Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Set the Miss

Chapters. 14: MPR Decision

Have you ever thought that people who are in love are better? Time is never enough to think of a loved one. Near want to hold, far away it feels to make the memory paralyzed. Love can make you happy, but sometimes it can make you die.

Wake up without greeting him, like dew that is forbidden to spoil the leaves in the morning blind. The wasted freshness. Time feels like I want to speed up so that this imprisoned heart will soon escape from the bars that bind him. Free to worship.

A trip to the office that usually befriends a wingless angel, this time becoming a dying singles. Weight.

Deliberately not carrying a car, I chose to drive a two-wheeled vehicle. Being alone is not so felt either. When love makes a choice, when you yourself feel lost. Didn't know to do.

Choose until the office early to avoid early meetings. Because my room will be reached by passing through the hallway right next to the girl I was inviting to explore the heart. These eyes are like being possessed by a compass, the direction of his gaze continues to point at him who I want to take off for a while.

I threw my body rough on the oversized chair. I left it on the table without getting a touch. Immediately ignite the laptop to drive away the longing that ripples. teasing a quiet heart so as not to be flabbergasted the increasingly painful taste.

Think actually not parked on the job that is being stared at with adhesiveness. Khayal made a scene, targeting the existence of girls who had arched love. Leaving wounds in the name of an impregnable and incurable taste. The poison that had spread made the body wavy because the antidote was merely the presence of the girl herself.

Lunch which is usually a place to vent the shackles of longing, now it is just like a net that traps prey so fiercely. The taste is not offered is actually increasingly made to squirm. As a result, want to give up but the prestige is still high.

Can only hide in the heart.

"Rosa diapelin!" goda Rendra is back from lunch.

"Hm."

"Gue sure there will be something bright again" Rendra chirped again while looking at me with a smile.

I ignored Rendra's actual curse of reading my heart. I don't want to look so weak in his eyes. Although in fact my heart has been very sad because of the agonizing longing. Pretending to be strong when it feels like dying. "Get out there, Ren! You're just shaking up my work spirit, aja."

"Dissolve? Asoy really is diction?" seductive Rendra with her annoying laugh.

"Well, you don't know I'm a love poet?" my dream relaxed.

"Behold, the poet of love who is tormented by a deep longing."

Rendra further increased her flirtation level. I'm trying to stay calm. Even in my heart justifies everything I hear. I wanted to raise the flag of surrender but it felt too early. It was my time to invite but I also plowed. Forced to make peace because he could not hold back.

"If kangen, samperin! Don't be strong, that's it!" chirp Rendra as she breezed away, returning to her room to work. But as usual, he always stopped before closing the door, to flirt back. "You want to say hello, Mr Manager?"

I just let the guy keep babbling. I'd rather turn my mind away from him and come back with my work still piling up. At least by being left at work I can forget it for a moment. Not focused on the longing.

I don't regret the decision to go against a situation that might be difficult later. Without it for half a day it feels like I've gone crazy, what if I force myself to leave? Can I walk with my soul intact?

"Stop before I show you how to stop!"

Brief warning. Just talk without waiting for me to answer. Closed back even without the intention of hearing my explanation that would be kekeh would not stop. He's been a threat even though it doesn't scare me. Where might I suffice to get here if the more today this taste gets stronger embedded in the heart.

Will he be determined to stop me? Did it hurt me or more than that? Could it be that he would destroy me only for a woman who rejects his love?

I put my head on the chair. Adjust the breath so that you can control yourself quickly. Trying not to think about what my ears just heard. One thing is for sure, no matter what happens I will keep fighting for it. This love that is here is special. I'll take care of it even though my life is at stake.

I don't let me be ruled by fear. I quickly put the burden away and returned to work. Until it did not feel like five o'clock had shown itself. I knew if he would come home after this so I waited until he passed. Keep the promise I made myself and we both agree.

After Magrib is the time I choose to go home. The office is quiet, only a few male employees are also ready to go home. Among them do not expect to find Rendra, because he must have delivered Maya, the girl he washed.

Nothing extraordinary about my journey. Sepi herself became a witness that men need love from a woman. No good looks if you don't have a boyfriend. I slowed the motor as it passed in front of his house. The building with a two-meter-high fence with white paint hides the princess I'm trying to meet. The lamp in a room located on the second floor, I'm sure is illuminating its existence there. I wanted to knock on the door but I hesitated.

I tame my wild thoughts. I'll get the bike back home in time. Mom and Dad were not there when I arrived. They're going to Om Dirga's house. I don't know what it's for because they didn't say it either. Not wanting to be dissolved, I hurried to the room. Want to refresh your body with tap water. Decrease the tiredness that dwells greetings.

With just a pair of shorts on the bottom of the body, I immediately grabbed my smart thing. I had thought carefully along the way that I wanted to raise a white flag. I could no longer not hear her voice even though it was her untimelyness.

I immediately typed a message sign of surrender.

MPR on behalf of Rud Dinata stated the cancellation of the decision on the agreement to silence each other. It hereby acknowledges the defeat of a woman who was the first lady in the name of Rosalia Citra Atmadja.

Undeliverable.

Ah, relief. Never mind, there is no need to be strong if in fact I am tired. He was created for kogoda.

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This message that Mas Rud sent was real. Depe gets from the original Mas Rud. It's rare, because only he has it. Old memories that are still remembered.

Has anyone ever heard of a love message like this?

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