Fake Bodyguard's

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Ansel frowned as he stared at the photo of a man in a black jacket, with a hat and mask covering part of his face.

The picture was lying on the table before Ansel took it, observing the things that happened to him made him think, probably because this photo the father of the scurity thought that he was his relative.

"I don't see you've got a shirt, you've been robbed?"

The question made Ansel who sat on the edge of the bed and looked up, the father who had checked the contents of the closet now approached him with a T-shirt and trousers that he thrust on him.

Ansel was confused as to what to answer, the middle-aged man clearly thought he was his brother from the village, who had come to this city to apply for a job.

"It has. Don't think about it, your mother and sister will be fine, here your salary will also be great. My employer is royal, you don't have to work abroad" the man said, touching Ansel's shoulder, causing him to digest what was going on between them.

Ansel was more confused when the man asked why his number was difficult to contact in recent days, then he answered back to himself on suspicion that the young man's valuables had been stolen.

He did not deny it, nor did he justify it, choosing to remain silent for fear of mispronunciation.

"Who's your name? I forgot?" The man asked again.

Ansel thought for a moment. When the man before her repeated the same question, she hesitantly answered him. "Askar."

"Askara?" For a moment the man was pensive, probably remembering information that seemed a little different. But then he no longer thought about it. And told Ansel to rest immediately.

Ansel didn't fully make up his name. Askara is part of a surname that he should not carry around with him. And now he uses it.

"Whose father?" It seemed like Ansel's question this time was a little suspicious, as the man who was about to walk out of the room stopped his steps and turned his head towards him. The look was seen somehow.

"You forgot?"

Ansel tried to look calm, lessening the man's suspicions about the oddity in him. "Like a father who forgets my name, I seem to be, too."

The middle-aged man then nodded. "You used to call me Uncle Handi, think of it as your own father" he said, then left.

Ansel was stunned, the sentence made him feel full. He then remembered the father who did not want to acknowledge him as his son, even others just ask to be considered family. With a little laugh the man laughed.

The cell phone he had quieted in his pants pocket, he picked up then checked it out. A lot of calls came in from Bastian, as well as messages asking him where he was. He then replied that he was okay.

Ansel told of his meeting with the security guard who thought he was his brother. Bastian told his best friend to get out of there.

Ansel certainly can't just leave, Mr. Handi must be looking for him. And it would make him feel suspicious, to Bastian he asked until the morning and would think of a way to get out of the house, then would not go back there.

Bastian agreed, saying he would wait for his best friend in that place.

Ansel laid his body on a foam mattress that was certainly not as comfortable as his room. In the big house of the father, he and his mother did get the luxury that was there. It's just that both of them can't go anywhere, let alone show themselves outside the house.

Ansel had several brothers, who of course also did not acknowledge his existence. Because he was born of a different woman.

The clink of the phone located on the table made Ansel turn to the source of the sound. He was sure that it belonged to Mr. Handi who was either intentionally or unintentionally, left there.

Ansel picked it up, there was no password preventing him from opening the messaging app, which he then read. 'Nephew in the village, ' the man gave a name.

Uncle Han, sorry to have just given you the news. I didn't work with my uncle. Now that I was at the airport, my overseas boss asked me to come back soon. Titip my mother and sister yes, Uncle. Please don't tell them I'm back there.

The long message made Ansel understand, maybe this is the young man from the middle village of Mr. Handi later. He then read all their conversations from the beginning, explaining that the man called uncle, offered a job as a bodyguard for his master's youngest daughter.

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The next morning Ansel came out of the male employee's room, not only did Mr. Handi, some of the domestic workers who took care of his master's garden and pets, also inhabit the same place. Just being in a different room.

Ansel began to observe, every worker in this house has his own room. And what Mr. Handi said last night, if he wants to work here, he will also be given a private room.

It seemed, staying a few days in this place was not a bad choice for him to live with.

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Ansel clucked in annoyance. By attaching the phone in his hand to his ear, the man moved away to the back garden to chat with his best friend. "I haven't gotten anything yet, Bas. With me staying in this house for a while, I can sneak back into the study" she said.

Bastian ranted, the man reminded him that the owner of the house they were visiting was no ordinary person. He could die if he was caught.

Ansel thought for a moment. "Just for the next few days, after that I'll leave under the pretext of not working here."

"But you're gonna show me your face."

"That's not important."

"Yes God. You're the son of his business rival, remember that."

"Nobody knows that I am one of the four Bagaskara brothers, my papa will not announce it."

Silent. Bastian was no longer heard making a sound, nor did Ansel choose to remain silent for some time.

"Then, what are you doing all this for?"

"My mother." Ansel's determination was already unanimous when mentioning the woman. "After this plan is successful, I will ask for our rights and take my mother away."

Bastian seemed resigned, the man then advised to contact him immediately if anything happened. Ansel also agreed.

Ansel turned off his phone, put it in his pants pocket. As he turned to return to his room, he was stunned by the presence of someone who was stepping slowly closer to him.

Justin Achazia Adley, owner of the giant company Adley Group. Ansel too often read information about him that spread in the news. But, was it true that the middle-aged man before him was the same person?

From the photo on the news page that contained his name, the man in front of him looked much younger. And his battle that seemed so dignified, made him not dare to reach his face.

Immediately, Ansel lowered his head, faced directly with the man made his courage run away somewhere.

"Who are you?" The man asked. And Ansel Bagaskara, frozen in place, raised his head with a little bit of guts still left.

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Netizen: That Babang Hinge met papi Entin kok ciut terbik thor, how to be the mantunya. 😒

Author: Etolong that I know the name Ansel has passed seven full moon, do not be called sodara-sodara.😌

Netizen: We are not sodara.🙄

Author: yes too.🥲

But naturally Bang Ansel behaved so, who did not see papi Entin, Samuel aja his teeth cross two.

Netizen: Who has forgotten.🤔

Author: Read it again in Mang Atun.

Netizen: Promotional tool.

Author: Yes, let me pay haha.

The monmaap is please underlined by a sentence that states Papi Entin looks much younger, because he rejected the point tuwa.