ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

I HAVE BECOME A FORCE FOR HIM

Since Endro had followed Mentari into class, he never stopped looking at her face.

Mentari has been trying a lot to run from the eyes of Endro. But the more he tried to hide, the harder Endro tried to find his face again.

Mentari entered into the crowd of her friends who were busy preparing the drama for a farewell event later.

"Hey... The mentari...! Where the hell have you been? We were looking for it since then. Let's practice...!" Someone among his friends.

"Huh? You lookingforme?" Mentari looks nervous. For a moment, he turned to look at Endro who was still looking at him.

"Yes, we're looking for you. This is the poem you'll read later." As for someone else while passing a paper to Mentari.

"I'm sorry, it made you look for me." Mentari felt guilty. He accepted the paper and began to read it in his heart. Seen once with the look of his eyes so solemnly lead to the writing in the paper.

"How's Mentari? Can you get into his fantasies?" Ask them again after observing Mentari's mimicry.

"Hmmm... Poetry's good... I'll learn it first. Thanks..." Mentari. He passed by from the crowd of his friends, and sat in the chair where he used to study in the room.

When he was in the chair, his eyes still looked at the image of Endro who continued to look at him. "Stop looking at me..." Whisper's pissed. He's starting to look bad.

"I don't look at you..." Reply Endro while approaching Mentari.

"Then?" When Mentari was about to direct his face to Endro's face, suddenly Endro was already beside himself.

Again, they were fighting. Their eyes glanced at each other and caught up to the honesty hidden behind it. They were flabbergasted by the feelings created in their hearts.

"Endrooo's..." Desir Mentari. His heart was pounding and breaking down his defenses. He could no longer hide behind his indifference for that long.

"Hey..." His friend called them.

Gelagapan mentari. He was about to get up to get away from Endro, but Endro swiftly restrained his arm.

"Why?" Endro asked them to come up with an exclamation that was quite disturbing to him.

"Why are you still busy? We have to practice!" Grunts one of his friends who starts to look upset.

"we also practice here. Didn't Mentari write by following my guitar?" Ketus Endro's.

"Owh... So anyway... Excuse me... Yes already... The right exercise." His orders began to smile. They are as miserable as without sin.

"You're carrying a guitar?" Mentari stared at Endro's puzzled serious face, when his friends had returned to training.

"No..." Already indifferent.

"Then?"

"Try to read the poem..." Endro's orders again.

"No..." Ketus Mentari's.

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed..." Reveal the girl. He lowered his reddened face.

"Why should I be ashamed? Later you will read it in front of a crowd, even."

"You just keep looking at it like that..." Her eyes unwillingly lifted back her embarrassed face.

"So because of me?" Endro began to soften. He lifted Mentari's chin with his fingers and exposed the girl's pale face to her face.

"Don't look at me anymore..." Pinta Mentari. His eyes seemed to be begging for it. He simply did not want the pounding created within his chest to break his heart.

They are both unsure of their feelings. But they keep hoping to be together.

"Why can't I?" Tanya Endro began to follow Mentari's tone.

"I have no strength, when your eyes no longer look at me." Sahut Mentari's. That honesty just escaped his lips.

"My eyes are in your eyes, Mentari. Become a force for you anytime, anywhere. So, you don't have to worry if I'm not by your side. Because in fact, my shadow will be courage to you. You must be able to fight against everything that threatens your power. Don'tbeafraid..." Endro. He convinced the girl to always think about it. Making Mentari always becomes a dependency on him.

He did not realize that this was what the girl called love. Meanwhile, he knew, he was a hero figure for a woman like Mentari.

Smiling mentari heard the sincerity of every word series that Endro said. Tears must have been welling up in her eyes. Without being asked, everything Endro said was in his feelings.

The shadow of the man, had indeed been a courage to himself for that long.

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