Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Memory of Two Men

Ayu girl hoards a smile that she had saved from earlier. A series of sentences divided into many paragraphs made him want to laugh. It's just, he does not want to be as if he was struggling from the wound and wants to repeat his happiness with another man. This is just remembering does not mean wanting to re-establish something that has consumed time.

When Brother has not come home, as strong as himself he keeps his heart. Whatever happens, let time be the answer. Elegance by the word no, if destiny speaks yes, then man has no power. Love has its own way of getting to its destination. It can be happy but suffering can happen. And when the choice has become a decision, then the destiny of God cannot be contested.

The statement of love that he so easily accepted, evoked memories of the past story between him and someone who had now been lying under the tombstone. The girl was complaining about having ignored her man for so long. If only time could he turn back, he chose to give laughter to Dion, his now happy lover.

The girl hesitated to read her novel again. It closes, opens and closes again. His heart could not accept two men with different flavored atmosphere. Happy for Mas Rud and sorrow for Dion Wijaya. He chose to sit on a rattan swing located on the balcony of his room. Staring at the sky as if presenting a face full of smiles from his already-deceased halman. With a gesture of hand he invited the girl to read again the novel that was still in his grasp.

Doubts remain in the ambush even though the owner of the status has given permission to continue. He worries. Why does Dionnya look happy if he continues to read the story of his past man? Whereas in the past, it was Mas Rud who made him invaded by jealousy.

Once again, the girl stared in the direction that had given her the answer to her turmoil. Still there in the same position. The picture was increasingly hinting for the girl to start opening the novel in her hands.

The heart was still hesitating but the hand started to open the sheet.

****Bab. 17***: Male chat

The night towards the middle. My conversation with Rendra has just begun. Not close to each other, but only through social media channels. Utilizing the video call facility, we were like lovers who were sharing.

"So late afternoon no kiss?" goda Rendra for thwarting the delicious that almost beguiled.

"According, Lu?"

"Fragin' sure. I know what Rosa is," Rendra chuckled in a mocking tone that provoked me to mock.

"Hm."

"Patience, Bro! Just so it's also nyosor, aja."

As if Rendra was speaking. That little kiss is the embodiment of love in the context of affection. Who can resist when the turmoil of archery that is being covered in falls in love? Being around him is a terrible temptation of faith.

"Gue shut it down, huh? You're getting better," I said as I turned off the call.

Unfortunately, he did not give up. The call came back. And strangely I lifted it back up without much thought. The face full of ridicule was smiling smirk. I knew after this he'd be back in action.

"If you don't want to be distracted, don't stay in the office, boss! Hotel," proposed Rendra giving misguided advice.

"Lu think I'm so happy*m it is, what?" timpalku.

"Emang, isn't jahan*m?"

Again the obnoxious friend did something I wanted to repay with a stick-wielding punch. The perverted man is ordinary. As long as you know the limits, I think it's perfectly natural. After all, I'm sure it's not just me who is like that, couples out there must also do a lot. Which normal man can stand when there are air creatures in front?

"Lu sedain the Maya, there! Why bother me?"

"It's Rendra Bobokin."

"Lu what's Maya? I suspect," I investigated curiously when not at all.

I've memorized Rendra's behavior. Her lips are pretentious as Don Juan but her heart is actually like a crocodile. Loyal to one woman. And right now he's really petting Maya if she's the best for him.

"Mating school, the children of the broken man!"

"Lu said I'm Joshua."

"Not, lu Rendra. My memory is still healthy can be different where the water playboy where the play ...," I do not continue my sentence. Intentionally teasing him to be insinuated and immediately get out of the way.

However, Rendra is not his name if baperan. No matter how bad I say he will only develop his smile. It will not be easy to lift his emotions. I have my own emotions.

"What do you like to play, bro?" it was Goda Rendra who attacked me.

"Main salivation," I replied of origin.

"Gue didn't expect you to have that semen, bro. Kalem-kalem knowya dalem," said Rendra while shaking his head.

"Ileran I mean. Your mind goes there. Ah, I want to sleep. Most talk to you, afraid to poison my dreams."

"I doain dreamin Rendra is handsome plenary."

Not waiting for Rendra to add words, I immediately blackened the screen of smart objects. Ignoring the word saying goodbye because it will only make the problem more complicated. Friendship with him the manners disappeared. Hiding for a while so as not to be a victim only.

It's ten minutes to midnight. I try to see if my lover has fallen asleep or is still engrossed in his dark-spaced play.

Online.

Honey, it's time for bed. Don't stay up!

My message was two-folded but he did not immediately read it. Could he have been playing in a dream?

I didn't send any more messages. Afraid that it will disturb his sleep. Smart thing I immediately put on the nightstand. His departure left the real world. Pray that dreams can be a setting for a place to meet again channeling desire. Laughing even if only in the crib of wishful thinking from the subconscious.

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The girl returned to make up her mind. The rain out there seemed to evoke memories of the happy times he had passed with a lover in his novel. However, the smile he carved felt bitter. The affectionate call to the novel reminded him of his man. Not a novelist but a signature painter in his marriage book.

Yes, the two men who alternated even once simultaneously present in his life had the same call. Dear.

Why is there no difference? There are many words that he can make a choice. Maybe Love, Dinda, Beb, Sweetheart, Honey, Dear, Bee, Bunny or something. It turned out that one word was chosen by them to greet the same girl. Could it be because they love her so much?

I don't know.

The girl sighed. Feeling happy or not, but one statement he got that the two men really loved him. It was so big that it made them seem crazy about it.

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