Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

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When Mas Rud was still dissolved in the delusion of the past with the ayu girl, the phone ringing interfered. Time had far left the night, making the tall man immediately return to the room to pick up the device. Finding who the caller is, the ring is stopped in the senses of the listener.

"What's up, Lyca?" asked Mas Rudaya as he walked back to the balcony.

"It turns out you still remember me, Mom. I thought I had forgotten," said Lyca, with a small quip.

"I'm not that bad, Lyca. Sorry, I ignored your call this afternoon."

The girl who had bonded the engagement without feeling was a little published laughter. "I know for a fact that Mas Rud is with Sister Rosa."

Mas Rud no longer chimed in. He asked Lyca what she meant by calling him. Because since his arrival in Indonesia, only this time the girl called.

"Did Mas Rud have managed to get back to taking the heart of Sister Rosa?" Lyca actually returned to explore something that Mas Rud deliberately closed.

"Have you also gone back to Anton, I mean Mr Kenzo?" telisik Mas Rud returned a similar question to Lyca.

"It's not that easy, Mom. He has another heart he must take care of."

What Lyca explained made Mas Rud think of something similar. Does the girl have the same thoughts as Lyca. Although the household separation between Rosa and Mr. Kenzo is different, their status is similar as widower and widow with 1 child.

"Lyca, did Mr Kenzo return to express his feelings for you?"

"Why ask like that? Did Sister Rosa reject Mas Rud?" Lyca seemed to be able to read what Mas Rud meant from the question he was running. His ex-fiancee was like trying to find answers from the attitude of her mother through Lyca.

"He asked me to come back to you" I Mas Rud did not close the reality that the girl said.

"That's the same thing I did to Ken, Mas. I also asked Monica to come back."

Mas Rud is increasingly interested in the mystery of the heart that is being shown by two women who were once thought to be his soul mate but missed all. "Why did you do that, Lyca? Don't you care about your own feelings? Don't you love each other? Why hurt each other again?"

Lyca sighed for a moment before answering. "Women always put their feelings forward, Mas. But that doesn't mean it's always controlled by the heart. A woman's loyalty to her partner occupies the highest throne as a form of honor and self-esteem. Like Sister Rosa who tried to ignore the sense of Mas Rud that she still clearly felt for the loyalty she gave to her dead husband."

Such a long Lyca sentence, Mas Rud digested it slowly. "It's so complicated that woman's heart, Lyca."

"It's complicated our story, Mas. Didn't we?" Lyca tried to melt the atmosphere that was too stiff because of the love that was really winding.

"I'll keep fighting until he's convinced that I'm the only dock of his last love" said Mas Rud, who made Lyca give a big applause.

"Lucky that Rosa was loved so much, Mas. Just try to be him, how happy!"

"Mr Kenzo loves you so much in Lyca, too" said Mas Rud.

"He chose Monica. I'm just being the love set aside by her, Mas. How terrible is my fate? Dumped the man who loves me and also ..." Lyca did not continue her sentence.

Mas Rud was able to guess what sentence Lyca should have said to perfect his truly depressing expression of feelings. There were doubts about continuing, but then he was forced to give reinforcement.

There was laughter heard even though the bitter tone was so vividly trembling. "Mas Rud need not apologize to me. It should be the Malik family that did it. They forced you to accept me. And everyone knows that we don't love each other."

"I was wrong to accept it. I know what it will be like in the end. Then, why don't you refuse our matchmaking? Are you interested in me?" Mas Rud tried to dilute the atmosphere by slightly offering a laugh.

"Believe yourself too high, my dear. I'm just trying to learn to accept another heart" Lyca honestly.

Mas Rud again examined the sentence that Lyca said. "Did your learning process succeed in loving me?"

"Fortunately not. You're good but I realize it's just a form of attention to friends. Your feelings for me are nothing more than that, Mom."

Actually Mas Rud knew that Lyca was expecting a little more from him, but he kept the truth so that the woman would not feel so pitiful.

"Thank you, huh? You want to fall in love many times with the Malik family bodyguard" Mas Rud said in a joking tone.

"Because the Malik family bodyguards are all options, Mas. Not only good at using firearms but also attractive," Lyca admitted reality.

Lyca spoke so brightly, because the line of handsome bodyguards became the security guard of his extended family. Call it Anton, the man who has taken his heart. Mas Rud, a former fiancee, prefers her widowed ex over her. And there was also Tommy, the bodyguard who was secretly putting his heart on.

"But the bodyguard you love isn't an ordinary bodyguard, Lyca. He's the heir to his family's throne."

"I loved her before I even knew the truth, Mom. My race to him is sincere."

"I know that, Lyca," honestly Mas Rud admitted what he also knew.

Some time they were silent to each other. There's an awkwardness to keep talking about each other's feelings.

M. Rud took the initiative. "You didn't call me just to ask all this, did you, Lyca?"

"Ah, no! I just want to make sure Mas Rud is okay. I'm waiting for good news." Lyca acknowledged the simple intention behind the show of calling Mas Rud.

"I'm also waiting for some good news from you guys" Mas Rud said back before the phone was closed.

Long breaths Mas Rud released after his conversation with his former fiance became a history of calling. He put a smart thing in his pants pocket.

A moment later, he took the device again. Netraya looking for her father's maiden name. The word online that becomes a marker if his love is still awake, makes Mas Rud try to send a message to him.

Can't you sleep because there's no me holding you?

The message was immediately blue. Mas Rud instantly developed a smile. Especially when ayu girl is typing, the sense of happiness increasingly makes the narcissistic man not warty.

His mind was buana. Thinking of what he would read in return for his appeal.

"Darling, what are you writing?"