Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Speechless

"Pa, Di-junior is coming," the opening greeting above the tombstone inscribes a name-Dion Vijaya.

For a second, the mood was silent. No words to communicate. In-junior sprinkles colorful scented flowers, after laying forget-not-me flowers.

"Pa, today there's our big match idol club. Watch it together, yuk, Pa?" invite Di-junior with a meaningful smile. "It looks like it will be exciting when we can cheer, shout, and celebrate goals in a compact manner."

The beautiful arch is back. The smile that was exactly possessed by the two, was perfectly painted on Di-junior's lips. It's possible that, down there, Dion is doing the same thing. He matched the perfect boy's good looks with a dazzling face.

"Oh, yes, Pa .. guess what! What numbers do you use for Di's back number at the college club?" The handsome son continued to chatter. It was as if he was dealing with the father who could hear and see everything he said. "Pick the number 1."

A breath he held for a while before returning he exhaled. "Well, do you know why?"

In-junior deliberately pauses the sentence, giving time for the father to think of the right answer. Yes, he is playing a role. It was as if the two were having a warm conversation. A boy's chat towards adulthood with a role model.

"Papa is wrong" denied Di-junior after an interval of a few minutes. "One, not because Di-junior wants to be number one. However, Di wanted to always be remembered as the one person who united everyone."

"Like Papa," press Di-junior after stopping the sentence without pausing. "Papa knows, until now Di still continues to be curious. How to be a man who can be loved, loved, and respected by Mama, paRud, and uncle Aryan. That's so cool, Pa. He wants to be like Papa."

If, again, if Dion were still alive, he would have embroidered a smile that revealed the good looks of an angel in the form of a human being. His hand will also caress the mane of the son with affection.

"Son, everyone is born by their own nature. It is like you who carry a special nature that no one else has. No need to want to be who you are, because you have to live with the advantages and disadvantages that you have. No human is perfect. Also, Papa you think is amazing."

That shady look washed away the atmosphere. "People say, love yourself before you love others. It's not wrong, but sometimes it's not right. When you love yourself too much, you can become selfish and hurt someone without you knowing it. So, how's it supposed to be?"

Dion then answered his own question, "Everybody has a portion and everyone has a different size, son. Loving and being happy cannot let go of each other. Some are happy with having loved ones, but some are happy with pawning their own happiness for the sake of the one they love happy. The key is a sincere heart. Whatever you choose, if it's sincerity then happiness will come."

The soft caress was like piercing through the dimensions of space. In-junior as if he could feel the touch of the papa. Even that advice can reconcile the heart, even if he cannot hear it humanly. However, his mind seemed to be directed to find a picture of the feeling told by the father.

That slightly faded headstone, rubbed by Di-junior. "Papa will remain an idol of Di-junior. Although only heard from the story, but it is enough to make Papa's son fall in love. He said, Papa is the first love for his daughter. For Di, it turned out that it happened as well. Isn't that awesome? To love without ever seeing, only by taste alone can bring love."

A pair of men and women who stood not far from Di-junior, exchanged glances. Both of them understood what to do towards the young man who was in front of him.

One step forward, approaching the one he was aiming for. Knees folded, hands patted on the shoulders of the seated Di-junior.

"Papa Dion is the idol of us all. In fact, PaRud just wanted to be like him. It's not wrong if you idolize it," Mas Rud softly said.

Junior. His eyes refracted the twinkle of a smile painted from his intoxicating lips like wine. "PaRud is here?"

"Ehem," Mas Rud replied without a word. "Hear all your chatter with Papa Dion. Sorry, not to steal listen, just .. we have the same longing for her."

The two men were both staring at the headstone simultaneously. It cannot be explained how deep the flavors they store.

In-junior sows a great long that will not be offered by a warm deckap. Only speaking alone, expressing the heart, that is the antidote to love that is fortified by the other world.

While Mas Rud, buried all the jealous words. It nourishes love as fellow men who justify the same woman.

Dion, what about his heart?

If he could feel and also say, surely the beauty of the heart was perfectly drawn from him. Sure, if it will widen both arms to hug the two men who are sitting on his headstone.

An illusory sight that can only be felt by the heart. It cannot be understood by any body without the true love of love.

"PaRud is also a role model for, Di," I'm Junior. He truly inherited Dion's nature, always making the hearts of those around him feel meaningful.

"Don't!"

The two men looked back. The approaching Rosa made Mas Rud and Di-junior unite a look at the ketus woman who could turn super soft.

"Don't look at PaRud! Mama doesn't want this handsome son to suffer just because of women," said Rosa, sitting near Dion's grave. He put the beloved flower of the ex-husband while wiping the signboard. "Di, don't go after women like what Papa Dion did. Both of your fathers are not role models. Remember, Mama's message!"

"Hi, Honey. You shouldn't say that to our son. We are the role model of a sincere and unyielding lover," said Dion and Mas Rud simultaneously from different nature. It's pretty compact, isn't it?

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I don't know why I am writing this chapter. The news that Mas Rud (Ji Chang Wook) was exposed to covid-19, made me miss him very heavily.

Hopefully soon very healthy, yes, Oppa.🤲🤲🥰