Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

The Secret Behind the Rain

The novel with a cover of black, white and pink color was briefly covered when the end of chapter two was completed. The girl's smile was singled out for a while but then it changed to flat and switched with a lovable looseness. His clear eyes slowly became watery and ignited a discoloration there, the clear white became reddish.

The girl who was a reader of the novel shed tears. There seemed to be a memory that ignited his emotions, moved. "You started off so deep, Mom. Even then I was only limited to admiring the tenderness of the gaze of a handsome-looking man. But you have sown love so much."

Doubt ensnared his two fingers that would open the next sheet of his past memory novel. But the conviction of the heart that wants to continue to uncover the secrets of the man who accompanied his day in the past, making the new chapter finally read as well.

Chapters. 3: Your tears

Monday, the day that is always boring to expect his arrival was actually my first day as unemployed. After coming out of the campus as an S2 student and resigning as an asdos, I enjoyed my free day. Tracing the deserted streets after the time entered office hours. I run my bike under the sky hanging water spots that will soon turn into rain.

No destination, that's the journey I'm on now. Approaching the location of a campus that is identical to the color white, suddenly it rains so swift. It was too late to dodge, I finally kept my motorbike splitting the streets that were swept by the rushing water that came down from the sky.

In the dim view, I found a face that managed to hold me. He was nailing, allowing himself to become a victim of the ferocity of the crazed rain. Back, our eyes were fused together. But I found a difference there. There were silent strokes and bumps of taste that were not like anything. Slowly faint and finally our view was hindered by the darkness of increasingly heavy water.

My mind's distracted. Not by the shadow of his face as it was a few days ago but by an expression that did not reveal the twinkle of happiness. There is a feeling of anxiety that looms. Is he not okay?

If only I could, I would have stopped the time to be able to hold it. Provides calm because of the sense of was was that is suffering from it. If only I had the power, I would remove the rain and I would radiate the sunshine. For her sad face to return to the twinkle that yesterday made my heart tremble.

Those thoughts kept haunting my brain even until I got home and drowned myself in a bathtub filled with warm water, his shoulder face playing in my memory. Is he hurt?

Which lover would hurt a girl? Is he her lover? Am I too late to find him? Or is it a sign that God is answering my question to link the rope of arranged marriage?

Aarrgghh!

I released my fatigue with a scream under the shower. I don't think I'm willing to see him hurt while I can't do anything. I should have stopped and taken him away. Leaving behind the rain and sadness on his face.

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The novel was closed, the girl nailed in front of the dresser mirror. Staring at a face similar to his. Bringing the mind to a time when the novel's story becomes a true story.

As the rain patter was told, it completely soaked his body which was also wet by tears. His decision to reject the man who fought for his love for ten years, drew condemnation from his best friend. But he can what? Love cannot be forced.

A long sigh he let go, sending memories to his complicated love story. About the man who became his happy son, who was now all gone, leaving him alone. Only the novel in his hands does he want to know, unlocking the secret of his past love's failure.

"Eat first, you have missed dinner" said the man, taking a plate of food for the girl.

"Would I eat, I be able to catch up with those who leave me?" ask the girl with a smile made to laugh at herself, a hidden fragility.

"Don't chase the one who's already running on a different track. Walk along with the one beside you!" obviously the man with his smile, trying to make the ayu girl not keep glued to her sadness.

"Are you still interested in leveling up? From brother to darling?" asked the girl while trying to hold back the tears that were about to flow back.

Apparently the sentence he said himself "From Abang So Darling" opened his memory to someone who used to reign in his heart but has now left. The man beside her seemed to realize what was happening. He bent his legs, resting in front of the sitting girl.

"Only Dion has that level. I will remain your brother, never able to replace him in your heart" said the man, wiping away the growing tears.

The girl lowered her head. Staring at the black bead of the man before him. "Sir, go! Don't spend your time on me. Find a woman who can make you happy."

"I don't need another woman. My happiness is to be your brother, here with you," said the man, curling his perfect smile.

A steam of rice was already waiting in front of the mouth of the ayu girl. The hand of the man held it out. Trying to feed the food so that the girl's stomach is filled with energy that will be her strength to get through the day. The patience shown by the man finally made the girl open her mouth.

A beautiful smile spread on the lips of the man. "Go back to being the always cheerful Rosa, ketus when teased and stubborn when you don't like!" said the man as he stroked the hair of the girl in front of him.

"There's no reason to make me smile" the girl replied.

"Am I not an excuse? Ah ... Of course not! Smile because you are happy you have to create it yourself not because of anyone else" said the man while taking a glass of water for the girl he was bribing.

"I don't even want to be happy without her" the girl chimed in with a flat tone.

"Do you think Dion would be happy to see you like this?" asked the man while continuing to feed the girl before him.

The girl looked down and shed her tears again. "I miss the joy of making me happy."

The man then took a standing position and grabbed the girl into his arms. He let the girl sob in memory of Dion, the halal lover who had now returned to the bosom of the Creator. The man did not try to comfort with his sentence because he knew, all the girl needed was a backrest not a word that would only further strengthen the memory of loss.