FORCED TO MARRY MY PERSONAL BODYGUARD

A strange feeling

After Bibi leaves, Michel directly contacts her Papi to inquire about the ready who will replace her aunt to take care of all the homework.

"Hello Pih. when will Papi send someone to replace Bibi here" asked Michel without further ado.

"Papi has asked Papi's men to find people to replace aunty, but papi does not want people who carelessly replace aunty, so it will definitely take a long time" explained Mr. Farhan, who was not a child, who was not a child, he could already guess that his daughter would definitely contact him directly.

"It's been Pih.. don't have to use everything, the important thing is that the person can work, anyway for a while also" Michel protested.

"No Chel... Papi does not want to hire people carelessly, Papi can not just trust each other" Pak Farhan again gave an excuse.

"But pih... later who is doing homework and preparing food" asked Michel confused.

"Yes for a while you have to do all that" replied Papi lightly but heavily for Michel.

"Whattt who really aja Pih... when I have to take care of a house this big, Papi will know myself I never say rich things that, anyway I can not cook" Grutu Michel.

"Therefore you must learn from now on, you must get used to doing everything yourself, do not rely too much on others, you are married, you are married, it is appropriate that you do your duty as a wife" said Mr. Farhan firmly.

"But Pi.." protested Michel.

"Later to talk again about this problem, papi will immediately contact you if you have got a suitable replacement.

Oia Chel's.. Papi and Mami can not return to Jakarta in the near future, because Our work here is still not finished, you take good care of yourself, and obey your husband" mr. Farhan said again and immediately ended his call without waiting for Michel's answer.

"But Pih.. hello.. Hello Pih I haven't finished talking yet" cried Michel annoyed.

"But actually-bener nyebelin.. why the hell my life so rich gini, until when the hell I rich gini continue, I want to be rich free first again" grumbled Michel while walking to his room, and he was still in his house, when he arrived in the room he immediately threw his bag on the bed with a pouting face, at that time Daffa was already in the room first, he was staring at his laptop screen while sitting on the sofa cross-legged to do the task sent by Mr. Farhan who had been sent by email, he glanced at Michel at a glance and refocused on his work, he said, he could already guess what upset Michel.

Just as Michel was about to land his body on his bed, suddenly there was a knock on the door from the outside, both of Michel's eyeballs immediately sparkled, he thought that it was an aunt who did not come home, Michel hurriedly opened the door of his room but when he opened it was Fahri who was behind the door, Michel was really disappointed in that.

"Chel. aunty where the hell, the tumben is not at home, in the kitchen there is also no food, Kaka hungry want to eat" asked Fahri confused, confused, he had just returned from college and was very hungry.

"Aunti no longer go home" replied Michel quickly did not want to linger talking to his brother.

"It's now you make food for brother, brother laper really" pinta Fahri.

"Have a ranch, make it myself, I'm my sister's maid" Michel refused.

"Emangnya you have forgotten, you still have the same debt brother" said Fahri again.

"What debt...? I don't feel like I owe you a brother" Michel argued.

"You don't pretend to forget, you asked Big Brother to come to your birthday party, and you promised to do all your requests for one week, you have not paid your debt at all because you wanted to marry, and now you want to bill the promise right now" Fahri explained to remind Michel.

"Geez...why did I forget the same promise I made to brother Fahri, damn it I" murmured Michel in Heart.

"Wait what else, Let's quickly bikini food for Brother, brother wait in the room now yes, do not use long" said Fahri who immediately returned to his room with a satisfied smile, when else could he prank his sister.

"Damn my life." cried Michel annoyed.

"Sister Fahri asked me to make food for him, but I can't cook" Michel said with a frown.

"Yes, let me help you cook" asked Daffa

"Of course you can cook." asked Michel hesitantly.

"Slightly." answered Daffa as he went through Michel to go to the kitchen, and then Michel followed Daffa from behind.

arriving at the kitchen Daffa immediately opened the refrigerator and took the ingredients he needed.

"You peel this out and then you slice the ingredients, I'll prepare the other ingredients." Daffa gave the onions, chili and his friends to Michel.

Michel still seemed confused by it, this was the first time he entered the kitchen to cook, usually he went into the kitchen to take food.

"Aw.." sizzled Michel as his hand bled from a knife.

When Daffa was shocked to hear Michel's cry, he immediately approached Michel to see his condition.

"What's wrong" asked Daffa kwartir.

"my finger has a knife" Michel replied, narrowing his eyes to hold the pain while pointing his index finger at Daffa, Daffa grabbed Michel's hand and sucked Michel's index finger and threw away the blood in his mouth, he did it over and over again, Michel was stunned to see Daffa do all that, he said, Daffa looked panicked and also worried about him.

"Is it still sick" asked Daffa to break Michel's daydream.

"A little bit" Michel replied still staring at Daffa who was busy treating his wounds.

"So soon, I'll get you a plaster first" Daffa said.

After getting his plaster, Daffa again grabbed Michel's hand to put the plaster on Michel's finger, while gently blowing his wife's finger, to reduce the pain, just this time he felt the attention of a man who looked very sincere.

"You'd better sit down, let me finish all this on my own" Daffa said after finishing treating Michel's wounds.

"Nothing, my hand is not too sore, which other thing I should do" Michel felt bad if he did not help Daffa after what Daffa did earlier.

"Well, now you stir-fry these herbs, let me slice the seasonings for other dishes, but you're careful" said Daffa, worried about letting Michel cook for himself.

"Yes." replied Michel briefly.

With the direction of Daffa, Michel started the stove and put the spices into a frying pan, Michel looked scared when faced with all that, he was very afraid if his hands or face were exposed to hot oil splashes, immediately Michel's forehead and neck seemed to sweat because of the heat.

Witnessing that, Dafa immediately approached him, he immediately took the initiative to tie Michel's unraveled hair, so that Michel did not feel stifled.

"You're saying something" Michel said in shock as Daffa's hand touched his hair.

"I want to tie your hair, you better be quiet and attention to your cooking, do not be gosong, you calm down I will not do anything with you" said Daffa who was busy tying Michel's hair on top, he took a hairband that was circular in Michel's left hand, Michel's neckline looks perfectly, looks very white accompanied by fine hairs on the back of the neck.

"Suddenly Michel's heart was beating so fast when Daffa's hand touched his hair, his feelings were suddenly not bad, as well as Daffa, he felt something strange in his heart, feelings that had never existed before, both dissolved in their respective minds and mutually denied their feelings for each other.