Bodyguard I Love You's

Indian Doll

Ravindra opened her eyes, waking up from her sleep. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what he saw. Yes, he was shocked when he found the figure of Nesya sleeping lying on his bed and he quickly pulled the blanket to cover the girl's body.

"God. Stupid girl! Why do you always do stupid things, Nesya?"

"Are you talking to me?" sahut Nesya glared, but still remained in his lying position.

"Wakeup! What are you doing here? Why sleep in my room and bed with me?"

"I'm not comfortable sleeping on the couch, my body hurts too. So, I'm sleeping here. But you can see for yourself, right? I'm not doing anything with you. Seriously."

"I didn't ask you to sleep on the couch, Nesya. I told you to sleep in the next room last night! And again? Why are you wearing that shirt?" Nesya who had stood up, walked towards the mirror.

Nesya saw herself from the mirror reflection, which appeared to be wearing a white, long-sleeved Ravindra shirt, but only covered half of her body, making Ravindra uncomfortable to see, plus the fabric is thin and very transparent, and the two open top buttons show what should be invisible.

'Argh! Fortunately, I found out after morning. How about last night . . .? I'm sure, I can't control myself because of this ridiculous act of yours, Nesya.' Ravindra swore in my heart.

"Why? Is there something wrong with this shirt? L like it. Although long sleeves, but it doesn't make me feel hot." Nesya turned her body towards Ravindra who was throwing away face not paying attention to her. Nesya instead of realizing the location of her mistake, she approached Ravindra and stood right in front of him.

"Surely the shirt is not wrong, because the person wearing it is wrong!" ravindra replied about to get up and intend to go to the bathroom. However, Nesya held her body to remain seated.

"Windra! You talk to me, without coming face to face? That's really disrespectful! Ravindra, we're talking. Why would you throw such a face at me? Is it my fault to wear these clothes? Why are you always mad at me? Are you angry that I've worn your shirt?" Ravindra remained silent and did not look at him.

"Well I'll replace it with a new one later, you don't have to wear my old clothes, do you? And just let me keep it and wear it again when I want." Hearing Nesya's words, Ravindra got up violently and walked towards the closet, picking up a piece of batik cloth. He returned to Nesya and wrapped the cloth around Nesya with great difficulty. Sure, considering Ravindra's hand that still uses the arm sling.

"It's going to look better than ever" said Ravindra when she finished dressing Nesya. Not forgetting he buttoned his shirt to the top button, making the girl's neck invisible, because Ravindra had raised the collar of Nesya's shirt. Ravindra was smiling victoriously staring at the girl in front of her now.

"Ravindra what are you doing? This it? You dressed me up as an Indian doll. Ravindra, I'm feeling so sultry, Rav! The problem is this is not the sari, this batik is made of heat and I don't like it!" Nesya fixed the collar of her shirt and was about to remove the cloth, but with a swift movement Ravindra held Nesya's hand, tightly grasping her wrist.

"It's more graceful and beautiful to the eye. I'll ask someone to send you clothes soon. And remember! Do not wear clothes like that, especially in front of others. Do you understand?" Ravindra let go of her hand after Nesya nodded her head in fear.

Ravindra called Sergeant Dodi and immediately entered the bathroom afterwards. Nesya sat down while playing her finger. Nesya felt really bored when she felt Ravindra was very long in there.

"What is Ravindra doing in there?" thought Nesya astonished. An hour has been waiting.

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At the residence of General Rico, Sergeant Dodi is seen looking for the Queen. But instead he passed by Mama Renata.

"Dodi's? What are you doing here?" asked mama Renata confused. Because both Dodi and Edo never enter and will only stand guard at the door.

"Mr Renata, good morning. Sorry, Ravindra called and asked me to pick up and send clothes for Miss Nesya. I'd like to ask the Queen to get her dress."

"I'll prepare, you wait below I deliver."

"Good Miss Renata. Excuse me."

Sergeant Dodi came down the stairs to get back to the main door. But first General Rico called him.

"Good morning, General" he said, saluting.

"Sit down!"

"What really happened yesterday? Why did you and Sergeant Edo leave the house and suddenly Nesya was in Ravindra's house?" ask General Rico to the point. Sergeant Dodi just fell silent, he was confused how to answer it.

"Sergeant Dodi! You heard it?" the general said when he got no answer.

"Sorry General Rico, it would be nice if Mr. Ravindra gave a direct explanation later."

"alright. Maybe this time I should follow Sergeant Dodi's orders?"

"Sorry General . . .."

"Go back with your duty! I don't need an apology!" sahut General Rico firmly.

"Ready! Good morning sir." the saying goes, don't forget to salute back before you walk away.

"Ravindra's? Why are you hiding all this from me? Why don't you report anything to me?" general Rico said full of question marks.

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Ravindra finished the bath, but she did not find Nesya in her room. He immediately rushed out looking for her. Ravindra came to a halt upon hearing the chatter and he tried to approach the source of the sound.

"Non Nesya the young master's girlfriend, huh? I'm sorry I'm not sassy, but as long as I work here I never see a young master bringing women. I even felt really shocked when I saw Non."

"I could see it too. Very funny face and expression. Maybe because of this dress? Mbok must have thought I was a ghost from India. I don't know! Ravindra really makes me feel tormented because of this cloth." said Nesya annoyed considering the ignorance of Ravindra.

"You also tortured me with my shirt, Nesya." - Ravindra was very slow.

"Non is so pretty, like a real version of an Indian doll."

"Mbok mocked me, huh?"

"If non-Nesya is not beautiful, it is impossible for the young master to fall in love and bring non-Nesya here."

'Mbok don't know, I forced him to stay here, not because of his own wishes.' Nesya said in her heart and smiled at the middle-aged woman before him.

Ravindra who saw and listened to their chatter smiled. He returned to his room when he found out that Nesya was in the kitchen with his maid. Yes, today was fitting for his maid to come to his house.

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...May we all always be in the protection of Allah. And given healthy favors always. Amens....