I Hate My Bodyguard's

Episode 30 of Paris in Blue, Germany in Yellow

PARIS

Frans returns to Paris in utter destruction, and he never dreamed that Chelsea would end his engagement in such a way that it would be as if man were an inanimate object with no feelings, until freely on off he thought, there was hatred and resentment enveloping his heart especially to Mark who had embarrassed himself bringing Chelsea arbitrarily from Club "Who he think He Is! (He thinks he's who!)" He thought with anger.

The first day was a little bit can be passed with not so poignant, Frans still weighing that indeed Chelsea was married but a broken heart can not compromise.

On the second day it was only really empty so heart-piercing, and realized Chelsea dumped him just like that. "It's not that easy, baby!" he muttered while writing a message through WA, hoping his fiancee responded and rightly still read it he thought, long time he looked at his phone long ago but apparently Chelsea just read it his mind again frustrated, frustrated, though it was Mark who read it when Chelsea was taking a shower at that time.

Long time no response, as frenzied Frans screaming rampage disrupting his study.

"You ruined my life, damn it! my tesist lost his idea and I died unable to think!" All the goods slammed, the pictures of Chelsea and himself thrown until it broke scattered on the floor, nothing was left there, nothing was there, everything was falling apart from the laptop and everything that was previously arranged on the freefall table was unceremonious.

Not long before Frans sat down on the floor, his face tangled and hair disheveled, like someone had left dead that day was really his farewell so stifling chest, he felt himself already very humiliated, he was very humiliated, not accepting everything that has happened. "Women don't know they're lucky!!!" he shouted, Frans continued to rumble while pulling his hair just a bottle of Wiskey who faithfully accompanied him at that time, "You make me Crazy." he said towards the photo of Chelsea who seemed to pose a very sweet smile.

As the day wore on, Frans laid himself on the floor, visibly drunk and exhausted, still groping and shaken. "You have to go back, take responsibility for my life!" shouted again.

"Fuck your marriage!" , "Mark! You have to give me my chelse back!" again Frans continued to scream without anyone in the house that could calm him, because indeed he had lived a year apart with his Fathers who were not far away still in the area, he said, and the house he bought for later living with Chelsea.

Two hours Frans remained lying in the same position, until finally he tried to stand with all his strength because his stomach felt nauseous to vomit, and finally he tried to stand up, since arriving at his home indeed he had no appetite he drank and drank, hoping Chelsea called him but did not.

Frans staggered to drag his body into the bathroom and vomited violently on the toilet, after feeling good Frans headed to the garage intending to get some fresh air and meet Merry a close friend of Chelsea in Paris.

The day shows at 7 pm, Frans driving his car between conscious unconsciousness, the head still felt heavy but one thing he knew that this time he needed someone he could talk to or perhaps who could help him, "Minimal Merry should know, you should know, I can ask Merry to bring me to Chelsea" he thought.

Frans again observed all the messages in his WA appeared Chelsea no longer have a profile picture WA "Ah! he's blocking my WA!" inwardly, again the reality was scratching a bitter taste mixed with anger in his "Sial You Mark! let's see!" frans muttered unconsciously he increased the speed of his car while trying to call Merry.

Merry picked up her call and started greeting her, "Hello Frans, tumben?" his tone hinted at a sense of wonder because Frans never called. "Yeah! Sorry I need help! (Help me)" answered Frans, "OK....?" merry replied curiously, "I'm at your place Mer, can I?", "Hmm...Yes Chelsea but with you? she didn't tell me, but you went to Germany?", continued Merry again, "Yes..she went back to her husband." Frans replied bitterly, "What!!!! I don't understand! is he married?" Merry screamed in shock, apparently Chelsea did not tell about his time to Merry his close friend on campus.

"Ok ok come! safe drive!" continued Merry with a confused tone then the girl heard a loud bang accompanied by the sound of a brake that was forced to be stepped on.

"French!!!... HEY....Buddy!!! Are you okay??" half hysterically Merry yelled out Frans and there was no answer.

Twenty minutes later Merry received a call back from Frans's number, and Merry picked it up with a sigh of relief, "I think you hit something!" he was huffed, "Good night Miss, we're from the police, are you brothers or maybe there's a connection with Mr. Frans Mc Kyler? he was a great accident and we escorted him to Rs. M" apparently not Frans who called, Merry fell limp, "I'm going there sir, is he okay?" he asked anxiously, "Come quickly Miss, good night." Then the police hung up the phone.

Merry finds Frans lying in the ICU still in a coma, his face covered in bandages only one of his eyes is not, as well as glimpsed, Frans' body is full of wounds and, "Tidaaaak!!!!" Merry cried hysterically at the sight of Frans' right leg amputated, however Frans was a good man in his eyes, "Frans Banguun!!!" his screams while unconsciously hugging, but swiftly the nurses calmed him, Merrypun was pulled one of the nurses out of the room, because the ICU room was intended to just look and not provided a seat to guard.

Merry sat still sobbing in front of the ICU room, his heart was sad to see Frans's condition was so alarming, then Merry immediately contacted Chelsea, because it did not know the Frans family phone number.

While sobbing Merry called Chelsea, as Chelseapun raised it. "Hello Sweetie, why are you crying?" Chelsea immediately sensitized because the sobs of her best friend were heard, it is so usually Merry often vent because of the actions of Bryant her cheating lover. "There's so much more to Bryant!!! Say it!" chelsea asked again in an annoyed tone, while Mark looked at the same Chelsea full of curiosity, Chelsea said Merry said towards Frans without making a sound, hinting Merry call, Markpun nodded while continuing to eat his dinner, he said, apparently they were having dinner at the time.

Suddenly Chelsea took off his fork to sound like a fast hit the plate, Markpun was shocked, his wife seemed shaken to hold back the cry without a word said from him, Markpun shocked, before long he hung up his phone and put his phone down with a clumsy attitude down.

Mark was momentarily stunned to see the drastic change of his wife, Chelsea looked confused, Markpun responded, "Merry must have said something that sucks his heart" thought Mark, lalundia stopped eating and went over to Chelsea who looked at him bitterly, Chelseapun immediately greeted Mark hugged him tightly and spilled his cry on her husband's chest.

Mark was fixated in confusion but stroked his wife's head gently, allowing Chelsea to shed her grief. Mark peeped his wife's head again and again to calm her down, "Frans is in a coma, he's in a freaking accident" Chelsea finally said something her cries became more and more, he had paid little heed to Mark's response and hoped Mark would understand the sadness of his heart at this time, even though he knew Mark had just been jealous of Frans last night, hugged Mark more tightly, "Please don't mean anything else about my crying, dear" she asked softly.

"ah! The Poor Man." Mark replied with a deep breath, his heart feeling concerned at the news, hoping it wasn't because of the separation with his wife that Frans had her inner accident.

Mark grabbed his wife's chin, kissed her soft lips, "Akupun is concerned with her dear, I am sorry to hear that" he continued, full of concerned gazes, Chelsea hugged him again his mixed feelings between being hit to hear the situation Frans who for him was a man who was so patient and lovingly doting on him while in Paris, but there was relief to also find her husband empathizing with Frans, but this afternoon just told her to block Frans' number.

Mark hugged her, led her back to the dinner table, "Waste your meal, or want to talk?" Chelsea shook her head, "Company me to the beach, honey?" Chelsea stopped her husband's steps, she felt full, her mind was completely out of whack, hoping Mark would accompany her to breathe the beach air, Mark turned his head while nodding his head in agreement, Chelsea turned to pull her husband's hand towards the door to the back garden.

Removed Mark's hand, Chelsea sat down and laid her body on the beach near the pool, her gaze fixed to the sky decorated with stars flashing very beautifully and then the open sea right in front of her calmed her heart a little, while Mark was trying to understand, he still stood watching the same thing his wife did, "Want to drink Honey?" Mark offered his wife a drink, "Beer please darling, thank you" Chelsea replied as she stared at her husband's attention, Markpun rushed in to pick up a cooler box containing several Beer cans inside.

Long both are silent, lying apart on the beach chairs arranged side by side, the hands of the two are holding each other tightly enjoying the pounding waves that are getting clearer and clearer night.

"I have to go see him?" Chelsea glanced at her husband with a look for approval, Mark was silent for a moment, because the day after tomorrow he thought he was celebrating their marriage.