Bodyguard I Love You's

You Love Me and I Know That

"How not?" papa Rico said no believe.

'Could it be that Irfan is playing us!' thought papa Rico.

"Uncle, don't joke! I really wish Micky was my brother!"

"Ravindra forgive uncle! This uncle is so useless, son." he asked with regret.

"What does all this mean? I'm really confused." said Micky who still can't understand all this. Brother, sister, Bagas and Ira? Are they not the names of their real parents?

"I'm the son of Bagas' father and Ira's mother too right, uncle Irfan? But, why would uncle deny the truth so hard if I was his real sister? Am I not father and mother's son? Who am I, uncle?" micky is confused with himself.

"You are brothers, but neither father nor mother."

"What does uncle mean? All the assets that uncle gave me belonged to my parents, Bagas' father and Ira's mother." The two men also quarreled.

"Micky, Ravindra, Rico and Renata" says Irfan.

"You need to know that Micky is my real son." Everyone was surprised Micky was no exception.

"Yes. I purposely named Adinata behind my son's name and also lied to everyone and himself to this day."

"What does uncle mean?"

"Micky, I'm your biological father, son."

"Dad?" Irfan nodded while Micky just shook his head repeatedly not understanding.

"It's not funny, Ifan!" papa Rico's sahut.

"Yes. It's not funny, Ric. It's really complicated. I myself initially also felt hesitant to start this all especially to lie to my own son, saying that I was only his uncle and should always be away from him. But, I had no other choice." everyone was stunned to hear Irfan's words.

"At that time, . . .. Exactly six months after we took care of Bagas and Ira's second son. We lost that poor baby. And at the same time my wife gave birth to a baby boy and you know that baby is none other than Micky. We tried so hard to find the poor baby, reported the police, hired some detectives and even spread the info of the missing child. But, our efforts were in vain. We never got a report of where the poor baby was, until a few months later we were forced to stop the search and close the case. Yes, we are more focused on the health of my wife who is sick with bowel cancer. And that's when I thought about replacing Micky as the second son of Bagas and Ira. That's all I did for a time like this to happen we could meet. And you can see for yourself the results of my boasting? I found the first son of Bagas and Ira. And I am so grateful that today has arrived. Even though I didn't manage to get that poor kid together with you, Ravindra."

"So, my sister is also a son?" ask Ravindra.

"Yes. He's also a handsome son like you, son. Sorry uncle can't take good care of him. Sorry."

"That means, I really have lost my sister? I really would never have met him even if it was just for once? Just knowing how his face might be?" Ravindra is sad and fragile.

"You calm down son, your sister will definitely come to you without us knowing and noticing." said Mama Renata who spoke up.

"How am I gonna find her, mama? A baby went missing a few decades ago, how did it face, live and where does it live now? Her little face will no longer be known now, she has grown up ma . . .. I'm not sure about myself and I've let Grandma down. Forgive your useless granddaughter, Grandma, I let you down. I can't fulfill your last wish. Take him to Grandma's grave."

"Ravindra you calm down, son!" said papa Rico. Nesya was seen to have shed tears at Ravindra's despair back then.

'Let my race hold you tight, strengthen you, calm you, Ravindra. Don't be weak like this, baby. Believe me wherever your sister is God will send her back close to you.' Inner Nesya spoke.

"Ravindra, uncle kept the last photo of your sister and if you want, uncle can give it to you. Who knows, one day the photo will be useful to you. And, your sister . . .. Ravindra, your sister has a crescent-shaped birthmark on her left side."

"The crescent moon on the left side" said everyone repeating Nesya no exception.

"good. Thank you uncle Irfan for the information." said Ravindra back calm.

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In the afternoon Ravindra sat in the back yard of Nesya's house. It was seen that Nesya stepped slowly closer to him. He sat down next to Ravindra.

"Ravindra?" nesya said pause for a while, making sure that the man heard it even though he did not look at it one bit. "This. Ravindra. Me, I want to give this back to you. I don't deserve all this." said Nesya thrust two boxes of black and one small box of red velvet fabric. Ravindra of course knows clearly without the need to open and see what the contents are. Yes, the jewelry of the grandmother he had rejected and the diamond ring he gave.

"I can't take what I've given someone, NESYA. Including with this heart and this feeling that I have fully dedicated only to you."

"But I don't feel worthy to have any of this. After all I gave it back to you, it wasn't you who asked it back from me. You can give this to your wife one day. Grandma must be so happy." Ravindra did not answer, his face looked straight ahead as if trying to penetrate distance and time.

"Ravindra?" call Nesya in doubt. He knew very well the sadness of Ravindra at that time.

"Life was never fair to me, Nesya. He always gave me a lot of hope that in the end none of me could get. He has also taken everyone I love and loved me."

"What do you think of Ravindra? You have papa, mama, Irfan and Micky as your brother."

"And I don't have you anymore Nesya! Why are you doing this to me when I'm like this, Nesya? Wh why? What's wrong and my cage for you? Why don't you just let me die! Bi- . . .."

"The painting!" Nesya slapped Ravindra's lips softly. Ravindra reflex looked at the girl's face, but briefly returned to throw her gaze in no direction. "Do you really want to go? Leave me? Then, who will take care of me? And saved me from danger. Do you want to see me hurt? Are you gonna let me get hurt, Ravindra? You will be in . . .."

"Sstttt!" Ravindra stopped Nesya's speech, gluing her lipped index finger. Swiping it then quickly grabbed Nesya's face and kissed the lip with lightning, stared doubtfully at the lips then immediately perhaps ******* greedily the sweet lips of her foolish girl and from when her face had flooded with tears, her cheeks were wet. Nesya tried to rebel, hitting hard on the chest of Ravindra's field. However, shortly afterwards he squeezed the shirt the man was wearing. He enjoyed Ravindra's initially rough kisses slowly turning soft, although it still felt very deep. The touch lulled him so that he could no longer control himself, Nesya wrapped her hands around Ravindra's waist, closed her eyes and returned a kiss that felt intoxicating to him. He wanted time to stop this very second. He wants to stay like this forever with the man he loves.

"You lied to Nesya! You lied to me and yourself! You love me, Nesya, and I understand that, baby. You love me and I know that." said Ravindra after ending his kiss, but both hands still cupped Nesya's face and let the two eyebrows stick together.

"You cried for me Nesya. You are sad to see me sad. You were hurt when I got hurt. It's because you love me, Nesya!"

"No! That's not true Ravindra. I just fell pity for you no more!" Nesya walked away and ran away.

'You love me and I know that.' Ravindra said. The grinning smile was re-engraved in her sweet lips.

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