
After feeling tired after a walk, the three decided to return to the hotel.
"Why not go in your room? I'm not going anywhere!" said Nesya who was about to close the door and saw Ravindra standing in the doorway.
"I'm doing my job, Miss Nesya" she replied calmly with a slight smile etched on her lips.
"Get in your room and do whatever you want! I'll be fine here, even if something happens I'll scream your name!" nesya's orders to Ravindra.
"Alright, miss please come in and I will soon enter my room." replied Ravindra who began to step back and Nesya immediately closed the door.
'Really, the girl who was worried.' said Ravindra inwardly then moved into the room.
Nesya's room.
"I wonder why he stands so like a statue? Obviously no one needs to worry about it anymore. Still insistent on the reason of work, duty, responsibility, what is it all? It sucks! Just look! Even people always looked at him strangely, astonished and so on. I was actually also uncomfortable with myself seeing its existence." Nesya murmured indistinctly as she stepped towards Destia.
"Already, don't bother to grumble Nesya much! Good intentions, just to protect you. I'm tired of taking a nap and don't grumble anymore. Noisy. Disturbing." said Destia lecturing Nesya.
'What's with me? Why should I care about it? Just let him stand until his legs feel like breaking! Why should I care and instead ask her to go into the room?' nesya said in her heart, who has now stepped foot onto the sofa, sat down and opened her laptop to watch a movie to ward off boredom and regret with her favorite Korean drama.
"Why else is this? Why does his face keep showing up? That smile? Arggghhhhhh! I hate that smile." Nesya grumbled, as Ravindra's smile began to appear on the laptop screen and mess with her mind, so Nesya was forced to end the show and close the laptop.
'He is handsome, especially when he smiles very sweet.'
"What's wrong with my heart and brain, God? Why Ravindra, Ravindra, and Ravindra?" nesya said frustrated. Nesya put her laptop on her desk and lay on the sofa, trying to close her eyes hoping that the shadow of her bodyguard would quickly disappear.
•••
The Ravindra Room.
"Hallo, good afternoon sir" said Ravindra.
"Hallo. Good night, son of Ravindra, maybe you forgot that we are not in one country" said one person from across the country sounding after laughter afterwards.
"Sorry sir, I forgot this huge time difference. What did you call me?" answer Ravindra while patting jidat is true Jakarta-New York time difference of 12-13 hours.
"Windra! We're not in an office or home environment, you know?" said General Rico.
"Yes papa, does anyone need to call me?" said Ravindra a little stiff.
"Is Nesya okay? And, what's his attitude to you?" ask Mr. Rico enthusiastically.
"Nesya is fine, pa, he treats me as he should, like a boss with his bodyguard." replied Ravindra as it is.
"The child is indeed very unruly, stubborn, and at will. But you need to know that Nesya is a good girl, son, you don't get tired of her, son." said General Rico.
"Yes, Ravindra knows pa, papa don't worry about him, he'll be fine here and I promise I'll look after him for the rest of my life."
"All right, papa trust you, son. A long time ago, afraid that your mother would wake up because of our conversation" General Riko said a little slowly.
•••
In Indonesia.
Hearing her husband's voice speak on the phone made Renata's mother wake up from her sleep and gave her husband many questions.
"Papa, who's calling these nights? Is it really important?" ask the wife to the husband.
"Mama woke up apparently. Papa called Ravindra asking how he was doing and our daughter is because it's there at noon so I thought they would be at the same time papa called. Already ma, let's sleep again afraid later wake up bad luck." explained the husband. They went back to sleep. Although the wife still has a lot of questions but she undoes her intentions and tries to close her eyes again.
...Duh! That's why Ravindra called General Rico papa? Is Ravindra really General Rico's son? Is it true what Nesya thought about them all this time?...