Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

The End's

"What are you doing, honey?" The brother who had just locked the door immediately sculpted because he saw the brother who was stopped was bending his knees beside the bed.

The back is stretched until the head is straight with the floor. The head turns to the right, left, and turns to all sides under the bed. "CCTV, Mom."

The brother who felt strange about the behavior of the people tonight, just shook his head. "When you meet, tell me where it is! Let my position be good on camera."

"You want to live stream, Mas?" search Kristy relax.

"Can. Let them be satisfied. They must be curious. I'll prove that I don't lose to the next door." Brother said very calmly. "She'll check if there's a flying cockroach! Who knew it was a drone delivery reader."

Kristy wakes up from her anti-mainstream position. "Actually the main character here who, 'sih? Why are they talking to us? It should be the same next door," said Kristy as he stretched his back that felt sore.

"Sit here!" brother orders while patting the left side of the bed he occupied.

"Pijitin, Mum! Why am I like a granny like this?" oceh Kristy pays for the romantic atmosphere. Usually if the man calls to sit, it will give a massage that makes the woman feel flattered. Well this, it makes the lips carve a small arch.

"My secret admirer, I'd like to learn romance as you do it's hard, huh?" honestly brother while stomping his shoulders and creeping on Kristy's back.

"Call my name, Mom! How am I tickled her," I'm Kristy, stalling her neck to the left and right.

"I'm actually awkward too. But .. we have to learn. We are now husband and wife. I want to treat you like a man to the woman he loves."

The confession made Kristy's heart seem to stop in a few seconds. He who originally spoke the origin, became restraining the word. He realized if the man who is now behind him is inviting to explore the feelings. No longer as a brother and sister who like to joke, but the romantic discussion as a couple.

Slowly Kristy turned around. He did not dare to face directly. The angle he chose was only ninety degrees. Some time, he was loyal to the position of bowing. In fact, the word froze. "Mas, I .. also want to learn to love you like women and men who were not previously brothers."

Brother is too sensitive to the mouth of the sentence that Kristy said. He shuffled from sitting. After distancing himself from the bed, he chose to rest. The fingers of the wife he held with a sincere heart. "From this moment, let's get acquainted from the beginning! I'm not a brother and you're not a sister. We are Aryan and Kristy."

Kristy was silent. It looks wrong behavior. Brother is very sweet. However, he used to behave so to his brother. This time, he was treated like that. Honestly, his heart was tempted, but somehow he felt clumsy.

"From this second I'll call me My S.A stands for My Secret Admiral. Let me make it easy to be Indonesian, Maisee. Hows it? Do you mind, Maisee?" Brother slightly raised Kristy's chin so that their gazes formed a straight line.

Kristy could only nod. He thinks it's crazy. It was completely unexpected that in the end, the man she secretly craved was now seducing her with affection in a halal relationship.

"Then, how are you going to call me? Don't Mas! It was already identical to Rud," Brother explained with a smile that further melted Kristy's heart.

Kristy gasps. He stuttered. "What do I want to call you, M-Mas?"

Brother upholds the body. He lifted Kristy's chin, which he let go for a moment. "I'm giving you five minutes to find a call dear to me."

The deadline made Kristy think harder. However, he was difficult to find an answer because his brain was disturbed by the beautiful scenery that lay ahead. Which woman can resist when faced with a checkered stomach. Unknowingly Kristy swallowed the saliva.

"Maisee ..." Brother raised the body of a woman who was drifting in perverted daydreams. He was looking at the beautiful image of the wife's face. They were silent, but the gaze did not stay a second away. It's getting closer and caught up in the turmoil.

The raut is getting smitten. Lips will soon have no distance in inches. Slowly eyes closed to each other. Instinct leads to demand that something soft intertwine with each other.

The attachment of two chewy objects began to mischievously. Awkward start, finally racing each other. The union did not stop there. Jemari started playing. Position also changed. Stand on the floor, move favourably in the bed. Spend the night in the roar of warm breath. Expect if the feeling that initially feels stiff can be more gentle.

Different rooms, there is a pair of newlyweds who are alone. They're both gasping. Both breaths are puffed up. No ... Mas Rud and the ayu girl were not enjoying the first night like Kristy and brother. The two of them, lost a lot of oxygen reserves because they were preoccupied with jokes. And now, they were hugging each other on the sofa with Mas Rud hugging the ayu girl from behind.

"Darling," called Mas Rud.

"Can we spend the night with something special?"

Ayu girl's mind has been carried away delusion. "I'm up to you, Mommy."

"Do you still keep the novel from me?"

The ayu girl frowned. It lost its direction. The purpose of his thinking and that of the man seems out of step. Then he slightly turned his body. "Hm. What's for?"

"Try to bring it here!" mas Rud's Order.

According to Mas Rud's orders, the ayu girl took what her husband wanted. The black-cover novel blends pink that he took from the drawer. The final step he returned on the lap of his beloved husband.

"What do you want with this novel?" ask the girl to find out.

Mas Rud's answer was not a series of sentences, but an action unthinkable. He opened the last page of the novel he wrote. In a circular arm position on the belly of the ayu girl and chin resting on the shoulders, he pointed at the line of words. "Darling, will you read it to me?"

Ayu girl nailing netra. He had never read the requested part. Slowly he opened his lips.

I took you with him. But if one day, God pleads for me to be with you, then ..."

Ayu girl stopped the sentence. He looked at the novel writer. The net changed softly. There is a haru that makes the feathers flow on the cheeks.

Gently, Mas Rud wiped away the tears that just suddenly represented the word. "I'm sorry! This is not really my prayer. However, it seems like God has outlined. Are you forgiving for writing that accidentally changed your status, honey?"

Ayu girl changed to wipe the clear circle of the husband. "Don't cry, Mom! I've been sincere about everything that's happened. Losing Mas Dion and getting you back is my destiny. I'm happy."

Two lovebirds, crying together. The first night is not struggling with melted sweat, but instead creates sadness. They hug each other.

"Mas, let's go over what has been outlined. We have to get through tonight like you want!" pinta girl ayu while taking off hugs.

Mas Rud embroidered a smile. He was happy to hear the confession of his heart. A nod he gave in response.

Forward a few minutes, setting the background back to the single son's room. On a medium-sized bed, three lives were resting on bodies that were hugging each other. Di-junior flanked by Mas Rud and the ayu girl. They looked at each other with smiles. At the same time they kissed their beloved son.

"In-junior love the same PaRud and Mama," said the son with his eyes closed. Whether he was delirious or conscious, he was obviously happy. There was a smile that he created.

Mas Rud and the ayu girl tightened the hand circle. They look at each other. Their eyes are talking. Love, that's the word that describes the feelings of both.

"Honey, thank you for all the love you give me without knowing the limits of the mistakes I've done." Mas Rud was heart-pointed.

"Mas, thank you for the sacrifices and struggles you have made. I'm lucky to get you again. Especially when I remember what you wrote on the last page of your gift novel, Mas. Honestly, I'm speechlees. It turns out your love is that sincere to me."

The two keep staring at each other. Their minds blended in the delusion, ringing in the writing on the sheet that the ayu girl had read, but it was not continued.

I took you with him. But if one day, God pleases me with you, then I will spend our first night in bed with your son. Really, I not only want to love you, but I hope my presence is for your happiness as a whole, and it will definitely be related to your baby. So, let me age with you and your son.

This is the end of my writing. A novel about the depth of taste of a Rud Dinata to Rosalia Citra Atmadja. May our love be eternal* forever.

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