Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

The Heart that Speaks

The atmosphere of the party, immediately became silent at the hearing of two people who had loved each other. The false lips demand a self-talking heart. Ask questions and answer by themselves.

The eyes cannot be fooled that love is still springing up. As hard as it tries to be covered, in fact the heart can judge. They are not awkward but love is what brings them up.

"Mama, this is Om Lud. Recognize!" said plain intelligent toddler that makes the ayu girl was forced to show a smile that had been hiding in pain.

"Satya .." call the brother who made the little boy turn to look for the origin of the caller's voice.

Cheerfully, the two middle-named Satya men were already chatting. Little man spoiled in a sling of an adult man.

"Om Lud, acquaintance with my beautiful mother. Satya wants to play first cama uncle Alyan."

The pair of eyes of two adult humans who stopped following the child's behavior returned to a straight line. There was doubt to begin speaking even though the line of words was already lined up in front of the sense of pronunciation.

"He's your son?"

The question that came out of the lips of the man named Mas Rud made the girl carve a bitter smile. What he heard was not what he wanted. There is jealousy in shackles.

"Yes" answered the girl in the black dress.

"Why come with Aryan? Where's your husband?" ask the man who started to turn the word around.

The girl looked dumb.The sentence hit her. He feels very sinful. It felt to the man in front of him that he felt that he had hurt the loyalty he had placed on the husband who had now returned. Facing the Creator who loved him more.

Silent.

"Di-" replied the ayu girl was cut off by the presence of a beautiful woman who had been with the man in front of her.

"Mas Rud, can we go home now?" ask the woman with a hopeful look.

Aware of no longer being a priority, the ayu girl shifted her steps away. Without a word he steps away with a clash of love that raises lara. Neglecting a feeling that he cannot describe what it means.

There's a clear grain lurking in the corner of the net. The feeling that was tucked suddenly when his first love was familiarized with another woman. There was a small smile on the lips of the man that made the girl's heart slightly sliced, sore.

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"Look! Right now you can't make me a backrest" the older brother explained as he rubbed his little Satya's hair affectionately.

That cute toddler, slumbering in his uncle's lap. Her innocent face that was so similar to the papa made the girl ayu melt tears. He gently rubbed the little feet of his beloved baby.

"Bang, I hope this is my last meeting with him."

The girl wiped her own tears. Staring at the crowded streets that he felt very lonely, as quiet as he had. Turns out he was wrong, the heart he had strengthened was in fact shaky. That shady look was still able to make him melt.

Why did he think that far? Very confident if the ex can not forget the love they once held? Isn't that guy easy to replace?

Dion and Mr Aryan? That's an exception.

"Why talk like that? Satya who had just met him was already happy with him. Are you sure you can hate it?"

"Who said I hate him, Bang?" ask the girl, explaining if in fact she still harbors feelings but tries to be patted.

"That means you still love her. It's just that you don't want to hurt your husband, do you?" said brother understand very well the feelings of dear sister.

"I just want to love his father," said the girl ayu while looking lovingly, toddler who is in the lap of the brother.

The brother reached out his hand, rubbing his sister's shoulder which was expressing feelings. He no longer responds to the spoken word. Not a good time to give advice. Let his heart rest first, so that his fatigue does not trap up to the nerves.

They finally kept quiet until they reached the hotel they made a place to spend the night. The toddler was still sleeping in the sling of the sweet man in the black suit. While the girl he called mama stood next to his uncle who was very patient.

Walking with the burden, the girl ayu until not aware if they have reached the room. His little man has been laid by his dear brother. While he was on the side of the bed. Staring fixed Di-juniornya who paralleled very similar to the husband.

"Sleep! Do not precede the writing of fate," said the brother while wiping the top of his sister's hair.

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Body, has the ayu girl lay. Eyes trying hard closed. But not the sound that he got but his mind floated. Capturing the figure of the past man he had just met after a long time apart, made him uneasy.

He looked at the figure of the little boy sleeping beside him. The cute face with chubby cheeks was exactly with the husband. Dion Wijaya and Diozza Satya Wijaya are twins. Like the reincarnation that alternated to keep a Rosalia Citra Atmadja.

Soft touch of ayu girl's hand, targeting her little man's thick hair. A kiss of love he jolted on the forehead of the baby. "Son, I'm sorry Mama."

Sorry for what I said. It seems that the girl has not been able to be the best parent for the beloved son. Ayu girl curled up, hugging.

His mind was still not calm. He floated back to someone he had met despite only a blink of an eye. Wanted to wipe but his brain was unable to penetrate. There are other forces that lead him to return to the story that has become history.

A rough gust of breath swept through the space around. Refracting the glowing rushes from a heart that is being infiltrated by the love of a man who was once a lover. Kangen's ex, maybe so he felt despite being rejected by the mind. The heart seeks the meaning of what tickles the feelings that once hurt.

The shadow of the man who had once injured it, changed with a faint picture of the husband. Come and change to make ayu girl into a kelu. He grieved his uncontrollable heart.

"Mas Dion .. forgive me. Mas Rud came again even though I didn't want to be like this."

Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks. "Oh my God .. Don't you turn this heart around. Mr. Rud let it be a late story. Keep my race only for my halal men. Even though he's gone, but let him be forever in the heart."