Bodyguard I Love You's

My poor little sister

"No Ravindra! This box is just for you. Only foryou. Look at this!" The curious Ravindra immediately grabbed it from Nesya's hands.

Ravindra who felt curious and impatient when he saw some envelopes inside. He took and opened one of them which was written for my grandson Ravi, my dear Ravindra. The envelope contained a long letter.

To my dear grandson,

When you read this letter it means that grandma has gone far from your life and this world. Forgive your grandmother and grandfather Ravi. We have both sinned greatly on you and previously let grandma beg you, forgive us both dear. We really love you. My dear Ravi grandson, you actually have a younger brother. After the deadly accident that claimed the lives of your parents, both from the father and your mother wanted each other's existence, until at the moment of the final decision we decided to take you and from your mother's side bring your sister. When that happened, you were five years old. While your poor sister was just born at eight months old at the time, grateful that the doctor saved the poor boy before Ira, your mother really left you. Yeah, well, she's my poor little granddaughter, she doesn't feel mother's milk, the parents' affection, and we separate her from her brother. From the incident back then, it was only natural that up until now you had not questioned each other. Grandma was very eager to find the poor little granddaughter of the grandmother, but grandmother felt in this very old age and a malignant disease that had gnawed on the body of the grandmother, but grandmother, grandma's not sure enough time to find him, son. Since we decided to take you to Surabaya, since then we are no longer in contact with your mother's family. Dear Ravi, we really love you, if only we had relented and allowed you to stay with your sister maybe a breakup like this would never have happened and we wouldn't have had to cover up some things from you like this. Listen son, you have to find your sister. She's the family you had after my departure. Forgive me for reducing some of the facts that my grandmother told you about your parents, and just being able to complete it now. Grandma attached some photos as a clue to you, son, look for them. Once again forgive us.

Take good care of yourself, son, and find a really good wife when you grow up. Be like your proud yet humble father, who loves with all his heart, who is responsible for his family and the future of his children.

May you always be happy, son.

Find your poor sister! Take him to visit and see me. Thank you my dear grandson.

From who loves you so much,

Your grandmother.

Nesya looked at Ravindra's already wet face filled with tears. Even the paper that had been dry and clean had now been stained by her tears. Ravindra dropped her body on the sofa, but her eyes remained focused on the piece of paper in her hand.

'Where is my poor sister? And what's his name? A male? Or women?'

'Ravindra promised to find him and take him to see grandma.'

Nesya approached and hugged her large body. I do not know what the contents of the letter, making Kenzie Ravindra Adinata sad. Even so, Nesya did not dare to ask blatantly now. "Darling whatever the letter my grandmother wrote, it's just because she loves you so much. You're strong Ravindra. You can't fall like this." Nesya grabbed and looked at her man's face and wiped away her tears. Like what Ravindra always does when Nesya is crying.

"At the time of the accident twenty-four years ago . . .. Nesya?"

"Yes, say Ravindra! I'll listen to your story."

"When the accident occurred, . . .. Mom, my mom was pregnant with my sister." Nesya closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened her tears were not able to hold back, pouring out loudly.

"He. Your sister, your sister must be happy with her parents in heaven and maybe now they are seeing your sadness. So, stop crying or they will also be sad to see you weak like this." replied Nesya with a trembling voice.

"Nesya? Honey, he's alive. My poor sister is still alive." Nesya looked into Ravindra's eyes. Seeing the doubt on his girl face Ravindra immediately thrust out the letter.

"You read this, Grandma said that my little brother was still alive." Nesya took out a letter from Ravindra's hand and read it carefully and earnestly.

"Yes, right. Your sister's alive. We'll look for him together." Ravindra hugged Nesya's body tightly. He did not think that his parents did not really leave him alone.

"Darling, grandma said the contents inside this envelope were a clue from her." Ravindra picked up the envelope that was still inside the box. There are several 3X4-sized photos and when he saw Ravindra widen his eyes in shock and disbelief, doubt enveloped his heart.

'Dad, mother, . . .. Renata Ma'am? Renata Ma'am? Papa Rico? Renata Ma'am? What exactly is their relationship? Are they papa's brother or mama's? Who is this foreigner?' inner Ravindra wondered.

"Ravindra's? Are you okay?" asked Nesya who was worried to see him speechless. Ravindra may soon reinsert her photos into envelopes.

"Nesy. I'm better now. At least there is hope of meeting him. Honey, I'm sorry?"

"For?"

"I'm making you late for the shoot, baby!" said Ravindra glanced at his watch and then pocketed the photo envelope. And in a hurry he grabbed two jewelry boxes on the table, put them in Nesya's bag.

"Windra! What the hell are you doing? And those photos? Does that really help you?" Ravindra is silent but still busy stuffing her grandmother's gift box into Nesya's bag. And that made the girl growled.

"Windra! I told you, I can't take it!" Ravindra still did not push and instead pulled Nesya's arm to make him run a little towards the car.

"Shelf!" car door closed.

"Ravindra?"

"Listen, dear Nesya, we're too late. Destia will definitely nag me later. Quickly put on the seatbelt!" said Ravindra who has started the car and is ready to go.

"It turns out my bodyguard is a coward and a crybaby." plucked Nesya. But the one who was mocked even made Nesya snort annoyed.

"Gameva!"

"Rav?"

"Hallo!"

"DADDY!" shouted Nesya wrathfully.

"Yes. Wh why? Why are you yelling at me like that?"

'What is this man thinking? It's not usual for him to fail to focus like this?'

"Ledies, are all women always like you? After yelling and successfully damaging my hearing then you shut up!" said Ravindra who ignored Nesya bag wind passed. After Ravindra's last words, the two were kept busy by their respective thoughts.

'I need to see General Rico immediately. Or just Renata's mom? But I had promised Nesya to accompany her as a lover. He would be angry if I had to leave him again!' think Ravindra.

'What should I tell you Ravindra? I have been so deeply in love with you. But we can't stay together. Our story will soon be over and I will vanish in a moment after.' Inner Nesya spoke.

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At the shooting location, Destia can be seen standing not far from the parking lot pacing, twitching around and repeatedly he was seen trying to contact someone with annoyance he kept trying.

"Where are you two?"

"Hey! Mr. bodyguard, I told you not to . . .."

Tut's... Tut's...

"He turned it off? Not polite!" aspersons Destia.

"I'm sorry Miss Destia! We're a little late and about the phone I'm afraid your pulse runs out" Ravindra said.

"A little late? Afraid of the pulse running out? Mr. Ravindra, you've ruined my mood today."

"I'm sorry and thank you."

"Thank you? I haven't even forgiven you! Where is Nesya now? Don't repeat the same thing or you . . .."

"Nesya in the make-up room, miss." Destia left Ravindra and soon followed Nesya. He didn't stop grumbling about Ravindra.

"Destia! I miss you so much." Nesya said enthusiastically when she saw it from the reflection of the glass in front of her.

"Good, after making me confused waiting for you and getting yelled at by so many people here, you think I'll forget to scold you back? After you said that you missed your assistant so much?"

"Destia? I-i'm sorry! I won't repeat it again. I promise you, this is the last time." said Nesya rent, holding her own two ears, as a promise never to make a mistake again.

"You always promise me that way, Nesya. And you always break it. Finish the makeup quickly, or we'll be home late tonight!" said Destia glanced at Nesya who was singing her lips.

'Good stuff? Occasionally, the boss is also a friend. Haha. It's not a crime, is it?' inner Destia glee.

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