Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

A Black Padlocked Box

An ayu girl with her black strands of hair down, was sitting dumbstruck on her dresser chair. The black clear bead, did not take the slightest look at an object lying on the table. The black box is padlocked, dwells sweet there. The square object with the size of the twenty-centimeter multiplication, seems to keep a secret. Without decoration, his mysteriousness seemed to be getting perfect.

Her pretty hands, repeatedly about to touch that thing, but it seemed like her heart was turbulent. It is between accepting or rejecting that desire. Helping a deep breath, he took it and then violently discarded. He turned his gaze in any direction, and returned again. The appeal of the box is greater than the thought of wanting to ignore it.

In the agitation, he chose to move from his seat. Stepping out of the background that made him attacked by a curious storm. Looking for fresh air that blows from the balcony of his room on the second floor. His net was perfectly closed, letting his mind further master.

When his mind began to spread all influence, his heart could no longer remain calm. He returned, turning back his steps towards the black box he was in. She opened her top dresser drawer. Take a small key and hold it.

A few seconds passed, he chose to open his fist. Look at the key and then move it with two fingers. "Is this a good time to unlock your secrets, Mom?"

A question that implies a memory that has long been left to settle a secret. I don't know what reason the box's background was left untouched, but there must be a story behind it.

Slowly the key found its contest. The right hole for an object that is set into its filler. With one turn, the barrier opened which became one of the reasons the box was left.

"Mas, if I open this box, will it change anything between us? I was afraid, there was a heart that would be hurt even if I didn't want that to happen," a murmur full of grief escaped from the white girl's mouth.

No answer was heard, for he did not speak to anyone there. He was talking to someone who was the giver of the box who had no idea where he was. Hearing the word Mas as his greeting, it can be ascertained if he is a man who most likely has a relationship related to feelings.

Slowly he opened the box, along with opening the spaciousness of his heart and feelings. A mind that has wandered in the exploration of space and time, presenting a series of past events. Apparently a novel that became the contents of the black box, floated the girl's imagination on the story four years ago.

Under the dimly lit rain, two human children descended from Adam and Eve were taking shelter from wetness. In a meatball shop, the warmth of the chatter broke the cold created from the roaring rain. An ayu girl and a man who had a sweet smile were sitting at one of the tables.

"Tomorrow, if you go out always have a jacket!" the man orders him to take off his jacket and cover the body of the girl next to him with the jacket.

"I don't like complicated, Mas" replied the girl with a grin of her smile.

"Rosa, honey, if you're sick I'm the more complicated one," I'm the sweet man's attentive.

"Well, I'm sick, if Mas takes care of me," the girl joked again about a topic that shouldn't be made for jokes.

"If you are still a wayward too, I do not hesitate to marry you now," said Mas, whose name is not yet clear.

The ayu girl called Rosa even wrestled spoiled in Masnya's arms. "You," he said with a flirting.

The sweet man ruffled the girl's hair. Smile and start talking. "You what?"

"Let's start our love adventure in the household frame of this place, this glass and this second as well!" pinta Mas is sweet with eyes that radiate seriousness.

"Mas propose? With a glass of orange juice? This is not romantic Mas, but stingy," replied Rosa with a style of ceplas ceplosnya, but it's precisely what makes a sweet Mas was in love.

"Hm, romance doesn't have to be expensive, honey. Would you like to be romantically challenged or proposed with something of fantastic value?" search the Mas with the arch on both of his lips perfectly raised.

"You are romantic plus fantastic value" Rosa replied with a smile.

Slowly the smile changed with another expression. The joke that emanated from the look on his face turned into seriousness.

"I want you to be by my side, Mas" I'm Rosa with her gentle gaze. "For me, you're priceless."

"For me too, you are a linked love without me ever being sure it could happen this beautiful. Our love starts from deja vu and merges because of the destiny that has been written by the Most Love," said Mas sweet as he grabbed Rosa's fingers, warming in his grasp.

"Our story is like a novel, huh, Mas?" rosa asked by looking at the links of the fingers of the two of them.

"Bikin yuk novel!" sweet is spontaneous.

Rosa scrunched her forehead, forming several lines that indicated she was asking for an explanation of what she had just heard.

"Make our wedding gift, yeah! My dowry." The sweet mas made Rosa even more confused but happy.

Rosa raised her little finger. "Promise?"

"Promise!" exclaimed Mas sweet by linking his little finger with the little finger of his lover.

Under the rain, patrolled the promise that would become a story later on. A novel that will change all the stories of a long journey of a hurt heart.

The ayu girl who was still staring at the novel stored inside the black box again let out a deep sigh. The last flash of the story that connected the novel before him made his heart re-spoken.

The beautiful memories apparently have an unpredictable continuation, whether it ends in laughter or grief. But seeing the look on the girl's face, it looks like she was wounded. The harsh reality that made him hesitate to leave the novel in its place and close it back or take it and start reading.

The silence that enveloped the room with a beam of white lights, no less quiet with the heart of the owner. Some time glued, finally the ayu girl took a black novel blending pink. "Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)" is the title of the novel that has been enthroned in his hands. Slowly start opening half the sheet and ...