Fake Bodyguard's

22

Tonight, Ansel was in a room that was much more comfortable than before. But it was impossible that if the young man did not feel uneasy, the Master might already know who he really was.

Ansel was indeed too stupid because he was in such a hurry to make the decision to leave this house. Since Uncle Handi told me that Justin again asked for his origin, which is known as the nephew of the man. Ansel thought his master who was not an ordinary person would have been suspicious.

His uncle said Justin asked to be shown a photograph of Askara, the only thing he used to identify his nephew. Justin certainly knows it's not a portrait of him.

In the midst of his turmoil to stay or choose to jump over the window and run away from it, the ringing of his mobile phone vibrated not much, making him wonderfully surprised.

Call from Bastian, he picked it up. The question of the man is always the same. "Yes, it's I'm still alive" replied Ansel, whose frustration was mounting inexplicably.

"I can't access the cctv at Adley's residence, did you replace it?"

The question made Ansel rubbed his face with one hand, the man was still sitting on the edge of the bed unsettled. "I didn't do anything" he said weakly.

Across there, Bastian was heard cursing, he immediately guessed what his best friend was hiding.

"Wait for what else? You need to get out of that house!"

"No!"

"Are you crazy!"

"I'm going crazy."

Bastian sounded frustrated across the phone line, which he stuck to his ear. Ansel closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of his decision that would not escape from there.

Ansel then told about the allegations that his cover was already exposed, a very reasonable suspicion and he believed the truth.

"I'll come get you. NOW!"

"Bastian." Slowly Ansel called his best friend's name, he seemed to forget there was one more person who turned out to care so much about him. "You don't have to do that" he added.

"You can die!" Bastian again persuaded the man to think once more.

"Leave it, Bas. Let me die here, at least it's more honorable than having to escape."

Bastian still sounds ranting. Ansel sighed, saying that he would be fine, the young man did not have to worry about it.

***

"Congratulations, Mr. Dwitama." Justin reached out his hand, congratulating the man for his victory.

They were still in the meeting room, the higher-ups who congratulated the group leader Bagaskara first, almost emptied the place and left Justin and his twins who chose to go out first.

Dwitama looks happy for his victory. Whether too clever to hide a sense of disappointment, Justin just seemed ordinary. And that certainly makes Dwitama a little suspicious of his calm.

"The idea you gave the client is amazing, sir. I'm impressed." Justin gave a compliment.

A moment Dwitama was silent, digesting whether the sentence was a satire or indeed sincere the man gave. "You feel familiar with my idea?" angled.

Justin frowned, pretending not to understand. "Of course I also had time to think about it, considering our client is a religious expert. But carrying the concept of sharia hotels, I did not dare to propose it. Once again congratulations to you, Mr. Bagaskara. Whoever's the great man behind your idea, convey my pride."

Justin smiled sincerely. When Dwitama volunteered for the presentation first, he thought he would get a fraud or at least a similarity of ideas that would hurt him. But it turned out that the man had instead proposed a different concept, even from all the existing candidates.

Dwitama only smiled lightly in response to that, the look on his face seemed to think. And of course Justin knows what he is thinking.

"Ah yes, one more Mr. Dwitama." Justin, who was about to walk away, said again. "A circus lion stuck in my cage, did you tame it?"

Dwitama was stunned, surprised of course. He seemed confused as to what to say.

"Lend me a minute to play around a little. I'll return it soon." After saying that, Justin turned around. Not yet had time to step away, Dwitama finally made a sound.

"You need to know, Mr. Justin. As the circus lion grows, its killing instinct is still there. You better be careful." Dwitama can read what his third son did.

Justin looked back and smiled. "You certainly know better, who the prey is."

***

After attending class today, Sena said goodbye to her friends who were still gathered in the cafeteria to go home first. He told Ansel to wait in the parking lot, the gang of prospective ghosts always excited if the man met them.

This time Sena did not have to worry anymore with Bari and his friends. Avoiding the glass-throwing demands that resulted in his guard getting some stitches, the young man asked for a peaceful path by abolishing his agreement with Sena.

Of course Sena became the party who benefited from the incident, Sena also felt more guilty about it.

"Gue males back." Sena said as Ansel opened the car door for the girl.

Ansel thought for a moment. "Want to go somewhere, Miss?" bargained for.

Sena nodded. "Have a recommendation?"

"I don't know what place you want to go."

"I don't think I'm going to the bar for long."

"That place can't make it to your destination list." Ansel reminded.

"Gue kidding."

"Not funny."

"Not everyone's kidding has to be funny, Cell. Make it melt the atmosphere. I think you pas was born wearing kanebo yes, very stiff." Sena grumbled at length, then got into the car in a messy mood.

"So somewhere?" While putting a seatbelt on her body, Ansel asked.

"Males, don't know where to go. Go home."

"Non Sena?"

"You can just sit in front, I'm not your driver."

Sena who was indeed occupying the back seat then leaned her body. "Lo's still my bodyguard isn't he?" Very rude, he continued in his heart.

"Last you said no." Ansel answered."

Sena remembered the statement, she then clucked violently, moved to the front seat without getting out of the car.

Ansel retreated his body, slightly holding back a smile as the girl was already sitting in his place. "I'm kidding."

Sena turned the ball off guard. "God!" grunts.

The man laughed, then offered again whether the lady wanted to go with him. But the girl accused him of kidnapping her.

"Kidnap young lady the youngest daughter of a wealthy family? What a great idea."

Sena. "There's also lo that I kidnapped," he said. "Never helped mengginjek gas fitting again nyetir lo ya," threatened the girl.

Ansel laughed again, continuing to drive to take the lady to where she had been.

"Garden?" Sena got down from the car, frowning watching the vast courtyard filled with various kinds of trees and flowers. The children's games seem to be full of citizens visiting there.

"Miss tells me to go where I like. This is the place I like." Ansel explained after locking the car and taking notice of their surroundings.

Sena stepped her feet towards the long bench without a backrest, quite quiet because it was far from the children's game located in the middle of the park. "Why do you like parks?"

"Because here I see a lot of pictures of happy families."

That answer made Sena laugh a little. "My family never went to the park, but they were happy" he said.

"You've never been to a park? Too bad." Ansel looked regretful as he said that sentence, as if it was so much a loss to pass up. "Since I've been wanting to go to the park with my mom, and dad. Chasing one ball with my brothers on the pitch there.

Sena fell silent, looking at the handsome face of Ansel who was focused on looking at the field he mentioned. Is that the ideal of Ansel Bagaskara?

Suddenly Ansel turned his head, finding Sena's two fast-moving bolamata, as he caught the girl staring at him.

"If I convert a garden into my faforit, then what kind of place do you like?" Ansel asked.

Sena who had been throwing her face since the man turned her head and thought. "Maybe Bar," he replied of origin.

Ansel smiled, returning his gaze to the children playing the romp at the end there.

"This thing you like, and what do you hate?" Sena asked. Who knows, they might find common ground between them. I don't know what to do, I just want to.

"Peace," Ansel replied which made Sena look back at him.

"Why crowds?"

"Because in such a place, I have to pretend to be comfortable."

Sena form a furup o with his mouth without making a sound, it makes sense also the answer.

"Miss yourself, what do you not like?"

The question made Sena think. "What yes, a lot of the hell. But for now I don't like you, either" he said.

Ansel was surprised. "Why me?"

"Because you are the only human being who has taught me that not all the beauty on this earth I can have."

"meaning?"

***

Netizen: That's what Thor means.

Author: I don't understand, I'm the same father as the child when it's difficult to understand.

Netizen: Language lu altitude whereas your brain ganyampe yes.

Author: Jan salahin, Salahin Papi Entin. Jan appeared again in her, dizzy I think of the dialogue.

Netizen: thereaa yes rich author like this 😒😒

Author: 😂😂😂

Jan forgot to help lopein Bang Jino in i n n o v e l yaaa. Help lope prayerang 😂😂

Meet again date one yes gesss all new story promo next to later. Help me again yaa.

Happy new yearuu jan forgot to sayin met birthday for me who was born fitting people busy firecrackers. Healthy as a long life for all of you

Sena beautiful doang and gapunya what skills.

Ansel was born perfect but not recognized as his father

This is Papi Entin who refused the old