Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Getting to Know Closer

The hot soccer field is the setting for the existence of Diozza Satya Wijaya. The captain of the sports team who was thick with the sprint, was wiping the sweat. Ninety minutes of fighting, made him quite exhausted.

"In, sure you don't want to take the chance to play professional football? Isn't this your dream?" A Dutch-Indonesian blaster-faced man investigates Di-junior's decision.

"Eitherway. I haven't asked Mom for permission."

"Fright mom's son, you. PaRud will allow. I'm sure of it" the young white man, about 178 centimeters tall, said. "Isn't your family very relaxed?"

Junior looked at the distance. "I don't want to make my mom remember the past."

"Your father died a long time ago, Di. Now there is PaRud who replaces him. I think your mama's gonna be okay." Ezrha, that's the name of the owner of the voice who kept pumping a Diozza.

Junior rose from his seat. He took a bottle and left. "My face is Papa. If Mama sees me competing on the television screen, then those memories will reappear. I won't hurt everything I love just for personal ambition."

Ezrha tried to understand even though he did not understand. He and Di-junior cross the view. For him, dreams are the key that will make his life meaningful. Whatever he will libas for the sake of success. Not looking at so many obstacles that come up, especially just because of feelings.

In-junior did not want to make the difference. It is better to leave than to argue with a friend.

The field with the manicured green grass he left quickly. He headed to the dressing room to take a shower. Sweat that pours should immediately make it melt. Let the clear water tear down the power of the sweat and the heart rumbles.

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"Cherr, this is the favorite team jersey, you. Ori."

"Elo is reliable. Too often, yes! Yesterday I saw the official team launching a new souvenir. It's cool, you know!" babble Cherriya fiery while pecking a gift from the ninth Sultan-men who approached him for a month sitting on the bench of High School.

The teenager with an Indonesian-Chinese-German lineage certainly has good looks that need not be doubted. "Wait for my next gift!"

"Silly, Tan. It's not wrong if I'm the same. Yeah, I'll pull it off!" pamit Cherriya without burden. He did not look at the man in front of him with any more feelings. For him, he enjoyed all the attention without taking into account the feelings.

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"Maisee, where's our Eesha?" Brother kissed Kristy's forehead, but what was asked was her sweet daughter.

Kristy who was preparing to set off for practice, only replied with a faint smile. "Didn't you see it in the garage? When he woke up, he was tinkering with his new motorbike. To my surprise, he has a hobby that's so derived from who?"

The hypnotic sweet smile belonging to the elder brother decorated his brightly colored lips. "Are you starting amnesia, Maisee? Who was the time SMP took automotive excrement? Who likes to climb the roof? Who likes to color their shoes green? Who blew my heart out? Who is ..."

"That's Mamai, Papai." A young girl of Cherriya's age with a beautiful mechanic appearance approaches her brother and Kristy. The smile on her lips revealed a glint of temptation on both her parents.

Brother overcame the sweetness of the smile from the princess. "Did my Maisee hear it? Eesha we just know who he duplicates, when you forget?"

"Unfortunately I forgot," Kristy said casually.

"Mamai, Papai, you guys keep coming. When did I have a sister?" chirps Eesha, the beautiful tomboy girl. Kristy's pointed nose and the towering posture of her brother's legacy, made her dozens of times offered to be a model. Honey, the automotive world is more interesting to him. In fact, more alluring than the temptation of love from the angels who shot him.

"Cherriya is your sister," replied the brother while wiping the crown of the princess who was held high.

"Cherriya's sister Eesha, don't ruin the family tree, Papai Aryan." Kristy didn't take it. It is because it reminds of the closeness of the husband and brother who always trigger jealousy even though it is not as big as before.

"The girl without the boy is like Mama Rosa and PaRud, the world will feel lifeless."

The sound coming from the direction of the entrance made the little family brother turn at the same time. Although they knew who it was, but still the desire to pick up the second generation Mas Rud was so passionate.

Cherriya immediately approached the elder brother and immediately dropped down in an embrace. "Uncle, Cherri's right, right?"

The smile fell down again. "Yes, right. Your parents are a symbol of true purity. Uncle reckon, Uncle's pretty niece has inherited it."

"It has to be, Uncle. But, Cherri does not want to be like the first generation of the bucin, want Cherri washed, aja."

"Who else was your victim, Cherry, honey?" brother probes the next man who is knee-deep on Cherriya's charm.

"Sultan, Mai. He's the youngest son of the chairman of PSSI." Eesha helps answer.

"Well, aunty look your collection is like a display in a museum. You're cool, Cher! Teach Eesha to be judged by men, not to constantly judge the motor."

Kristy blatantly wishes for the princess to get caught up in the world of romance. He does not want if later his love story and the husband become a legacy of feelings.

The Atmadja family of the first generation is a generation of lovers who cannot be duplicated. Do not let the second generation be the same. The complexity of the flavors between them will not be able to be downgraded.

Kristy's strange request becomes a branching path that eventually separates the two generations' chatter. He rushed out of the house, while the brother immediately headed for the room.

Stay Cherriya and Eesha - two beautiful teenagers with unique characters - who stare outwards as the sound of a high-cc bike begins to park.

Not long after, a young man full of charm, was seen approaching towards them. Backpacks whose straps are slung across the chest increasingly make him handsome full of charisma.

"Sister," shouted two beautiful teenagers while splashing in the arms of the man who was none other than Di-junior.

The two fingers are divided fairly on each mane of beautiful teenagers. "Did you miss me so much?"

"Yes, Brother. Sure oes. Brother is the miss that Dilan said, beraaaaaaaaattt," cried Cherri and Eesha together.

"Don't miss me too much, I don't want your partner to be jealous of me too much."

"We want to be a big brother's partner."

The two beautiful sisters continued to struggle spoiled on Di-junior. It was obvious that the love between them was so great. It was also read that the firstborn was so sincere in love with his two younger siblings.

Di-junior kissed the sister's forehead alternately, starting with Cherri and ending with Eesha. "You must prepare for heartbreak from now on! This handsome man will only be loyal to one woman. There would be no story to be duplicitous, let alone ruin the relationship of two spoiled beautiful teenagers."

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Hi, how's bonchap this time? Likes, no? Who do you think the nature of Di-junior will be like when it comes to being a lover? Dion, Mas Rud, or brother?"

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