Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Behind the Story

Meeting your ex will always bring memories. Whether it was hurt or happy, but the sense of it must still be imprinted in the space that kept it neat as a memory. Like Mas Rudnya who soon returned to London, the girl also returned to Indonesia.

"Yangti .." cried Di-junior as soon as he got home and was greeted by the mother of the girl ayu.

The pair of grandchildren and grandmothers dissolved in a yearning release from being separated for two days. In the sling of his daughter's eyes, the little boy chattered happily. Mom immediately entered the room.

"Yangti .. there Di-juniol met Om Lud," the story of the grandson who was listened carefully by his daughter's eyes.

The brother who was sitting on the sofa not far from them, just watched the two people chat. Kristy who incidentally is the sister of the girl ayu also fell silent following the babble of her beloved nephew. Like there's a big magnet to the story the little boy told.

The super-wise man swallowed the saliva, feeling that the twin owners of his name had a strong attachment to the man he had first met but his memory continued to brazen. He was sure it wasn't a coincidence. There is an intervention of God who is showing power.

"Mas Aryan .. Who is Om Lud? Enthusiastic as she was telling the story," Kristy looked at her niece who showed a happy hue as she continued to talk non-stop.

"Rud."

The brother's answer made Kristy distrustful. He had to organize his heart by wiping his chest that was suddenly twitching. Even his messy breathing tried to normalize by throwing a look at any direction.

"Mas Rudnya Mbak Rosa?" kristy asked because she was afraid of just mishearing.

"Even you still think of Rud as your mother's" the older brother chimed in with a faint smile.

Kristy who realized her wrong talk immediately straightened it out. "It's not so, Mom. It's just good to call it," Kristy said as she scratched her non-itchy nape.

"Aunty ... Know Om Lud, right?" The question left Kristy confused about having to give an answer.

"Honey, eat first, yuk!" said the ayu girl who saved Kristy from her parents' questions that were hard to answer.

If honest, then there will be a rush of questions that will definitely hit him. Not just to her, but to her mother of course. And of course that's not a good thing for the current situation.

"Di-juniol wants to eat the same uncle, Ma."

Without saying a word, the only grown man who was there immediately moved on. Take a plate of rice with the side dish in the hands of the sister. "Your charm lost to me."

The two owners of Satya's name then pulled the position to the sofa. Leaving behind the mama and yangti who were still chatting while standing.

"Sir, did you meet Mas Rud?" ambush Kristy while approaching the ayu girl.

The three women then chose to sit in the living room, leaving the Satya duo in the living room. It seemed that there would be a serious conversation between them. About someone the little boy in the family kept talking about.

"Rosa knew .. if she still went there she would most likely meet him again. Rosa is strong .. but Rosa did not expect that Di-junior could be like this."

Ayu girl lowered her gaze. Feeling that this is a mistake that comes from him. If only he did not decide to come, then their lives would not be disturbed again with the name he had drowned in the bottom of his heart.

"Maybe it was written by God, son. Don't blame yourself," comfort the mama while gently rubbing her eldest daughter's back.

"Ma ... Rosa feels evil just like Dion. If the heart could master Rosa, surely Rosa would choose not to be affected by all of this anymore. But ..." girl ayu paused her sentence.

There is a feeling that he cannot express. I don't want to, but it's all on its own. Approaching, docking, grasping and then binding.

Helaan long breath at once in he did. The tight one wants him to brush. But again the owner of the heart always turns the feelings. He's weak. Powerless to control his feelings.

"Calm your heart, baby! The more you think, the more it feels in your mind. Wash your face, first!"

Ayu girl obeys the orders of her mother. Get out of your seat and immediately put your feet on. Removing the traces so that the mask of past love does not close his heart again.

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"Ma, what's wrong? Aryan noticed, Mama seemed to be thinking about something," said the man who had been considered the eldest son of the Atmadja family.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be in a state of mind. A glance at the granddaughter who was playing with her youngest daughter in the front yard of the house. The nanar gaze, it fitting on the little man the successor of the Wijaya breed.

"Maybe it's time for Rosa to know everything" said the mother with a blank look.

"Know what's the matter, Ma?" The man named Aryan who is usually called brother was attacked by a curious stir.

My mom looks heavy when she has to talk. He had to catch his breath repeatedly. "How far has he read his novel?"

I don't know why the woman was talking about the reading that the last few times accompanied the princess's day. He usually never cared. Even when a lot of time is spent exploring the past, it is the youth who take care of the grandson alone.

"Aryan accompanied Rosa to read until Rud prepared to propose, Ma."

Again, my mother's sight looked far away. A moment later closed his eyes. Hold tight so that the story can be conveyed appropriately. His eldest son was increasingly exposed to impatience. What is really being hidden?

"Has right," it is clear short that the mother who actually adds to the burden of the ear to continue to want to hear.

"If she had read the next chapter, I think she'd be more upset than this."

A piece of that sentence, has not yet answered the brother's curiosity. But he was faithful to listen. He understood, with the weight of the mother telling the story, there must be a dilemma.

"They should be together."

Along with the fall of the sentence, the tears of the mother melt. The eldest man took a tissue and handed it to the woman who was respected as her birth mother was. He hugged but it was not worth it. There are limits that he knows he can't break.

"I mean, Mama?" The brother finally cut off the mother's explanation.

In the sobs that still continue to make the chest tight, rumbling until the rigidity is broken, Mama strengthens her heart to break the mystery. "It's all because of Mr. Dhe Haryo."