Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Excited, no, anyway?

Sorry, yes ... I'm up again to poison your wash😂😂😂😂

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"Basic men! Say love dies, but it's bullshit," Rosa scolds in between swearing. He who sits behind the wheel of the car, continues to grumble from the funeral parking lot to the red light pauses the action a little speeding.

Meanwhile, in the car that was right behind him, two different men of the middle generation noticed the car in front of him.

"PaRud, Mama must have nagged, no. No, no problem when you get home? Could-can later not be allowed into the room," telisik Di-junior worried. He knew the nature of his mother. The woman who is no longer young still likes to do as she pleases. Especially if the father teases him, treats him, or even makes him emotional. Both of his parents, friendly in a word dispute. Funny, adorable, but it will be repeated often.

Mas Rud picked up the phone and chose Rosa's number. A repeated call he made, but it ended in vain.

"This is a fertilizer for love to last a long time," said Mas Rud on Di-junior who this time became a driver. "Tempting your mama is adorable, Boy. Do you not realize that the more angry she is, the more her beauty will increase? His skin tightened like twenty years ago. His anger is like an intoxicating wine. Looked at it like an opium that I had to keep putting in the body." Mas Rud imagined the face of the wife who continued to make him fall in love.

"It's just that mom doesn't like him like you. The bucin is acute" said Di-junior, fixedly staring at the street in front of him.

"Your mama likes to be washed, too" Mas Rud said with a smile. "It is a lie that women prefer cold men. It's only in online novels. Believe the same PaRud. Everywhere, the woman likes to be pampered, loved, and one more fulfilled her needs. Bucin and piti in the account. Note it!"

In-junior who initially did not consider the importance of Mas Rud's rant, began to be a little interested. He looked at his mother's husband for a moment.

"Is that what it means if a good man is sweet-mouthed, moneyless, and not stingy?"

"It is difficult to define words, it is easier to see the real example." Mas Rud changed the sitting position to be more upright while tidying up the sleeves of the shirt he rolled. "Look at this PaRud!"

Mas Rud deliberately waited for Di-junior to see him. Just as their eyes were staring at each other, he was embroidering a smile full of arrogance. "Hows it? Your mind is enlightened?"

Di-junior chose to return the view at the starting point and shook his head repeatedly. He was too familiar with the papa's assertions.

"It seems not yet," Mas Rud replied to the question he was addressing Di-junior. "Later, PaRud gave me a good trick. Just relax."

"In-junior can be alone, PaRud. Believe me, if your handsome son also has a charm that does not need to be honed because it has been honed since from the womb of the mother."

"I like your style, Boy. We are one server. A lineage that need not be doubted. PaRud wait for you to bring your girl!"

The conversation ended when their journey entered the courtyard. Mas Rud immediately went down to catch up with Rosa who had entered first.

He's going to the room immediately. True to what Di-junior predicted, the door was locked.

"Darling, open the door, dong," soft-talked Mas Rud.

There was no answer from inside. However, it did not make Mas Rud break his direction. He is actually increasingly encouraged to issue seduction styles. A dehaman becomes a prefix, like a singer who will take a vocal.

Mas Rud slightly hardened his voice, as if speaking at a considerable distance. "Mother, who is the bar-bar girl in front? Is he one of my son-in-law's candidates?"

"Why should I turn down the sound, Bun? I'm not fighting it. Looks like my son is a good match for a girl who is passionate and has initiative first, "mas Rud's story in a row.

"In-junior, stop!" rosa exclaimed from the room. He shouted right after Mas Rud issued the order. Before long, the locked door opened. "In, get in the room! Let mama meet your stalkers. Girls now are shameless."

Rosa grumbled as she walked. He passed through Mas Rud without the slightest care. He simply waved at Di-junior-cue for the son to obey his orders.

It wasn't Mas Rud his name if it didn't make head bobbles. Not caring, it did not make him explode with anger. He just followed by flexing a smile.

The sound of the pounding of the feet down the stairs echoed in small steps. Rosa realizes if followed. Without stopping, he quipped, "I can handle the girl myself. Don't let him have a crush on my son and get smitten by the guy behind me."

Mas Rud further expanded the power of a smile that decorated his forehead. "I'm starting second puberty. Thirst adored by women."

"Bang Aryan is still receiving second wife registration, isn't he, is he?" chirp Rosa brings out the mainstay. Brother is always used as a scapegoat if he feels he needs help to turn off the strings and act adorable husband.

"He won't be strong with two women" Mas Rud said, he always had a way to defeat Rosa. "Different from me, though strong with thousands of women, but all I want is you."

Di-junior who was still fluttering at the top of the stairs, continued to pay attention to the movements of his parents. He likes to do it. They are like books that can be learned. "There's, 'that's, huh a uniquely romantic couple like them?"

"There, 'tuh. Mama is the same Papa who is pregnant," said Cherriya who had just climbed the stairs. "Don't until then if you have a girlfriend, I'm amused."

"You think I don't?"

"Come away, but .. like yes." Cherriya origin said as she walked towards her room. "Come down! Watch them romantic in a showdown. Mama doesn't realize that she lied to Papa. That bar-bar girl, isn't she, Mama. Time doesn't understand either."

Di-junior was also just realizing the shrewdness of Mas Rud's tongue and the meaning of the flashing eyes on him earlier. He took a breath and started to move.

The door of Cherriya's room is almost closed, Di-junior hold it deftly. He came in and threw his body into the bed of his brother. "Cherr, out, yuk! Over time watching the real world drakor, I'm afraid of getting toxic deadly."

"Religion. I'm lazy to have to deal with your fans."

"I'll protect you. We're undercover, how?" In-junior offers a brilliant idea. "Wear a mask and a hat. Safe, will not be recognized."

"Sister forgot? How many times have we done it and failed? Fortunately I was always saved by my girlfriends who happened to come like heroes," Cherriya cerocos, she recalled the moment hang out with her sister who always made her a victim of the ferocity of the Di-junior admirer line. However, he was silent for a moment. "Cherri changed her mind, sister. It feels bad also with the presence of my bucin."

Junior. He looked at the words of his sister. The analysis quickly found results. "I think I changed my mind too."

"I mean, Brother?" telisik Cherriya's.

"I don't want to be exposed to puberty."

"What'an, anyway?" Cherriya doesn't understand.

"PaRud puberty second, you puberty first, me? Must be free of puberty," explained Di-junior while waking up from the fall. He then left the sister's room in a cold style.

"Sister sucks!"