Laila Bodyguard Surveyed

Laila Bodyguard Surveyed
31. He's handsome



The next day, right on Friday, after cooking, Laila appears to be cleaning up at Arga's house even though Arga doesn't tell her to.


"It looks like all the ART work in this house you have bought, if you add up maybe your salary will be doubled, is that why you are doing all this?" asked Arga who suddenly approached Laila.


"Astaghfirullah Mr. Arga, I understand this sincerely, after all I can not continue to sit without activity, not like Arga sir who is always relaxed, always relaxed, maybe the white horse has been random as long as Arga sir is not there," grumbled Laila.


"I can control the white horse in my own way, ah already I want to eat first, it feels like my stomach has started to be hungry, let's eat with me" asked Arga.


"I ate, sir,"


"Then accompany me to eat" said Arga.


With a heavy heart Laila also accompanied Arga to eat.


"Where is Ranti?" laila asked Arga who was sitting in the dining room.


"Mom again rest in the room, later you accompany mama eat yes," pinta Arga.


"Yes, boss" replied Laila.


"From now on you can call me Arga, don't use the boss's call" Arga said.


"Why?"


"Because. because.i.today consider you as a close friend," answered Arga looking for an excuse.


"Okay.no problem, Arga!" laila.


***


Arga getting ready for Friday prayers to the mosque. "Brake!" call Arga.


"Yes.what's up!" sahut Laila's.


"You please ask Lastri where she put my sarong cloth," pinta Arga.


Laila immediately carried out Arga's orders. Shortly thereafter Laila came carrying a sarong cloth on Arga.


"Thank you" said Arga.


"Together,"


***


Laila was standing in the glass window of the second floor of Arga's house. Just then he saw Arga who had just returned from the mosque.in a white Sturdy shirt, and her scabbard. Laila's eyes focused on Arga who looked handsome when she returned to Friday prayers. As soon as Arga opened the peck, Laila's unblinking eyes looked at him. "Maasyaa Allah, why did I realize that he was really handsome, where have my thoughts been, astaghfirullah! Laila! sober up! he's your boss, don't make it up, "inner Laila who's arguing with her little heart.


Laila felt strange about herself, "Why is my heart pounding, astaghfirullah. I seem to be unwell" Laila said, blinking her eyes.


"Why stand in front of the window?" asked Arga who was suddenly behind Laila.


"I.again.again.."


"I saw clearly that you were looking at me from this window like you were looking at a prince who had just returned from war" Arga said, cutting off Laila's conversation.


Laila fell silent at Arga's words. She was embarrassed that Arga knew. "I'm a fool, if I'm so good I should be" Laila grumbled inwardly.


"Don't be sad, I saw the outside, not you" elak Laila and walked straight to her room.


Arga smiled to himself, "Still not saying anymore, but he was staring at me from this window," Arga said as she looked at the glass.


***


Lastri meets Arga who is relaxing while watching the ball. "Mas Arga, outside there are guests" said Lastri.


"Who?"


"Say her name is Afni" explained Lastri.


Arga also met Afni in the living room.


"You haven't been to a white horse lately, so I think you're sick, so I'm here, as a friend, it's only natural that I'm worried" said Afni staring at Arga.


"I'm fine, tomorrow I'll be there" Arga said.


The atmosphere seemed silent, Arga only fell silent while busy with his HP.


"Arga, we have not played chess for a long time, playing yok, than we are just quietly-dwelling gini" Afni proposed.


Arga agreed, because he was interested in playing.


Arga and Afni play chess. Until Arga sometimes laughs off when Afni loses.


Laila accidentally passes by and sees Arga who seems engrossed in playing chess with Affni.


Laila's eyes felt uneasy seeing the two were busy playing. "Whenever you come here just to play chess, where it's loud again, I can't read a book in the room, the sound is heard everywhere," Laila grumbled in her heart.


"It looks like we have to move to get rid of the woman" said Lastri who was suddenly behind Laila.


"Astaghfirullah Lastri.. ngagetin aja deh, what are you doing here?" ask Laila.


With a serious face monitoring Arga and Afni, Lastri thought of something. "We will both compete sportively to get the love of Arga, so we must work together to expel the woman from this house" said Lastri seriously.


Laila gaped at the words of Lastri, "We? you are alone, I did not participate in the competition you won the heart of Arga," said Laila.


"Udahlah Laila, I know that if you like the same Arga mas, the proof is that now you are watching those who play chess, you must be worried that Arga will be tempted by the woman right," lastri continued, increasingly pressing Laila.


Laila sighed, "Lastri.I looked at them because I was disturbed, I read books in the room again, but because of their noise I got distracted," Laila lamented at Lastri.


Laila decided to read outside the house, precisely in the front garden. Suddenly someone came with five baskets of fruit.


"Excuse me, I want to deliver the shipment from Mr. Rendra to Bu Ranti, this is Bu Ranti's house right?" ask a man.


"Yes right" answered Laila.


Laila also received the delivery of the fruit. So much he was unable to lift himself until Lastri had to intervene to help him.


Laila saw the letter attached to the fruit basket, she took it to give to Miss Ranti.


Laila and Lastri faced Bu Ranti while carrying all the fruit baskets.


"Mom, this is a delivery from Mr. Rendra, and this is the letter" said Laila while giving the envelope to Ms. Ranti. Miss Ranti started opening the letter.


First love poem


My first love..


remember where we met first


remember the handkerchief I gave you first


Even though time has separated us


but my heart is still on you


The terasi sambal and the jengkol stew are silent witnesses of our love written in history


your cooking is the best of my life


come back to me


My love Ranti's


Reading the letter made Bu Ranti rise in blood, she tore up the letter containing the old-school poem.


"For what else did he send this trash to my house, this poem is also really embarrassing, did he not remember his old age, that shitty male base," merrily Bu Ranti who looked angry. Laila and Lastri were just silent to see Miss Ranti angry herself.