Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Mother's Prayer

Mas rud twisting body. Shoulder girl ayu he touched. Slowly, he made them face each other. Eyes made one look. Hearts are laid out through the netra highlight. "Are you going to make Aryan a husband?"

Mas Rud's question was so striking that there was a solid question churning. Mayu girl captivated by turmoil. Thought gamang. In fact, that short sentence made his mind trapped by the snare.

"Abang remains an uncle" said lirih ayu girl.

Mas Rud lifted the chin of the ayu girl who made him bow. "Papa and Uncle are different. Your son needs status not just genuine affection."

The ayu girl threw a glance from the man who was in front. "Not for now and in the near future. Maybe even forever. Setting the heart because left behind is not a thing that can be done a few days. It all takes time."

Sentence girl ayu kentara if not just an explanation, but there is a satire. It seems like the wound still leaves lara because love still has the same taste.

"I came back to erase the trail of pain for leaving you without explanation, Sa. I think you already know what makes me do that. Believe me, if until this second, I still love you like I used to."

"Your feelings may still be the same, but things are different, Mas. We both have other hearts to guard."

"There is no heart to take care of anymore, you are the one who shuts down."

Mas Rud took off the fingers and chins that were united. He shifted his body and immediately turned the round steering wheel. The car was on the street with passengers standing still.

Time that continues to pass in freezing, it turns out to bring ayu girl down the sleeping flowers. Either because of fatigue or a feeling that arouses until he falls deeply.

Mas Rud reached out and stroked the long black mane. "I'm sorry I forced you, honey. Your stubbornness must be me who softens, for I know in your heart there is only me but you do not want to confess."

The car that kept on going, had arrived at a vast courtyard filled with green-leafed trees. Shady and very soothing to make ayu girl not also awake from her slumber.

Mas Rud turned on the device that he had deliberately turned off. He then wrote a message addressed to his brother.

Your sister's asleep. I'll take her home when she wakes up. He's safe in my house. There's a mother who will keep him from my savagery. Don't worry about overdoing it.

Messages sent immediately overwritten with a call. Mother who is the purpose of the phone, only takes a moment to answer.

"Please open the front door, Bun! Rud wants to bring in a sleeping Rosa."

The call was closed without waiting for more time to pass.

Immediately, Mas Rud descended and opened the door to the left of the ayu girl. Full of careful attitude, he lifted the tiny body so that his deep sleep was not disturbed. Even the door closed slowly so that the sound was small in the sense of hearing.

The distance between the parked car and the room did not make Mas Rud a fog. The girl who was struggling made him drift until the steps felt light without burden. Let alone a flat surface, dozens of stairs were bulldozed without knowing the word kebas.

The door of his personal space that had been opened by the mother, made it easier for Mas Rud to carry his lover. The bed is the goal so that the girl can be immediately laid down. Not because he was beaten tired because if allowed he prefers to linger carrying ayu girl in his touch.

Lord ... allow me to see him sleep every time his drowsiness comes ambushing. Let me be the man he saw last and first when his eyes closed and re-opened.

I want to see your face every time. Your ketus adorable, but your innocent face makes me can't help but give you a touch. I wanted to hug you all night. Giving warmth to your soul which I believe is shrouded in the coldness of feeling.

Quiet for a moment, Mas Rud then stretched out a blanket to cover more than half the body of the girl ayu. Go back to watching and then go away. Let her love enjoy a beautiful dream without her passion.

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"She said she'd bring a daughter-in-law and grandchildren, where's the granddaughter?" teased the mother as soon as Mas Rud approached the living room.

"My son is with him, Bun. The next time I bring it here," said Mas Rud casually as if they had truly become a small family.

"What are you saying or have you acknowledged, Rud?" Mother does not stop flirting.

Mas Rud smiled knottyly. "How could I possibly take her to bed in the room if she refused me, Bun?"

The mother gave a small blow to the son's arm. "Don't be naughty! That's zina."

"Mother thought is far away. Rud still knew the limits. That's obviously off-limits, but if you take a little nyicil, you can still be sorry, can't you, Bun?" asked Mas Rud at the end of his pretentious sentence.

Mother again hit the son by adding a little energy. "Rest! Tame your wild thoughts!"

"In the room, Bun?" tease Mas Rud by raising both his eyebrows together.

Mother holds out the left ear of her youngest son. "On the couch here."

"Ah, Mother is not fun!" chirping Mas Rud.

The Mother ignored the judgment of her handsome son. He chose to climb the stairs and enter the room. Sit on the edge of the bed while taking a small frame from the nightstand. Photo with the deceased husband, he observed with seriousness.

Well ... do you see our son has returned? Not just his physique but also his great love for Rosa, our former future daughter-in-law who failed and now Rud assured that he would really sit in the guarantee.

Mother rubbed the picture of the husband. "May our son be given happiness with Rosa yes, well. Mommy can't do it if they end up back apart."

There was a crystal that suddenly flowed. A mother's love sees her son again fighting for taste, making prayer her lip-splitter. For verily, the happy hope of his son is as his wish.

Oh Allah ... You are the owner of the strap. However, allow the servant to continue begging You to relate the love between the servant's son and his father's girl. They have passed bitter bitterly separated, now their desire to gulp the sweetness of togetherness.

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Under the warmth of the blanket embrace, the girl ayu raked netra while remembering where she was now. The room that is not yet familiar in sight makes curiosity should be given an answer immediately. He thought of finding a bright speck of location that he occupied.

"Mas Rud," said the girl as she looked at her large photo hanging on the wall of the room.