Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Historic Night

With a batik suit and material pants, it had gripped itself dozens of times without stopping. Maybe the mirror in front of me is tired of the good looks I show off. But in fact I'm not deterred, I want to look perfect.

Actually, I did everything to cover up the nervousness. Just like this, my heart was already racing. Especially later if I am in a position to make a sacred promise, it must be even more crazy. I can't wait for that moment though. The time in which a Rosalia Citra Atmadja had legitimately become the wife of Rud Dinata.

Why am I smiling by myself? Pass it by tonight, just think that far. Won't that be any longer?

"Darling, it feels like I've really gone crazy for loving you."

"So not going, huh? Udah handsome maximum, let's hunt!"

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"The novel is saved first, sister. We have to go in" the brother ordered when the passenger was alerted by loudspeakers at the airport.

They rushed into the area that became the road to the destination. Soekarno Hatta Airport will be the starting point of the end of flights at Hong Kong International Airport. Five hours of travel without transit becomes a narrow time for the girl to set a heart that may feel back pain if fate writes the ex is present at the wedding.

Repeated breathing seems to hint at the atmosphere of the heart that is being invaded by the raging. It is undeniable that the heart will keep the memory. Laughter and lara are just taste. It is a part of love that is still on the throne.

"His heart is prepared?" tease the brother when they've set foot in that concrete country.

"Hm," muttered the girl not wanting to talk much, afraid that it would eventually just be a lie.

"It looks like I'll have to prepare the chest and shoulders as a backrest."

"Prepare the money, Bang! I if the gamang that can relieve is just crazy shopping," chirped the girl trying to divert her mind.

"When are you like that? I always prepare but in fact you are wasted," said the brother while wearing glasses that had only been accesories on his shirt.

"Let's take it later, Bang. Let a lot of you. It's good to sustain life in the future."

"Your future is your husband's business. Why should I bear it too?"

"You can be anything,"

The man who was now more intensely called Brother than Pak was scrambling the top of the girl's head. "I can be anything but can't be your husband."

"You?" tease the girl while opening up a laugh.

"Your heart will not be me" the man said, embracing the girl's shoulder.

"If my heart will?"

"I don't want to."

"You're rejecting me, Bang?"

"of course. High taste. You, just this!" said the brother while comparing the height of the girl just under his ear.

"Review yes, Bang! Later I wear heels like this," said the girl formed her hand with a distance of about twenty centimeters.

"That's not heels, it's a footstool."

"Belgroff."

"Short is short!"

"I'm tall."

"Height, me."

The two mature-age humans continued to argue, not caring about the other eye that saw. They are indeed very familiar, more than close friends or maybe already like husband and wife who love each other. Others would think so if they did not know the story of the journey they have been through in recent years.

"Sa, are you sure we're going in?" ask the brother umpteenth time before entering the venue of the wedding Anton and Monica.

Linking the girl's right palm to the man's left arm, the girl perfected the pull of both corners of her lips to form a perfect arch. "Why am I here, this beautiful, if only to turn around?"

Brother gave a gentle swipe at the top of his sister's head. "I know, my beautiful sister here is her jagam lying. Watch out if his heart gets squeezed!"

Showing off a smile to each other, the pair of brothers took a definite step, testing the guts.

Yes, in there there may be a recurring story. A few years ago, when the girl attended a charity auction with her brother, who was then the boss, fate brought them back to meet. A man who has the highest throne in his heart even though another name is stamped as the owner of his status.

Now, will there be deja vu rasa? The twists of love that once bound are still there? I don't know, God always has an untouched path.

Expressing his gaze on the luxury of the party, the ayu girl found a seaut of the face that had just crossed her mind. Mas Rud, was in one line of sight with his bead of eyes. Netra shady it, like she was talking. It tells the story of a taste that has been buried for years.

He could not lie, if at this time, his heart seemed to be being brought back in the past. Breaking through time, going through a period with her halal man, and stopping at the happy moment with her becomes a story. The love that is absorbed is like being tempted to be resurrected.

However, the ayu girl tried to shake off the feeling. Time that rolls, will break something that is stored in. If his status had hindered the feelings they had, it was now the woman by his former side who would have forced the sense that might still exist to re-establish her throne.

The girl threw away her gaze as a beautiful woman approached the man she once had in her heart. His eye-catch on the gamitan that the former gave to the woman's waist, made him realize that time has indeed changed everything.

The destiny of love has brought a sense to its supposed owner.

The girl closed her eyes in harmony with the furious breath.

Ayu girl puts herself in the arms of someone who suddenly takes her on an embrace. A slight swab of the back gives calm to the scattered sensation. The clear crystal, just escaped from both corners of his eyes.

Looking at the man who came from the past, his heart seemed to be skinned again. The feeling that comes back after a long time disappears, dismissing the lie that love no longer exists. Is the girl ayu back trapped in the wound?

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"Mas," said a soft girl on her own reflection drawn in the mirror.

The face of the ayu was adorned with flowing clear crystal grains. Describe the sense because the meeting in silence that occurs even though it has been predicted. He can't seem to control his heart. Thoughts are not in line with feelings.

A deep breath he did to dampen his unsettled feelings. Apparently the love for the first man was entrenched so strongly. Not uprooted by the exposure of a big wind that should blow everything he fell.

Not wanting to keep getting sick, the girl wiped her tears and swung her legs away from the toilet.

Not far away, his black bead found a scene that reawakened his feelings. In-junior is talking to the man who just broke down the memory of loving. There was laughter between the two.

Step ayu girl who had stopped, back to the floor. One by one and stopped back right near the two men who were joking.

"Mama .." greeted the boy who was about two and a half years old as soon as he saw the girl.

The man with the little boy looked over. Unite the eyes in one point of view with the woman called Mama by her interlocutor.

Quiescent. They are swept away in eye links that paint a story of sola for those who can feel it. Not only the two of them but there was another man standing not far from the two. He was the brother, witness to a meeting of a former pair who still harbored deep feelings.

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