Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Electrumored

The girl closed her mouth. A smile he tried to hide but sparkling eyes could not lie the love of a man of his past was still able to make his heart flower. It's like being touched by a taste. A power of depth of feeling channeled through a novel.

The memories seem to be presented again. Love of a tempestuous youth. Come for a moment and leave with a cut wound. When now a fact speaks, it feels as if it still shows its throne. Not that it has succeeded in dethroning the name that has been printed in the official book, just remembering the memory. The master of the heart is not a human being. How far try to avoid if the Maha Cinta still put the taste then falling in love is not wrong.

Judgment does not belong to the eye that sees. Because the heart can only be absorbed by the heart. The lover is merely the executor while the mover is the Creator.

Chapters. 11: Small Surprise

In a moment, azan magrib will reverberate. Our journey is still stranded in the middle of the motorway with hundreds of cars slapping. The red color glows, caught throughout the eye's gaze. Non-polytic.

"Sa," call me soft.

No reply. Maybe he was busy with his smart things as usual. However, when I found him his eyes were closed. He's lulled in dreams. I held out my hand to stroke her hair. "Sleep, Honey."

Obstructed traffic is a factor that can trigger anger when driving. But if it's with him, I want to jam it's got no end. Especially seeing her being beautiful like this. I want to hold him in my arms. Moving my nose at the end of his sense of smell. Ah, my delusion is getting wild if it's next to her.

The wire that suddenly rang, I immediately picked up after I read who was the caller. I don't usually call this hour. Could there be something important?

"Sorry, Dad. Rud was stuck in traffic. In addition ....," I did not continue to sentence rejection of Dad's request to stop by his office. I want to be honest with Rosa, but I don't want it to just spark a debate. As I remember if Dad had reminded me not to get close to the woman who is also being targeted by Ardi, his nephew.

"Good, Dad."

I saw his face again. I am thankful that he is still asleep. A little worried if he heard what I just talked about. Not afraid, I just don't want him to feel bad for being the cause of my disobedience to Dad. This girl is the most stubborn, especially when it comes to something that does not fit her thinking. His proximity to the late Papa makes it always impossible if it makes men who are in the position of parents cheated.

The exhaustion that whack, made him continue to sleep until my car stopped in the yard of his house. The engine kept on because he still did not want to wake up from his sleep. Mama who opened the main door was surprised because no one came down. As a result, I went out slowly. The car door was not closed perfectly because it will certainly make a noise that disturbs the eighth.

As soon as I got to his mother, I immediately kissed the back of the noble woman's hand. "Rosa overslept in the car, Auntie. Wake me up but pity."

"Child, the! If he had slept so, he woke up long ago. Habits of the small. Aunty can ask you to take her to her room, son!"

Well, the durian crucifixion is collapsing, Rud. What dream were you last night?

I developed a smile of happiness. "Good, Auntie."

I'll be back in the car from the front door on the left. Find him who has not shown any signs of being awake. Start looking for the most comfortable position to take him. I shifted her seat until the leg hung on the side of the door. Immediately I slid my left hand on his upper back, while my right hand was on his lower thigh slightly above his back knee. By concentrating my strength, I raised that smaller body of mine.

In unconsciousness, he stuck his arm around my neck. It makes it easier to carry her. Until the journey through no stairs feels like a burden. The door that was opened by the mother before we came, made me more free to enter her room.

I immediately threw the sleeping body in the bed. Not really shaken all the way. Instead of waking up even more soundly in sleep. It's so adorable. Our existence which is only two, makes the demon in me spread a heretical seduction. That whisper made me dare to kiss her forehead for a moment. "Sleep, Honey. Dream of me in your beautiful story."

Not wanting to get carried away with desire, I chose to leave his room immediately. Close the door slowly and go down the stairs. I approached her mother who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Tante, Rud go home first."

"Thank you, Son. It's cake for your mom, yeah. Say hello from Auntie," said the woman I respect so much as she handed me a white bag.

I slightly lowered my head in honor. The smile I gave showed the courteous hospitality of a Rud. I'm retreating, because it's getting late.

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The girl rubbed her forehead slowly. Tapak hits a kiss he just read from a novel that tells the story of their love journey from PoV the former. Carrying the atmosphere, he did not seem to feel if ever given a touch of attention at that time. The bed that was being used as a place to fall, he rubbed slowly. Follow perfecting memories that never stop in the memory.

"There's so much I don't know, Mom."

He sits himself. "I'm surprised by this little thing, Mom. Is there anything else that would surprise me? I hope not."

The girl looked out into the street in front of her house. Although blocked by the breadth of the page, but he can still reach what is passing by. When the focus is attached, there is a car that enters through the gate of his house. He knew who owned the car. Brother, who he left in the pool.

The man walked into his house. And he was sure that in a moment the door of his room would be knocked by the man. Not long after, what he thought became a reality. The answer was yes, bringing the man with a casual appearance closer to himself who was standing behind his presence.

"You're accompanying me to this, aren't you?" ask the brother while offering an invitation.

Rather than asking a lot of questions, the girl preferred to find out for herself. The fancy invitation wrapper he opened. The name of the woman listed was no stranger to him. Only, he was confused how this man could get access to a party that only certain circles could attend?

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