Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

What to Answer?

Brother's call makes Kristy stop the trail she's about to make. His gaze led to someone he trusted as the owner of the heart. His forehead frowned, as he saw his eldest brother rise.

"Mas no need to deliver. I can go home by myself. Just rest!" kristy said as she embroidered the threads of smiles.

"Will you help me?" brother's request made Kristy wracked with curiosity.

"What help, Mom?" ask Kristy to remove the thirst for a solution to a case.

He pulled out a blanket that was still covering the lower part of his body. Slowly he got out of bed. The man, two centimeters tall above Mas Rud, walked out of the room towards the balcony.

Kristy tailed. He could read if there seemed to be something he should know, therefore he complied. Standing next to each other, they compactly looked at the distance.

"Kris, is it true that something I heard in the hospital?" my question was directly about purpose.

"Indeed, Mas Aryan heard what?" ask Kristy to relax.

Brother brings the body at nine o'clock. Kristy who is right on the left side, has not budged. "About how you feel about me."

Instantly, Kristy faced her brother. He gasped, but quickly arranged his heart so that calmness could be shown. "Feelings?"

"When my memory is wrong, my ears can still hear, and my brain stores even in a stage of confusion. However, when my memory returned, I was sure to ask this. Do you really love me?"

Kristy stutters. He did not expect that all the prayers he offered could be caught by my brother's sense of hearing. "How could you hear? Wasn't that moment you weren't conscious?"

"I'm sober, just asleep. Your voice woke me up. But I keep my eyes closed, because I want to hear the honesty that I have always considered only as a joke," explained my brother very clearly.

"Disregard what Mas Aryan heard!" kristy's orders act as if relaxed when the heart is beating strongly.

"I don't want to ignore the feelings of a woman who sincerely loves me, Kris."

Brother's confession makes Kristy not wince. Honestly, he was happy with the surprise, but he didn't want to expect more. He knows how the man he loves feels. In a state of amnesia he remembers his brother as his wife. But obviously it hasn't happened and won't even happen. But the deflection of reality is enough to prove that it is the highest dream.

"It is better to be neglected than to be reciprocated with a sense of unwaveringness, Mas."

There was a bitterness lingering in the answer Kristy gave. It is as if to speak if loving yourself is better than being given a false status.

"Do you believe that the remedy of a self-loving heart is the same heart?" ask the brother with a soft look at the youngest brother of the Atmadja family.

"I don't need medicine, Mom. For me this love is not a disease." Kristy broke the sentence.

Brother needs time to go back knocking on the youngest sister's heart. The woman was as strong as her brother, holding on in silence. You can see a smile in all moods.

"Then, what do you need, Kris? Can I help you?"

"Mas sure?" ask Kristy to make sure.

"Very sure. Just like when you asked me to get up to mbakmu even though I actually know you're the one who wants me to live."

Kristy smiled. He wanted to make sure of something that he believed in but did not want to make his own decision. "Mas Aryan remembers everything?"

That smile was returned with a smile as well. " Yes, I remember that I had admitted Rosa as a wife. Amnesia bizarre. This doesn't make any sense. It's only right if Rud hits, maybe he thinks I'm on a show."

"This proves that Mas Aryan is a normal human being. Lips can deny, but the subconscious cannot bribe." Kristy patted the man's shoulder in front of her gently. "Most amnesia makes a lot of sense. Don't be afraid of being scolded by Mas Rud. My brother's husband is jealous."

"Kris .. I'm ashamed to meet Rosa. I feel like I broke our promise. Would it be better if I left? He won't worry and I can be calm."

Kristy quickly replied, "No. Aryan can't go anywhere. I'll lose my role model if Mas disappears. Let's enjoy the heart of loving ourselves."

"Why don't you learn to be happy for each other?" papa who had just entered interrupted the chatter of two brothers without blood ties.

The two adults looked at it simultaneously. They compactly embroidered a smile and subconsciously gave the same answer, "We are no longer students, why should we study?"

"Because you two are still S-level, while papa is a professor of love."

"Professor is a jomlo?" sindir brother while raising both eyebrows together. He looked at Kristy for support.

"Looks like we're going to be around, Pa?" chirp Kristy to quip.

The man who had no age dispute away from the mother advanced the pace. He took each of his sons' right hands. Without a doubt, the two palms were arranged top down. "Kris, Papa proposed to you for papa's less beautiful son. Will you be ready to go"

Papa's sentence was cut immediately. He repeated what the father had just said. "Kris, we both know that our hearts are not united. However, I ask for your permission to enter the space that you wrote on my behalf. Although my honest race to you has not been sown, but I will grow it slowly. We just need time. So ... May I interfere with your time?"

Kristy was out of words. Being held in love by his brother and his father was something he never dared to imagine. So when it happened, he just flinched.

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Different places, Mas Rud who insisted on stepping even though it felt heavy, petrified when there was a cry calling.

"Om Rud, wait! Junior wants to come."

His feelings wanted to be petrified, but the little heart could not afford to ignore the son he loved. Slowly he turned around and walked closer by landing a smile. After the distance he cut, he dropped his knees on the floor and the little man he hugged lovingly.

"Boy ... Why did you wake up? Om see that you fell asleep," said Mas Rudaya, holding back the rumble that binds his heart.

"In-junior dream that Om Rud would leave. No, Om!" Clear crystals were dripping on Mas Rud's clothes nonstop. The son was crying.

Mas Rud gently rubbed the back belonging to the son of the girl ayu. There was a tremendous sense of turmoil that was spreading in his heart. The little boy made him flinch. There is an inner bond that is intertwined without them noticing.

"Honey, Om wants to go home first," replied Mas Rud after a long silence.

"No, Papa has to be here!" timpal Di-junior with tightening embrace.

"Papa?" Mas Rud repeated his little son's call.