Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Wishing

Can I make her happy?

"You've made me happy, Bang."

The grip of the hand slowly opened the closed eyes of the elder brother. The two brothers met with a look. Talk to each other even without a voice.

"Rosa," said the elder brother as he blinked his eyes.

The sister painted a smile from both ends of her lips. It was so sweet that my brother developed his smile. The two of them gave each other a smile, unfortunately slowly the face of ayu disappeared.

The brother gasped. For a moment he nailed and a moment later he let his breath lengthen. He chose to sit and sit. Set a sense of the dreams he experienced. The fast sleeping flower came and vanished a moment later.

"What does this dream mean?" asked the brother while scooping his face slowly.

The wall clock in the family room was stared at by the brother. Time that still shows mid-night, making him re-exhale rough breaths.

His tired body returned he let it melt. Both arms he was as close as possible and thoughts were carried flying. Remembering the short dream that made him overrun with a dense question mark.

Apparently, the brother felt unsettled. He couldn't make a show to immediately melt himself. The choice to get up a little later he rafts. Leaving the contest to walk.

"Not sleeping, Bang?"

Instantly the brother turned his body. In front, stood his dear sister with a pillow face. The hair was left a little messy. His clothes are not neat.

"I'm awake. Why awake?" kilah the brother who is perfected with the question back.

"Well," the sister chimed in as she headed to the table where a glass of water was presented there.

Without hesitation, the ayu girl gulped down the water. I don't know, why he could have dropped the choice without asking whose glass it belonged to. Luckily what he drank belonged to his brother, who was already used to sharing anything.

"That's thirsty? What's the dream?" ask the brother while approaching his sister.

The sister nodded. "Dreams wake up, brother. Uh, really wake up. Could it be, huh?" babble girl ayu.

"Inner blessing," said the brother while scrambling his sister's hair that was already messy.

"What's the matter, Bang?" joking girl ayu while dropping down on the sofa which was then followed by her brother.

"Wear the bakmi" chirped the brother who actually backfired for him.

The ayu girl was struggling spoiled on her brother's arm. "We buy bakmi yuk, Bang!"

"It's midnight. Tomorrow, just." The brother refused by promising a change of purchase time which in fact still makes the sister unwilling to accept.

"Yeah .. when it looks really good. Pedes-pedes. Uh ... yummy!" ayu's sister shows the expression of a famous chef tasting food.

The brother ruffled the top of the head of his beloved sister. "My soul is like a child. Yeah, let's make it, let's just."

"Can you do it?" look at the sister with a curious look.

"It should be possible, can cheat recipes on the internet. But ... because long time does not cook, so .. the taste is not guaranteed," chirped the brother with a smile.

"If it's not good, spend it yourself, Bang?"

"Can't do that, dong! We spend it together whatever it feels like," the brother bargained while leaning his back on the sofa.

"Abang can certainly cook a good," said the sister with enthusiasm.

"Don't twist your word, Sa! Later I'll be your ear jewel if my cooking is not good and you don't want responsibility."

"What the hell, anyway? Brother sister can't talk carelessly. That's not polite," the brother who made the sister so smile awkwardly.

"Sorry, Bang. Because of bakmi, here."

Shuffle in the hair again got dear sister. "Don't slander!"

"Well, I'm sleeping again, ah."

Ayu girl started to shuffle from sitting down. Not yet fully standing, his arm was held captive by the brother's grasp. Instantly he fluttered while looking at meyu. "What?"

Without answering, the brother stood up and grabbed his shoulders. "My company cooks bakmi!"

The girl ayu threw her sweet smile. "I know you're always good. Thanks, Bang. Mumpung Abang is not married, I want to spoiled first."

"Take as long as you want" the elder brother said, pulling his sister's hand to go to the cooking place.

Without awkwardness, the sister hugged the brother. The hug was also answered sincerely.

"Thank you, Bang. Because of you I can feel the affection of an older brother I've always wanted."

"I also thank you, for getting to know you, I got a little sister that I could pamper. Being an only child is lonely. Therefore, my Satyaku must have a brother as soon as possible. Don't let him be like me!"

Brother sat his sister in a chair. He chose to approach the refrigerator. Open the refrigerator and check the contents.

"How spicy do you want? What vegetables? A chicken? Eggs?" tell the brother to his sister who is fixated with her brother's bad behavior.

"Do not know more what I want," said the girl ayu with a gentle smile.

"What do I know?" timpal the brother while starting to prepare materials to make bakmi.

The brother got up from the chair. Approaching his brother who stood facing a wide variety of vegetables and kitchen spices. A sharp knife in his hand ready to play.

"What did I help you with, Bang?"

"Sit, aja!" order the brother while taking garlic.

The sister took an onion session in the brother's hand while showing off a smile. "Let me, Bang! It should be this kind of business that's about women."

The brother let his sister cook. A moment later he picked up a rubber band that happened to be on their deck. He gently tied his sister's hair with it.

"Cooking that hair don't get scratched!"

"On television, the hot chef has his hair draped" chirped the sister casually.

"Don't follow anything bad!"

The two brothers continued chatting without pause. Hand work mouth talk. In fact, often the nosy brother bothers his brother until laughter is created.

From a distance a pair of eyes belonged to the father, then noticed the behavior of his sons and daughters. "Aryan ... Aryan ..."

The middle-aged man shook his head. Feeling inexhaustible in the way of love that his son has. "That's when you love her, Aryan."

Loyalty in love, the father also has. For years left by his wife, there was no intention of getting married again. If he wants to, there will be many women who want to be a substitute. But that didn't happen. What an envious legacy.

God ... I am happy to plant faithful for the wife. I spent the day myself. But ... give a soul mate to Aryanku. Don't you let her age without love. If I may beg, give Rosa's heart to her. Because only he makes her happy. If it is another heart that You send, may my sons be happy.

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