Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

The Rosa Men

Kristy's watered-down brain picks up the signals of the connection between her already cool niece early in the morning and the presence of someone she recognizes. Instantly he returned to the room but his Junior had already disappeared. "Where is the boy?"

Ignoring her messy appearance, Kristy exits the room. Dozens of stairs he libas to go to the place he has been map to be the purpose of the meeting. True, the two men who owned the love of the beautiful eldest Atmadja family were there.

"Where are you going?"

The two men looked. Simultaneous answers were thrown with a degree of similarity almost reaching the level of perfection. "Streetings dong, Aunty."

"Where's the license?" search Kristy while reaching out her palm.

"Om Rud, take care of Aunty!" di-junior commands like a big boss.

Mas Rud was in style, standing tall with hands of respect. "Ready, boss!"

Big step then Mas Rud turn. In front of Kristy, he gave a report. "Good Akunty Kristy, today Di-junior wants to go out with Om Rud. Ask for permission, will you?"

"If you dare, let's go with mama!" kristy's orders looked at the nephew.

"Of Rud!" Di-junior looked back at Mas Rud to ask permission from the mama.

"Mama is not allowed. Since when did you let me go with a stranger, honey?" Suddenly the ayu girl gave an answer before Mas Rud asked for approval.

"Of Rud!" Again Di-junior called Mas Rud with the intention of making his mother obey.

The man who was called repeatedly showed gestures so that Di-junior would not have to worry. He approached the ayu girl who was still standing nailing on the number one rung. Two pairs of eyes belonging to the aunty and the nephew observed without making a blink.

"I just wanted to take her for a walk. If you want to come, come on!" take Mas Rud very calmly.

Ayu girl frowning. The mindset of the man before him was always beyond reason. Where might he let his son get closer while he planned to keep his distance.

Choosing not to comment, ayu girl took the initiative to seduce the little boy. "Honey, the streets will be the same mom and uncle, yes?"

"But Uncle is still busy working, Ma," said Di-junior, who already knows that his new brother will meet him at the end of Sunday.

"The streets will have to use money, so uncle work first. If the same is true of Om Rud, hayo? He doesn't work, where's the money try?" persuade ayu girl with a smile as sweet as honey.

In-junior is too smart to take it for granted. With a definite step, he left the mother and drew closer to his Om Rud.

"Om Rud not working?" plain asked Di-junior.

Mas Rud formed some thin lines on his forehead. Observing the daughter's son a moment, then look at the little boy's mother. Both eyebrows he raised as a cipher to look for answers.

Ayu girl does not bully. He raised his facial expression, deliberately making Mas Rud frown.

Ignored by the ayu girl, Mas Rud actually returned to cool his expression. He stared at Di-junior with a lip-decorating smile. "Om Rud's off work, honey. But calm ... Om Rud has plenty of money."

Girl ayu bobble. He always loses if the son is happy. Because he remembers very well the message of the brother who must prioritize the happiness of the only son.

While Kristy laughed seeing her eldest brother could do nothing because Mas Rud had already mastered the son. "Mas, the hunt is leaving! Sister Rosa is a plan, now silence can be a moment to tear."

"Aunty, it's not! My mama is the best in the world" wooed Di-junior, asking Mas Rud to bring her closer to her.

Wordlessly, the right cheek of the woman he loved was kissed gently. "Di-junior dear Mama."

If it is like that, then whose heart does not melt. Although he knows the speech of the son of modus, but the girl ayu feels that the love of Di-junior is so sincere.

"Mama also loves you very much, dear," replied the girl ayu while kissing the forehead of the son just puppet.

The position of Di-junior who was in Mas Rud's arms, made the face of the girl ayu just a thin distance in front of the man. His courage a few years ago to steal the first touch of the girl's lips, this time he repeated. Not in the same place, but on the right cheek.

The girl turned her head and almost had their lips touched. Hurriedly, the lady in the woody manner withdrew. His heart was beating uncontrollably. He wanted to be ordinary but he couldn't.

"Honey, go home before afternoon, yeah! Remember, don't get through!" order girl ayu while stepping away.

"Kris, help Ma'am prepare the needs of Di-junior for a walk! Don't forget to bring a change of clothes and wet wipes!"

After the message was delivered, the ayu girl took a step to leave the ex. His heart still could not be broken. He has no power to linger close to each other, because it really makes him a continuous mess.

A glass of clear water he gulped as soon as the ayu girl reached the kitchen. "Mas Dion .. brother ..."

"What's calling them?" Mama who accidentally heard because she was cooking was powerless to stay still.

The woman who has passed the age of half a century is so familiar with the character embedded in her daughter with great accuracy. If the names of the men are called, the sign that the princess' heart is being twisted by bitter taste.

"In-junior, Ma."

Ayu girl paused her sentence for a while before she finally returned she continued. "Why is it so easy to get close to Mas Rud? How can I keep them away?"

Mama seemed to be breathing. He stared at the princess because he knew what was raiding the niche of the heart of the girl ayu. "Sometimes, a mother has to put her ego aside for the happiness of a baby."

Mama's advice is quite short, but right hit the target. Ayu girl does not need to be delved into long descriptions because she easily catches what is implied.

"Ma," greet the girl without continuing the word let alone sentence.

"What knows is that your heart is only yours" said the mother without waiting for her daughter to speak again.

Ayu girl is trying to scold the heart. Who controls the top of the taste. Status carries the name of the husband as the highest owner. But when he had left and his loyal brother accompanied, clashing as he left him just like that. Mas Rud, the former who came back still has room until the pounding bar he can not finish.

That complicated feeling this second is pinching pain and getting worse. Who doesn't want to be loved? But if many men become his choice, to whom does love finally give a taste?