Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Closing Flavors

The feeling of being played back, finally dropped a decision. Throw the love that once existed at the bottom of the abyss so that it can no longer crawl back to the mainland. This meeting has proven that the taste is still tucked away but time has changed everything to be difficult.

Can't get carried away. For indeed the changing seconds have carried that sense away. Step away from one name and meet a new heart with all the love stories that will be happier.

"Ma ... Why are you crying?" the little man woke up and wiped the tears that ran down the girl's cheeks.

"Mama did not cry" said the girl ayu by showing her wide smile forcedly. Covering the sadness that he did not want to show to his beloved son.

The cute little boy attached a vision to the smile carving. A moment later she also widened her smile. "Ma .. smile mama Kayak has Om Lud."

Instantly the blood rippled. His Di-junior sentence was like a wound that accidentally sliced but felt sore. Not too gaping but opening the wound. There is a bitter that cannot get away. Accidentally invited.

"Mom's smile is like yours, son."

"No ... no .. no ...."

The little boy looked adorable. Stylish to use all English. The face and hand movements he showed at the same time, it felt like he wanted to disturb him. Tickling until the sound of his laughter disturbed the royal calm.

"Then, who's your smile like?" search for the girl with her sweet smile.

"Like Papa Dion Wijaya, Ma."

There was a strange rumble when the name was mentioned. The longing that ignites the clear crystal will roll. Down the descending path and end up on the cheek. Trying to be detained but still can not survive in the rigidity.

"Mama miss Papa?" the little boy again wiped the tears of the mother with his tiny fingers.

The girl hugged her little man. Clutching tightly. Feeling the boy's words was like his papa. Attentive and even very attentive. Not wrong, if the girl ayu feels that Di-junior is the reincarnation of the husband.

"Papa just needs our prayers Ma's not tears."

The clear crystal of the girl decays increasingly turbid. The funny boy said more than his age. This was not her son but her husband speaking. A wife's instincts are too sensitive if she can't realize it all.

"Come, Ma! We pray for papa," asked Di-junior with a genuine smile.

The little boy guided the mother's hand to cupping as when she was praying. Then he did the same. Eyes then he bowed. Taking a breath to then dissolve in specificity.

"Oh Allah, mommy kangen papa. Replace the lamps with rewards, O Allah. It's the reward that makes you happy there. Replace your mother's longing with laughter, O God. There's Di-juniol here who'll replace papa to make mama happy."

Really ... In front of the girl is not a biennial child, but an adult man trapped in the body of a smart little boy.

"In-juniol, don't want to see Mama sad. Uncle Alyan said, if Mama is sad later papa will also be sad. That's why Mama should be happy" the little boy said innocently.

Ayu girl increasingly can not stem the taste of haru. Her husband's embrace the more he hugged her gently. In the vision of the ayu girl she is not hugging but is being embraced by her halal lover.

"Mama .. can bring Di-juniol to meet Om Lud? We haven't had a lot of belcelita last night," said the boy.

"You can't, son."

"If it's Uncle Alyan, can it be Ma?" search In-junior again.

When the confused ayu girl chooses a sentence to express an answer, the sound of a knock pauses the chatter. I heard my brother asking for permission to enter the room. Suddenly the girl opened the door. There is happiness that emanates because God has sent an angel of salvation.

"Why is your face like that?" investigate brother when found the face of the brother's head.

Not yet had time to answer, the helping hand of the brother had scrambled the top of his beloved sister's head. Reviewing the sweetest smile as usual. Leaving the girl to greet her beloved niece.

"Hi, double uncle."

Di-junior who named himself Satya when with his uncle, immediately poured into the arms of the uncle. Carried in the preoccupation of chatter so that he forgot the question he had asked. This opportunity, ayu girls use to clean themselves.

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Leaving the son with the brother, the girl ayu never felt worried. The man can be proficient. I don't know where to learn, suddenly it can be by itself. It seems that all the knowledge is neatly stored in the brain of the man just to open his memory.

Ayu girl drowned herself in the bathtub. Roll up the body in a warm whirlpool. Stretching muscles are tense because the morning has been blocked by various questions that make it difficult to answer.

Am I wrong for purposely meeting him here? Didn't I know that she must exist, but she remained reckless as well. Pick up the lara who will rise when we are reunited after enduring the pain.

The girl closed her eyes. The picture of their meeting was vivid in his memory. How the same awkwardness when meeting at the charity auction could still be felt. Only, now he could master his feelings more.

"He's happy," sure girl ayu to herself.

The mind that had gamang, try to reconcile. Feelings are just old stories that will be curbed by the times. Youth and love stories are a part of life that will become history. Enough to remember and not be returned.

No, that soul mate is sick. But when he has obtained a replacement, the old will be overcome and the pain becomes meaningless. Looking to the future, that's what we have to do now.

He breathed as long as he could. Let go of the shadow of the past so as not to shackle. Prepare to meet a future separated from gloomy memories.

Ayu girl ends the soaking event. If he still chooses to drown then when he will be able to escape from the sense that is already inappropriate. For him, he would keep the flavor for a Dion Wijaya. For the ex he saw, he had to continue living with a love that would not make him upset.

The shower that emits warm water, becomes a rinse over the memories of the bathtub that he just left. His heart is not enough to just choose to leave. It must shed so that it is completely free and will be able to step without burden.

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The bathroom door opened, bringing his steps back to the room where two men had been staying with him until he was here. Unfortunately, they cannot be found in view.

A little blue piece of paper, lying on the nightstand with a pen next to it. It was tempting to read. There was something that moved the ayu girl to swing a step closer to that place.

Mama, Di-junior looking for Om Lud equals uncle Alyan.

Raut girl ayu instantly semrawut. "Oh my God .. What else is your plan?"

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