Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Flavoring Factory

"Hey, boy! You are so cool today. Who's wearing the shirt?" Mas Rud invited Di-junior to speak during the trip.

"Pick yourself dong, Om. Matching's not our shirt?" timpal Di-junior observed alternating the clothes they were wearing.

Choosing casual clothes, they are Korean-style. White short t-shirts and black knee-length pants, compact they wear. Do not forget the white color sneakers become a sweetener style of dress. It is only that simple, but the good looks of two people are indisputable.

Rud also compared. Apparently, involuntarily their minds were the same. The telepathy between them seemed to be starting to sharpen.

"We've been like papa and son, huh?" chirps Mas Rud who was immediately denied by Di-junior.

"Uncle Aryan said that whenever papa Di-junior is papa Dion."

Mas Rud was surprised by what was said from the son of the girl ayu, but he gasped because Aryan planted something that he never even thought of. Most men will give confidence if he is a substitute but the brother just immersed in that the papa will not be replaced. What an expensive attitude that can never be valued with money.

Mas Rud extended an arm. His fingers gently rubbed the mane peak of the little boy. The smile he developed was full of sincerity. "Uncle Aryan's right, Boy. Until whenever papa Dion is irreplaceable."

"Papa Di-junior is just one. But Di-junior can have papi, daddy, dad, or dad."

Mas Rud frowned. That little guy is magical. His mind is far above his age.

"Uncle Aryan said," said Di-junior as if knowing what was on Mas Rud's mind.

Again all is the fruit of the understanding that the brother taught. Mas Rud salutes more and more with the wise man he knows also planting flavor for his father's girl.

"Your uncle is so cool!" praise Mas Rud as he raises his thumb.

Di-junior developed his smile very widely. "Uncle is the hero, Om. Mama says Di-junior should always love the same uncle Aryan, because without him mama and Di-junior wouldn't be like now."

Meaningful words that are thrown from the son of the girl his father presents a large degree of curiosity about the role of the brother in the life of the woman he always loved without pause. Mas Rud felt that he should know everything.

"True mom, Boy! You should love your uncle because your father used to love him so much."

Mas Rud knew very well how Dion gave Aryan the confidence to be a brother, even though he knew that the man also had a taste in his lover. It may be sincerity that grows the seed of trust. Or indeed the two men have a bond of closeness, God Himself has written. The secret of destiny so that pain does not carve in the life of ayu girl.

"Then, did you love Om Rud?" telisik Di-junior that made Mas Rud not warted.

The answer he wanted to say was immediately obstructed. Honest or lying? He was dragged in a wave of shock. The story between him and his parents was too complicated for such a small child to understand.

"of course. Did my mom never tell me?" Mas Rud's intelligent answer finally snatched up an answer again. It was purposely designed to treat curiosity. How the ayu girl feels to her, that's what she wants to know.

Unfortunately, Di-junior made a slug. "Om Rud I just met. I think I have loved you for a long time. Why is that, Om?"

Mas Rud smiled. Although at first it sounded bitter because the girl ayu did not think it worthwhile to tell but in the end she could not resist the pleasure after hearing the dear son. At least that was how Mas rud considered Di-junior, sounding too confident but that was how his heart spoke.

Rud did not want to say much, dear. He only rubbed the top of the head of the girl's son ayu by perfecting a smile. "We'll get to know each other slowly. Okay!"

Di-junior held out both thumbs. It was a reply to the request for approval that Mas Rud had submitted. A curved smile also strengthens the answer that agreed it does not need to be labeled in doubt.

"Om Rud has known Uncle Aryan for a long time?" ask the next Junior.

"Mama Rosa, papa Dion, uncle Aryan and om Rud have known each other for a long time, Boy."

"That means Om Rud knows papa Dion? What's my dad like, Om?"

The clever toddler's question made Mas Rud's heart flutter. He must judge the rival in front of the beloved son of the man who is clearly in a love triangle with him. Complicated.

Breathing full of ripples of wounds try Mas Rud to pat on the outermost side of the heart that hurts. In the hidden pain, he let out a long sigh. "Your father is like a winged angel. Mama's always happy because there's a papa."

"It's worth it that you cry a lot after papa leaves," said Di-junior innocently without him being able to understand the turbulent taste so great it has whack the inner mama.

"Maybe you're missing Daddy Dion, so you're crying. Now your job is to make your mom happy. Understand, smart kid?"

"Omongan Om Rud is like Uncle Aryan. You guys are the same school, huh?"

Mas Rud was struck by the light questions that Di-junior posed. Just a simple set of words but aiming right at the target. The complicated story that took place between him and the boy's parents this time was being skinned.

"Uncle Aryan said what, Boy?" Now replace the skinning Mas Rud.

"Uncle always told Di-junior to inherit papa's good qualities. Always be a source of happiness for all, anytime and anywhere."

Di-junior spoke so lightly as if the sentence was embedded with roots that were already firmly planted.

Mas Rud was completely moved. The intention to tell a small story is actually spread a touching story. He is like foam in the ocean of love girl his father. The narcissist he painted was a little eroded. He was wrapped in doubt whether it felt really willing to make a girl ayu happy. He hurt so deeply while the two men at the girl's side were the elixir sucked without ever getting stuck.

"Truely said uncle, Boy."

Only that statement could Mas rud say. He felt very selfish this time. He echoed if his love is so big that ayu girl would be happy when with him. But he only realized the fact that as long as he left the girl ayu there were two men who tried to make happy with a lot of sacrifice.

"But uncle Aryan can make you laugh after crying because you remember papa" said Di-junior suddenly.

Mas Rud's sigh this time was accompanied by eyes that were suddenly closed. Considering Dion was his girl's wound-treater, he felt very guilty. The mention of the name Aryan further downplayed his role in the happiness of the girl his father.

Does he have to be willing to pull over to let the guy make the girl happy forever?