Marrying the King of Darkness

Farewell

"Every meeting there must be a farewell. Meeting is a gift, farewell is suffering."

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Since the afternoon I kept crying, kept crying made my eyes swollen, these tears no longer dripping extinct already my love story, really this pain attacked the heart of my lips no longer able to say the word, no longer able to say the word, I was silent on the corner of the room wall.

"Mr ...."

"Bak Lay why? outside there was Mr. Anwar mbak ...," Sri's words resuscitated my daydream.

Outside there is Mr. Anwar why he came here, I reflected a shadow dicermin very sad what is true this is me, I am really embarrassed to see him now.

"Mhrs ... Maqf ... Lay ma'am," call Sri.

"What's Thari!?" this resolutely authoritative voice is clear it is impossible for me to be mistaken for Mr. Anwar, I would like to open the door of my room, look at him for the last time, ah ... maybe with my condition like this.

"That's Lay since Thari came home from school to lock himself in Pak's room, Thari is afraid of Mbak why," replied Sri.

"Lay .. Open the door! what's wrong with you, Lay?"

He knocked on the door in front of me, wanting me to see that handsome face full of your wife, but all I could do was stroke the door in front of me, this door becomes a beacon between us just like the count of primbon jawi who garner our love. Just so you know Mr. Anwar I love you so much from the bottom of my heart that I want to be with you until the end of my life, but your mother told me to leave you all for your own good because there is no way we can be together.

My whole face was flushed, my hands and feet were sweaty I tried to hold back the sobs so they wouldn't hear it.

"Lay .. Open the door! if not I break it down" he ordered.

"Enough Sir! leave this house ... leave me. I don't want to be with you ...," I cried. I hope he doesn't know I've been crying.

"Why?"

"Why, Lay?"

I took a deep breath trying as hard as I could and answered him. "Because I don't love you."

My body collapsed at the door, I could no longer see my eyes blurred, my eyes slowly closed and I did not remember anything after that.

****

Right at midnight I heard a noise, slowly my eyes opened I fainted in front of the door. Suddenly a scream was heard, "mombs ... Ma'am Lay ...."

"Yes Allah, Sri and Dewi what's with them."

I opened the bedroom door, my mind focused only on my two sisters until I didn't realize my aura wasn't perfectly closed. Without a veil and only wearing clothes and short span skirts I ran around the guest room, I was surprised there were many men dressed all in black.

"Actually what is this," I murmured in a clear heart from the motions they wanted to touch, desecrating my sister.

"Stop ... don't be as careful as they are. Not that I'm more attractive than him."

I also approached the horde of men in black clothes. Although there was a fear of trembling but how could I possibly have the heart to let my sisters be touched and tainted by those men.

All eyes looked at me from top to bottom. Wherever no man may be tempted by my charm, with a crazy and tall body posture. My white skin is like marble. Brownish black straight hair waist. And my face is covered in thick eyebrows lashes, my nose is slightly pointed and I have pink lips (pink).

"Bring him in too!"

"You guys I bought. Your brother owes me a lot."

Instantly my hair was goosebumps.

"Astagfirulloh .. What kind of brother would exchange his sisters for money. That's how low our self-esteem is" I cried in my heart.

"May I make an offer."

"What!?" said the man while glaring at me, a caramel-eyed man and a jaw filled with fine feathers.

"Be-Be-Free mere-ka se-seba-tinya I-ap-la-kukan anything for you," I said nervously.

"It's an interesting offer, but I'm not so stupid as it's beautiful" said the caramel-eyed man, his burly hands locking my hands and his other hand holding his chin, he approached until there was no gap between us and then quickly his lips smashed into my lips, I thrashed but the ladder was getting stronger to grip me.

I collapsed, I cleaned these lips with my arms but the masculine scent still lingers here, this lip.

"Duh wrestling ...

what I've done, gone are all my deeds,

he has scowled what I should offer my husband one day, this kiss .. Now I would love to cut off my lips and tongue ...

I do not deserve this ...

a teacher who was bullied and imitated by his students did this, I was already dirty, I was dirty,

forgive me Robby ...," I murmured in my heart.

Lonely silence now dominates my residence.This house is the legacy of the late father and mother. Only this remains as memories all have been sold by my brother.

"Bring them all!" the order of the man who had snatched my first kiss earlier, that brash, shameless man in my heart.

The men pushed us out of the house, resisting their impulse was tantamount to finding dead the 10 centi folding knife stuck to the neck of Sri and Dewi, their faces terrified, I can't stand to see this. But I can what!?

"Good!"

Me, Dewi and Sri boarded the jeep. I sat in the middle while Dewi and Sri sat in the back, the caramel-eyed man sitting next to me.

"Master let them go" I asked the caramel-eyed man. I believe he is the leader of them all. But instead of the answer I got, he approached intending to kiss me again.

It is true what is written in the Qur'an and the hadith.

'And do not approach adultery, ...' (al-israa':32)

'something that is forbidden (activated), it makes opium (addicted)'.

"Civilized," my aspat

"What's!? repeat once more beautiful, " whispered the man right in my right ear while sticking a knife in my left cheek, this man is very cruel.

"Mr ..."