Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Let It Walk As It Is

"Pa ... tumben stopped by? Who's it gonna look for, huh?" ask Kristy who happened to meet Mr. Najendra Dharma in the parking lot of her yard car.

Replying to the hand of the youngest child, the father without blood relationship status smiled. "Just got home koas?"

"Yes, Pa."

Both of them rushed to the terrace of the house. The door was unlocked, making them able to directly enter without having to knock. Papa sat in the living room and Kristy said goodbye to cleaning up.

When Mr. Najendra Dharma was playing the device, the head of the family who was none other than the mother approached with a friendly smile. "It's been a while, Mom?"

The face is raised, a smile is developed and the device is placed. "I just arrived. Tumben deserted? Where's my grandson?"

"It's booby, Mas. All day playing, it looks like a tadpole." Mama explained as she opened some of the jars of snacks on the table. "Please, Mum!"

Whether the snack was tempting to taste or just as a courtesy, the middle-aged man stretched out an arm to reach out to him. "I miss my grandson's funny behavior. It's my fault for being here at night."

Papa Aryan seems to enjoy chewing in the chat. "This food what's its name? It's delicious too."

"Fork, Mas. If it's rare here, it probably doesn't exist."

"What is garut?" look at the Master who has a hobby to spread jokes.

"Graut the tubers. Like sweet potatoes that can be eaten. It's just, if the yam leaves spread. While garut leaves similar to turmeric, height and width."

While enjoying a snack that has only been eaten once in a lifetime, the man twisted his mind. "I've never been to the garden, don't know what turmeric is like."

Mom smiled. "Tomorrow when it's noon here, Mas. I'll show you a bunch of plants in the back garden. Let Mr. Najendra Dharma also know nature, not just know the artist of the film."

Two people over half a century old were throwing smiles and laughing together. A simple joke that makes you happy. That is the beauty of friendship at an age that is no longer young. Both themselves will feel lonely.

"Well, you can, too. Weekend I'm here, again. You're home, aren't you?"

"There's no exit plan this week, ma'am. I'll call you later, again."

"Cie .. Does anyone make a deal, right?" tease Kristy who just got off her room.

"Yes, donk. Let singles like you and Aryan get hot. Isn't it, Dik?" the teasing of the father who was greeted with a smile by the mother.

"Well, is there anything conspiring? Really, really," grumbled Kristy while picking up snacks in the same jar with the papa. They alternated putting their hands in. Pleasantness and blissful intimacy.

"You really don't have a boyfriend, Kris?" search papa with his casual style.

Kristy who was no less relaxed also chimed in, "Which pursues a lot, Pa. But nothing has clicked on the heart."

"Sik, your son is arrogant. How arrogant is that?" joking papa who greeted the smile of the mother.

"Search who can click dong, Pa!" chirp Kristy next. Lightly without burden, let alone the shame that attacked.

"Tuh, Mas Aryanmu is also single. Just gaet!" the advice of the papa while teasing by raising both eyebrows together.

"Is there a choice, Pa? Aryan's heart is laminated."

The father and mother frowned at the same time. Kristy who realized immediately chimed in her sentence again, "Love Mas Aryan has been secured from outside attacks."

"Laminating is only resistant to water absorption, Kris. Burned fire he'll melt. So ... you know, right?" said the papa with his implied advice.

The mother shook her head. Feeling that the youngest daughter is indeed happy to joke. That's the other side of Kristy that makes her adorable but sometimes annoying.

"Mas, you have to rethink if you want to make him a son-in-law. How does Aryan want to have a model wife like this?" satirize the mama.

The father just laughed. "It's a business, too, Kris?"

"Yes, Pa. Which soul mate do we know, huh? Sister Rosa who was patted but I was hijabed," said Kristy relaxed while chewing the remaining crupuk garut a little.

"You mother or you, Papa are both happy."

Kristy puts her hand together for toss. "You marry Aryan or not, Papa is still my dear Papa. But ngarep's more sinful, isn't it?" Kristy showed off her smile.

The mother only listened to the conversation of two people in front of her. In silence his mind floated. The eldest son who was used as a subject opened the memory of the man's sincerity to his eldest daughter.

God ... Is Aryan's love for Rosa still there? Or has it really turned into love? But is there such a deep sincerity?

"Sir, how come we daydream?" ask the father who broke the mother's mind.

"I'm thinking of Aryan, Mas. How could he love my daughter that deep?"

"Don't you, I'm confused too, brother."

"I'm sorry my daughter, Mom. Because of Rosa, Aryan has not been married until now. Though you really want momong grandson," said mama with a sad sentence.

"They're both my sons, too, brother. Your granddaughter is also my grandson. How can you say I don't have a grandchild?" entertain the father who can make mama share her smile.

"Thank you, Mom. Your existence completes the happiness of my daughter and granddaughter. If without your presence and Aryan somehow Rosa can live her day until this moment."

"We are family, brother. Don't keep thanking me. You have said it a hundred times. Next time I hear it again, I'll marry the two children. How's it?" timpal papa with his casual style.

"Mas," replied the mother in unacceptable tone.

"Eat him, stop. We live this life in a relaxed manner. Let our children feel their feelings. If the soul mate would be together. But if not then there will definitely be another couple coming."

"I'm so, Pa," exclaimed Kristy deliberately fading the novelty that mama created.

"Are you having a crush on Masmu?"

Cuek Kristy gave an answer, "Mas Aryan was washed away, Pa. Every woman who sees it is in love. Rosa is the only one who is hard of heart. There's an angel but it's unconscious."

"That's why Mas Aryanmu fell in love. Your mother should be opium," said the mother who lived the papa.

"Aryan is different. His love from the heart is not just tempted by physical beauty alone," the father opened the facts.

"Then my chance is small, Pa? Looks like Mas Aryan will never turn his heart?" Kristy said casually until it was difficult to guess whether it was from the heart or just on the lips.

"You really expect love from your Masmu?" take mom seriously.

Kristy simply answered by shrugging both of her shoulders. It made the father who was stared at by the mother to do the same thing. The difference is that there is a second-hand force participating. As a result, my mother was confused.

"Did Kristy mean it with her words?"