Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

The Taste that Speaks

Two handsome men just flinching. Realizing that women's anger is more sinister than having to face a war-ready army vest, they choose to remain silent.

"Your task is to overcome two sulking daughters of mama!"

Rud and brother looked at each other. While Mama chose to pass from the front.

"What are we wrong?" mas Rud asked as he sipped water from the glass in front. Belongs to the girl whose father is still left.

"Love is never wrong" he said casually.

Mas Rud leaned back. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "We who are wrong do not fight for love until the end of life."

"Our struggle is different" said the elder brother with an ambiguous sentence.

"Nor does it matter. Because love knows who its partner is. We can compete healthily" said Mas Rud very wisely.

The brother responded no less elegantly. "Rose's happiness is everything."

Mas Rud first straightened his legs. Stand up for a moment and then move on. Look at your brother without feeling like a rival. The man who had the same love towards the ayu girl, nailed each other.

"When are we going to persuade them?"

"Tonight let them set their hearts. I want to go home now. You want to take it, right?" treat the brother with sincerity.

Mas Rud gave his consent. Nodding accompanied by a smile becomes a soothing answer. The two men showed that to love does not mean to hate each other.

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The car of ayu girl was driven by two men who had been visiting. The brother sat behind the wheel while Mas Rud was on the front bench on the left.

"Still living in Rendra's apartment?" Mas Rud opened the conversation.

"Rendra's apartment is up for sale."

"Dion?" Mas Rud asked the apartment belonging to the husband of the girl ayu.

"Actually, Rosa wanted to live there. But we don't allow. She's the kind of person who doesn't forget memories easily and it's not good to have to go back to the apartment that will always make her remember her husband."

Mas Rud was silent. The sentence slightly disturbed the pain that he had once created his own. Injuring ayu girl, not a little scratch but an incision that is so painful.

"Aryan, thank you."

The elder brother understood what Mas Rud meant to say that sentence. But he never responded to any form of thank you if it was related to ayu girl. For her, the sincerity of feeling to take care of her sister was without a price.

"Save your thanks."

Silence is created for a moment. The brother focused on driving while Mas Rud tried to resist the bitter taste. There is a sentence that accidentally flicked until the heart had to go back he freed from a small taste that narrowed.

"Before thanking you, I should have thanked Dion. He's the one who took away the wounds I made."

Mas Rud paused his sentence, "The two of you are the guardian angels of Rosa. And I'm the devil who misleads his feelings."

Mas Rud's words sounded heartbreaking. The laughter that he always appeared in front of the girl ayu, apparently kept a veil of shackling taste. Past mistakes that torment the heart, spilling in front of men who should not be able to know.

"In fact, the devil is not always hated" the brother said in a flat tone.

"Love it so deeply. Even the angels are invisible. That's love. Fight hard to tempt his heart until he can be sure if the devil is a snare that he cannot resist. Let this angel stay on duty, you don't have to worry."

Mas Rud turned to the man who had just spoken at length. He threw a thin smile and then rolled back his always-sweet face. Staring far ahead, the road in darkness.

"Angels and demons are always at odds. I'm jealous," I'm Mas Rud without hesitation.

What a beautiful jealousy. Not to fight each other muscles but talk without a word that nyolot. The clever rivalry.

Mas Rud again glued to the man on his right side. For a moment without batting an eye, his heart judged a high taste. The incredible love that incarnates from a man to a woman he loves most.

"We both love each other and are jealous. Do you want him just like me?" search Mas Rud.

The brother straightened his eyes on the man who owned the first love of his sister. "You sure you want to know?"

"No. I've guessed."

"Only I know my heart" the elder brother broke Mas Rud's thought.

Mas Rud returned a smile at the reply that brother spoke. As a fellow man, he understood how to be heart-loving. Although different ways but the goal is definitely the same. Blissfully. It's just the peak of happiness for whom, he still guessed.

They fell silent again. Thought is being aligned with feeling. Two lovers who are walking together, who will get to the end of his journey.

"My house is a white fence" explained Mas Rud as their car approached his house.

Brother pulled his car over. Stop right in front of the gate that Mas Rud mentioned. Until the separation limit, still no one speaks.

"Thank you, Aryan."

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Mas Rud was glued to the door of the house. The years he left, it seemed there was a reluctance that made him reluctant to make a call. The Mother has returned to their residence after having lived with her sister.

Sweet memories wrapped in bitterness, making her feelings bulge without direction. The pieces of the past make a doubt to enter. However, the move he had started would not be possible to make him retreat back. There is no giving up a second time.

A knock he finally made after his heart and mind had a chance to argue. In the wait until someone opens, the imagination drifts. What he's going to say, that's what he's looking for answers.

Mother ....

Mas Rud wanted to say a lot, but the sentence stopped at the greeting without continuation. Haven't met, his lips are gone. What if the woman who gave birth to it was already in plain sight?

As time passed, finally there was an attempt to open the door. The second that should not be too long feels like playing a drama. In the slow motion movement, time is like playing a kangen. The longing that was trapping Mas Rud, made his heart grow even more furious.

Slowly the door opened. A middle-aged woman with her black veil stood in disbelief. The look in his eyes showed that he was being ambushed by shock.

Her lips twitched, "Rud."

The man she called immediately scattered in her arms. Both are drowning in a sense that is difficult to explain. Happiness from a totally unthinkable encounter will happen this fast.

"You're home, son?" The Mother still does not fully believe if the one in her arms is the youngest son who has left carrying the wounds of love.

"Mother," that was all Mas Rud could say. No other word can be called. The longing that is exploding muzzles everything that he wants to say as a form of love. Shingles.

"Come in, kid!"

Mas Rud's steps slowly left the door and continued to advance. Passing through the first floor without stopping, then up the stairs and in front of him now plastered the door of the room. With a doubt aside, he turned the door handle.

A black bead swept across the room. A large photo hung on the wall of the room, making the look of his eyes sparkle.

Girl ayu.

Views ceased. His heart was reminded again of lara's framed love. A heartbreaking story that he wanted to melt and he made a new history.

"Have you come home for her, son?"