Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Asking Heart

The reality opened by the mother slightly disturbed Mas Rud's feelings. The anger is not entirely clear. Disposing of pain is not as easy as the palm of the hand that is reversed. The taste is not an inanimate object that can be lost when the seconds change.

"Whether you wear sunglasses in the car?" search for brother while on the way to the grave of his beloved sister's husband.

"Let's not glare" replied Mas Rud origin.

"Kirain was crying last night," the brother sneered calmly.

Instantly the glasses were off the net. "Look at my perfect beauty! Where are the eyes? There's a radiance of charm."

"Rud, your narcissism is acute."

The black glasses were reused. "It is precisely my narcissism that makes Rosa unable to turn away."

"That was it," the elder brother chimed in while turning the round steering wheel.

Their journey has come to their destination. The funeral parades stopped the vehicle. Two handsome men descended with sunglasses perched on the net one of them.

The brother carried a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers, while Mas Rud carried a basket of flowers to sprinkle in the navel. Walking parallel to the two men down the path to the resting of the beautiful female husband in their hearts.

"I'm back" first greeting brother while putting the flowers he brought.

"This time I'm not delivering your wife, but the man you once cheated on."

Mas Rud who understood the signal given by the brother immediately sprinkled flowers on the navel of the girl's husband. The first thing he did was give a smile. Then rub his headstone.

"I'm sorry, I just came!"

Mas Rud's sentence paused a long time ago. He even started to open his sunglasses. "Dion, I'm back."

Another sentence for his former rival. "I won't play sneaky behind your back anymore. My intention is to come here, to ask permission from you. My return is to fight for his heart."

My brother just kept listening. The chatter of two men who own the heart of the brother if only it can be heard by others will certainly be very heartbreaking. Unfortunately, it seems only he would understand it.

If this is what Dion said in return that wanders in the heart of the brother. "Rud, he's supposed to be yours. I'm just luckier to be with him first. It could be me being sneaky, because taking it when you're creating it on purpose. Though I myself know how his heart remains for you even though his body is by my side. We just exchanged positions."

When my brother became a translator of a different world chat, he himself could not refuse not to comment. His inner voice spoke, telling him about the complexity of the sense between them was taken from his point of view.

I'm just a guy who comes in as a story mediator. Not the protagonist or antagonist who fights for the love of the main character of the woman. For me, your love is nothing wrong. It's just that God deliberately wrote down a little complicated. Not toying with feelings, just to show that love cannot be forced.

Suddenly, the clear sky turned soft. Cloudy as if huddled, feeling the struggle of the feelings of three men who shaded. Peeling the complexity of the taste, lovers of different worlds honest with his heart.

The flowing clear speck, made Mas Rud and brother flinch. They refuse to run like they have. Because as far as anything goes, if it can not forget precisely the inner torment that will creep up without a creak, sniffling ignites a rage.

"When it rains when the sun is shining we will be able to see the rainbow. Can I relate to our story?" said Mas Rud was somehow intended for whom.

"Dion, your departure is like a rainstorm that leaves a sore lara. I know he's lost you so much. When his heart was being held hostage to pain, it was fortunate that there was Aryan. Although I do not know how much he sacrificed, but I am sure if the presence is a booster Rosa to survive until now. She was like a shining sun, making Rosa's happy hue glow again. And I'm the one who comes when it's too late, let me do the damn thing, the depraved bastard who hopes to be the rainbow that will make it beautiful in your sight."

Mas Rud sighed deeply after saying such a long sentence. He listened without commenting.

"All the complexity of this sense is me starting and let me also make it done. If it all starts with my race and taste, let me close his heart back to the love we had."

Your inner brother voiced the feelings he was harboring. "You said I was the sun, Rud? You wrong. I don't want you to be called the king of the day who will drown when dusk comes. Simply you say me as a small candle that illuminates it when it is pitch greeting. No matter day or night, I am willing to melt myself as long as it is illuminated by bright light. That's me."

From far away, a sound interrupts the muttering of the brother. "Aryan, you're a brother. For me and for Rosa. And it seemed, as well as for Rud in the future. Are you willing?"

The brother did not answer the voice that only he heard, but instead looked at the man beside him who wanted to be a rainbow for his Rose. "Dion blessed you to be a rainbow."

Momentarily Mas Rud turned his head. Checking the truth of the answer from someone who is next he should call brother. The smile he found, had yet to fully answer the question.

"Where do you know?"

"I told you, I know everything about you guys" he said with confidence. Take a breath and then say, "You know? I'm the late one."

Brother paused the sentence. Mas Rud simply kept silent without any intention of asking further. Because he knew the man would explain it after this.

"I loved Rosa when she made the decision for her heart, giving Dion a chance after you suddenly left. I tried sincerely, and more sincere when the incident in Jogja. I know how complicated it feels between us. Even Dion was willing to give up when you were amnesiac and all you remember was his wife."

The story that the brother opened left Mas Rud dumbfounded. He could not understand how the man who had now left had a truly holy heart. "Dion, you are an angel. It's not wrong if in the end Rosa chose you as my replacement for the son of a bitch."

He rubbed the back of the man beside him. "Don't call yourself that. I know what really happened so you did it all. Dion I'm sure knows how much you feel. She'd be happy to see Rosa happy with you, like she used to."

The two men shed tears. There, an angelic hearted lover also felt a dense novelty. The circle of feeling towards Rosa is a trigger until the shahdu roars. May the love of God make all happy.

Dion remains happy even though her eternal lover is taken care of by another man who is clearly not her. Not just one, but two. The three of them are lovers with different styles but focused on one focus, the happiness of Rosa and the son at once.