Fake Bodyguard's

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Hello assalamualaikum!!

This is the story of Lasena Maura, her youngest son, Papi Entin, who is in Oh My Boss, but the gun is a nongolian. Patience ❤❤

I promised you a free story from Justin Nena's descendants. The twin brother was finished next door, the rest of the flowers. ❤❤

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"You're sure I'll make it?"

Inside a black car parked away from the crowd. A man named Ansel Bagaskara tidied up his hat as well as a mask to cover his face.

"Just calm down, I'll keep an eye on you from here." Bastian showed a cctv in the mansion that he managed to hack and hooked up to his laptop. He is the only close friend Ansel has known since high school.

Ansel took a breath. "I can't," he lamented. For years studying outside the country, he never learned how to sneak into people's homes and steal.

"So? You want to give up." Bastian turned his gaze away from the laptop that was burning on his lap, turning to Ansel with an unacceptable look. "We've come this far and you want to give up?" reworked.

Their movement has indeed gone far, a few days ago both of them even willing to disguise themselves as a self-styled ac service worker, in order to be able to visit the big house and collect the necessary objects.

"You have a key, think of it like going into your own house. I'll erase your tracks on the cctv once you get back." Bastian turned his gaze on the laptop on his lap again. Convince the man next to her that what she fears will never happen.

Ansel thought for a moment. All this time, his life never meant anything. The father once said that his presence was a mistake, which was never expected in the family, as much as possible the man hid his existence from the world.

Ansel, who was exiled under the pretext of studying outside Negri, is now back and wants to prove to the papa, that his existence can be a little more useful.

And the man asked her to do all this. Somehow Ansel felt the papa was deliberately wanting to throw it away, because if he failed then he would never again be considered as his son.

"Come on, you'll be fine." Bastian returned to his voice after a long pause, they were deliberately waiting for the night so that the residents of the house all slept.

Ansel rested his body on the back of the chair, re-regulating his own stormy heartbeat. "I can even pay someone else to do this" he lamented again.

Bastian shakes. "Nobody can scratch your skin better than your own hands. Never rely on anyone else" he said. "You just need to figure out the proposal they're going to present, for the big project your company is fighting over. Don't have to take her," the man added.

"That's stealing, Bas," Ansel denied.

"You didn't bring it."

"But I stole the contents."

"That's different."

"Just the same."

"Take it differently so you don't feel guilty." Bastian gave me advice.

Ansel again sounded out breathing. Bastian knew his best friend was too hard to do.

"Just this once, the loss will not make them poor. So you don't have to feel guilty." Bastian is back to comfort his best friend.

"You're sure I was only told to do this once?" Ansel asked.

Bastian frowned. "You made a deal about it. Your father underestimated his son's abilities anyway. Without having to cheat like this I'm sure you can win the project" he said.

Ansel was silent, the silence that felt a little longer made Bastian turn back.

"It looks like your father was deliberately trying to make you wretch. For that, prove to her that you can."

"If he wants me to cheat again?"

"Don't follow." Bastian went back to observing the cctv on his laptop, "at least he can keep the promise that you don't get crossed out of the family card, for your mother's sake, you have every right to it."

Ansel thought again. Discussing about the mother made her spirit back stirred. And a pat on his shoulder made him turn.

"It's safe, do it." Bastian said with a look that was so sure.

Ansel nodded his head.

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With a sneak and occasionally look around, Ansel who managed to get into the house without difficulty which means now began to be confused about where his feet should go. Being too nervous makes it hard to think.

In front of the big door with ivory white paint, Ansel looked doubtful. His outstretched right hand he lowered and made Bastian's voice sound nagging in his ear.

From the cctv that some days they observed, the door lock in front of him was located in the drawer of a closet, which was not far from where he stood. Ansel then took it, put the object back in its original place when he heard the instructions from Bastian to do it, of course after the object in front of him was finished he opened.

"Hurry, don't be long!"

Ansel frowned as Bastian's voice rang out loud in his ears. After turning on the light to illuminate the room, Ansel quickly selected the files associated with the project he was looking for.

"Be quiet, I'll find it if you stop talking." Ansel spoke furiously, his hands trembling slightly as he opened the neatly arranged pile of documents on the table. And he felt relieved when he found her.

Ansel turned toward the wall clock, giving himself a few minutes to read before returning to tidying up.

Not yet finished he understood the contents of the document, Bastian's voice was heard again and reported that the main room door was open, a middle-aged man seemed to come out from there.

Bastian had noisily told the man the homeowner was heading to his office, but Ansel still read the file he opened by hearing Bastian's rant. The young man continued to report the danger signs had reached where.

"Quick, Stupid!"

Along with the mockery, Ansel closed the file in his hand, then began to think where he should hide so as not to be caught off guard.

Bastian warns her to get out of the room immediately, hiding inside will only keep her trapped if the room is locked again.

The bathroom is also not a safe place, because it will be useless if the homeowner turns out to use it.

Ansel felt completely dead-end. He was confused as to how, lucky Bastian reported that the man turned around and returned to his room. He told her to get out of there.

Ansel's footsteps swung rapidly, along with his increasingly crazed heartbeat. The man had never faced such a state before.

Bastian forbade him to go out through the main door, because the security guard there seemed to be awake from his sleep.

"You can get through the kitchen door, the key must be stuck there. Do it quickly!"

Bastian's voice returned to give direction. Ansel panicked when he did not find the key that should have been stuck in the door. His best friend told him to find another way in the house.

"Yes!" Ansel cursed in frustration, panic made him accidentally nudge the decoration on the table until it rolled over and made a sound. The man quickly secured her.

But it turned out that the voice woke up one female domestic worker who then came out of her room. Seeing that, Bastian told him to leave immediately.

Ansel felt lucky when the side door in the house was still stuck by the key that would take him out.

Bastian said that he could not catch his movements, it seemed like the cctv in that place did not work. The man then told him to jump the fence where he had entered before.

Careful Ansel jumped out, but the jacket he was wearing caught in the iron fence that brought him down thumped. Trudgingly, the man walked towards the parked bastian's car not far from there.

The main gate opened, a father in a security uniform came out from there, probably due to overhearing a commotion that made him suspicious. And Ansel tried to calm down as if nothing had happened, he would pretend to be a local who happened to pass there.

"You just got to? Why is it that night once, I've been waiting for you from the afternoon."

The long sentence made Ansel gasp in surprise, the middle-aged man who was the security guard in the house then approached him, checking his condition.

"Why are you in such a mess?" He asked again, "come in?" bring him.

"Eh?"

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This story I did not participate in any competition, not the story that the outline is given from Mangatoon as well. I think of a change of scenery, use my own imagination, so if someday someone nyamain say I am yes. ❤❤

If there are words or sentences that are awkward you know, I'm still learning about 😂😂

Netizen: Thor is free until it's over to be moved.

Author: Sampe finished calm aja, although if one day moved I will taro in a free place just calm.

Netizen: There will be seson two noh, and season two will be moved next to 😒

Author; Kagaa 😂😂 This story I finished not using seasonan, if it is finished already. At best if there is a spin off it is a different story, not about them.

Netizen: this is a vote point what not.🤔🤔

Author : vote duooong I was not too bad for your points 🤣🤣🤣