I Love You, Mr. The bodyguard!

05 | Wrong Name

The sun wasn't too high yet, but Zavier was already drying his formal shirt and pants on the rock. He only wears boxer shorts with undershirts.

"When will it dry" he murmured lazily.

"Titip," Alishka appeared suddenly while putting on Zavier's suit that she borrowed last night, and now in a wet condition also because of drowning.

"My dress is wet too, what should I do?" Alishka confusion.

"Let go, sunbathe," Zavier replied without turning his head.

"I don't have a change of clothes, you idiot!"

"You think I brought it?"

Alishka jerks. Zavier's friendly disease is completely gone, now only the disease remains fierce.

"Done, then sunbathe. There's still a lot of places, you can use the others if you're embarrassed to see, okay?"

"Hm." Alishka moved to another corner of the island.

This island that did not know what its name might be small, but for him and Zavier who were only two people, it was already more than big.

Alishka's hand moved towards the zipper of her dress that was at the back. For a moment, he stopped. His eyes rolled like he was thinking.

Five seconds later, a wide smile rose on his lips. Rushing he stepped to the east side of the island—where Zavier sat waiting for his shirt and pants to dry.

"Zavier!" he called her half screaming.

"What?" Zavier who was sitting looked up at him without interest.

"Can you help me?" Alishka asked as gently as possible.

"What help?"

The girl sat in front of Zavier, turning her back to him.

"Take off the zipper" she asked.

With his face still equally flat, Zavier's hand moved in the direction in which the zipper was attached. "If you can't take off, you shouldn't wear this shirt" he said unfriendly.

"Then what? I have to wear a bodyguard like you?" reply Alishka ketus.

"Yaa .. not really," said Zavier. "It has. Now get out of here and hang on to your dress" she continued.

"Of course, thank you, Mr. Bodyguard~" Alishka stood up with a smile.

Either her veins were also stranded on another island again or how, she immediately took off her dress right in front of Zavier. However, the man chose not to see what was in front of him.

Finished taking off the dress, Alishka was about to leave from there to look for another place. He was only stepping when suddenly a crab appeared which made him spontaneously turn around and hit Zavier who was standing behind him.

Afraid, Alishka reflexively hugs Zavier— who thankfully doesn't fall after she gets hit. "Zavier I'm scared .." he said.

Both of Alishka's hands were tightly coiled on Zavier's strapping body.

"That-will be nothing" said Zavier. His eyes scanned Alishka's body from bottom to top; the man swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

"Get him, Zavier, get him out" Alishka said. His embrace was getting tightened, as if he did not want to take off his bodyguard.

Seconds by seconds passed. Both feet were like they were stuck in the sand. Now it is not only Alishka who seems reluctant to take off the hug, but Zavier too. The man's hand even stroked the back of Alishka who was not covered in any fabric—other than two pieces of underwear. His head was slammed in the recess of Alishka's neck, peering between the girl's long black mane.

Breezy wind so witness, two people who are carried away. While the little crab that scared Alishka was not playing, it was just passing by.

Zavier's bright brown eyes looked right at Alishka's dark chocolate bead. Both of them locked. Slowly but surely, the two approached each other until they could feel a puff of breath at each other.

***

Arshia was propped up on her chin at her desk. His mind again wandered out of nowhere. Meeting was almost chaotic if only Abhi—bosnya—tak immediately told him to rest.

"My feeling from earlier was not good, did something happen to Zavier? Brother Rhea too, why should I confiscate my phone? Cravings, what kind of cravings are those?" frangipani.

"Drink this."

Arshia looked up to the source of the voice. "Sir Abhi?"

"Have you heard from your lover?" ask Abhi.

Arshia shook her head weakly. "Not .... Even if there is, I still can't know because I don't have a cell phone."

The man with the thin sideburned face sighed. "Maybe you can call the boss and ask where your girlfriend is."

"Wear my phone" Abhi cut off while handing Arshia a black-cased flat object.

"Eh, Mr Abhi is serious?" asked Arshia plain.

"Handler." Abhi pulled his phone again. "Seriously, Arshia .. You're like anyone." He pushed that flat object again.

Abhi is actually quite a humorous man, only impressed cruel because of the shell. He and Arshia are also familiar like friends, because for years Arshia also worked as a secretary.

"Damn it, there's a problem" complained Arshia.

"What?"

"I don't know Zavier's boss's number."

"He works for the Akhtar family, doesn't he?"

***

The wind blew, hit and blew Alishka's hair. However, it does not make the link of these two pairs of lips detached.

As a first, Alishka could only follow Zavier's game. Undeniably, the girl was very nervous. He could feel a strong beating from his heart—which Zavier— might also be able to hear recalling the position of the two attached.

Zavier took off their link. The bright eyes of the man looked at Alishka. A line of sweet smiles rose on her lips for Alishka. Perhaps if it was seen, the girl's heart had already melted because of it.

Alishka's heart again beat uncharacteristically as Zavier brought their faces closer together. Eyes closed. Somehow Alishka's face looks today. He just knew the air around him was heating up. 

"I love you," whispered Zavier right in Alishka's ear, "I love you, Arshia," he continued.

The deg!

Like being hit by a large rock from a very high distance, the three words made Alishka's chest tight not play. Arshia's? Zavier said Arshia?

"Go!" Alishka encourages Zavier who is about to reunite their lips.

Almost the tall man strayed if he could not master the situation.

While Alishka hurriedly grabbed her dress lying in the sand after she threw—just used to cover her front body.

Alishka's chest rumbled. Not a pleasant strange feeling like that, but more to the anger mixed with tightness that also makes his breath go up and down.

Tears flowed from both corners of her eyes simultaneously. You idiot! Alishka was worried about what had happened just now.

"Ma-sorry-forgive me, Miss Alishka ...." Zavier's voice rang out.

The man stared at anywhere other than Alishka. A regretful look so appeared on his handsome face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said repeatedly.

Alishka collapsed into the sand and cried. Her long hands hugged the still very wet dress.

"Sorry, Alishka, sorry," Zavier sat down in front of Alishka as he put his hands together.

"Go you! Go!" alishka shouted in flames.

"Sorry, I'm not sting---"

"Go say! GO!" Alishka is hysterical.

Inevitably, Zavier stepped back and left the girl. Really, he didn't mean to do that to Alishka. Somehow, her eyes saw Alishka as Arshia. And that ... happened because of the accident. Reflexes, plus an atmosphere that seems very supportive.

It never occurred to Zavier, who would take advantage of the situation and do something embarrassing to his boss' daughter. Even with Arshia who had been her lover for many years, Zavier never did that. And on Alishka ... What if Agastya finds out?

He wouldn't be this sorry, if Alishka hadn't cried like that. I don't know why her eyes should see Alishka as Arshia. In fact, the two girls were very different from any side. Alishka is very tall, while Arshia is petite. The color and hairstyle are different. How did Zavier get the wrong look? Is this so much for Arshia that she sees others as her lovers?

"You fool, Zavier! You idiot!" maki Zavier on herself.

On the other hand, instead of subsiding, Alishka's tears just increased rapidly. Wh why? Why did this have to happen to her? Zavier did just that because ... thought he was Arshia?

The insolent! Very, very insolent! Just by thinking about it, the pain in Alishka's heart increased sharply.

"I know you only love her, but I'm me, not her! I'm not him, Zavier!" isak Alishka's.

Crushed. Zavier called Arshia's name, it was the most painful thing. Just imagine, someone you love, doing the usual thing lovers do just because .. he sees you as someone else he loves. How you feeling? That was roughly what Alishka was feeling right now.

"Arshia, wait and see, I will make Zavier never remember you again even in his dreams! Just look!"

***