lay !?.

"Egem ... Can I get Miss Layla here, Mr. War!?" said the mother in a bright red dress that yeah .. if not wrong name is Jaenab ma'am.

"It's a minute, ma'am."

I was out of the room for a while and there happened to be a Miss Tari who was littering the principal's room so I told Ms. Tari to call Layla. It did not take long Layla finally appeared behind the door to say our greetings all return her greetings.

I allowed her to sit down, Layla my little girl used to now grow beautiful like an angel even though she was hijab but did not reduce the aura of her beauty. In fact, it adds to the elegance of a cream uniform that is combined with a long hood with matching colors that fit perfectly with it. Remember War gadhul basor keep your eyes.

"So this is how Miss Layla meant my arrival and the mothers here wanted to say something, is it okay?" said you break the silence.

"Yes, please" replied Layla, her voice always hypnotized me into soothing a subtle heart full of motherhood.

"Many students object if you teach. So-so"

"Hiya right, just cook the family is not very clever let alone teach our children. Not really mothers?"

"Ho oh."

"Hiya is real."

"Rubber."

There's this why this is why don't you talk first.. how is this .. my mind is raging.

"Pardon the previous mothers if there is a shortage in my teaching apologize. And if any of my words hurt my heart I apologize too. From today on, I stopped teaching."

Loh .. what the fuck is this why decided unilaterally. If Layla doesn't teach here it means I won't be able to meet her, I really can't be far from her, I have to stop Layla.

"Relance ..."

"Dalem," your voice cools my mind, Lay, like it's been a long dry season and then suddenly it's raining.

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

"Lay I'll take it off when we both call me mas" I asked.

"Sorry sir, it seems disrespectful."

"Tell me only 2 years, Lay."

"It feels good sir."

"Lay .. I'm sorry, I didn't defend you. I'm confused on the one hand if the kids' parents don't give them permission to go to school what they want to be Lay. On the other hand this decision incriminates you .. and I ..."

"I'm telling you, it's not here that I was harmed. Which makes it my brother .. not me ...."

Layla cries yeah there's no way I'm wrong with that hazel iris teary-eyed I'd really like to hug you Lay wiped your tears but I realize we're not makhram.

"Yes .. Please stay here Lay! I can't be away from you."

"What does Father mean?"

He looked at me, yes he was Layla, the name I always mentioned in the time of the mustapah. I really want to have it right away.

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

Just silent and the wind that blows in this teacher's room Layla is just silent even though this heart has been dag dug uncertain want to immediately hear the answer while he just silence if this is appropriate maqollah assuquttu tadullu illa na'am, silence someone means the answer is yes.

For so long I have harbored a new feeling now that this courage has arisen, the fear of loss and perhaps there is no chance to express it a second time.

Bismillah I gave myself to confess to him, the little girl my first love my childhood love.

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