Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

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The journey spent in chatter that ransacked the feeling, really made Mas rud gamang. At first glance, he looks at the favorite baby of the girl he loves. The honest little boy made his wall of attractiveness slightly fuse.

"Mama was crying because papa was gone. Uncle Aryan always makes you happy. But, now there is Om Rud mama can be angry, cry, smile. My mom's getting weird, Om."

In-junior storytelling without being asked. He can catch the change in emotions of taste in the mother. He was confused because of age limitations. For him it was strange and the answer was strange. However, to Mas Rud it was a mood booster.

Mas Rud was like being electrocuted. Surprised but uphold again the spirit that had tangled. It turns out that his presence still ruffles the taste. Ayu girl may not have realized but her son is more sensitive. That doesn't matter. He knew full well that only time would bring him back to lean. I don't know when, but he'll keep fighting spirit.

"Om, later if we get to the uncle first, huh?" pinta Di-junior in her plain style.

The little boy was unaware that Mas Rud's feelings were being carried around in circles by the word for word he spread. It briefly floated, instantly dived sharply and then calmed down in the clouds.

Mas Rud turned the car towards a family tourist area. The parking lot began to be crowded, making it a little patient to find a place for his vehicle to get a place to lean. Until finally, there is an empty place under a shady tree that becomes the port of the wheels of the car.

"We're here, boy! It's time, we say hello to Uncle Aryan," explained Mas Rud showing maximum cheer.

The two men were competing to show off happy smiles. Di-junior feel happy folding. How not, he can walk with Om Rud at once will spill the longing in the uncle who some days do not meet.

At the end of here, Mas Rud started calling out the number he named uncle Aryan.

At the end of there, a different city, Uncle Aryan read the name Om Rud was calling him. He briefly ignored the work and immediately grabbed a smart object. From now on the priority of the caller that he should not ignore increases one, namely Mas Rud. Therefore, even though he is busy he will still set aside time.

"Uncle .. kangen!"

The first sound and appearance colored the netra, making the brother gasp. "His satya is uncle again the same Om Rud?"

The brother was surprised, but he was able to quickly find answers for what he saw. Always accompany the sister to read the novel from the former, making the togetherness between the nephew and the man can easily be concluded as one form of approach without the intention that he needs to worry. Mas Rud loved his sister so sincerely, so his little twin would certainly also take care of his whole body and soul.

"I took him for a walk. Okay, Uncle?" Mas Rud interrupted Duo Satya's conversation.

"As long as his mother finds out and my Satya is happy, I allow. But remember not to tire, starve, thirst!"

Mas Rud smiled at my brother's words. "Calm down! I'll look after your Satya like I was when I was a bodyguard. Everything's safe."

"Don't get to events like the time of a repeated charity auction. Who are you supposed to look after, who are you saving but who are the wounded?"

"Uncle ... Um.... What are you guys talking about, anyway?" In-junior interrupted the conversation of two adult men who were bouncing everywhere.

He realized that he had ignored his nephew. "Uncle is asking Om Rud to take care of you. Happy streets of Uncle Satya! Don't forget to tell your mom, yeah!"

Everything that became the message of the uncle, carefully listened. "Ready! Uncle, happy work! Later when we're back, we'll go for a walk, okay?"

"Yes, Honey. Yeah, uncle work first. You walk the same way Om Rud."

The video call ended when everyone waved and said a smiley greeting. Blissfully.

A day filled with laughter carved by three men of different ages compared to the taste with the worry that hit the girl ayu. The readable indignation of his treatment of the novel at hand. A moment closer, a moment later it was about to be placed but again grabbed again.

"Mas," The call was either addressed to the man of his halal or to the man who insisted on justifying it.

All the time shackled in doubt, finally the love novel he opened. Not on the next sheet of the last chapter he read, but instead choose the last chapter.

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Chapters. 85: Be Happy with Him

I looked at the novel that I had to label the end like the story that I deliberately finished even though it actually felt very heavy. This is all to curb the recklessness I started in Jogja yesterday. If remembering it drives me crazy, but having to forget it feels like I can't. Let this thing I keep to myself to accompany the day.

"I don't regret kissing you because I know you enjoyed it. Which I regret for bringing you into a bind in a forbidden taste that I should not have offered. Though all I want is you, now there is one whom you have chosen. I know you're lying feelings. Your love for her is not as great as the taste you gave me. But I appreciate the path that you have made a goal. Because I know, he'll make you happy."

Suddenly, the crystal of sadness burst unscathed. I wept. I took my net to stare at the ceiling so that this pain would not return making me hesitate to let go of what I was supposed to let go.

Long deep breath. Kuredam felt so that I could meet the new owner of the novel that I specifically made as a form of sincere love.

"Rud, now is the time!" The voice of the inner depth rules so that I no longer delay the move, keeping the promise in the opposite situation. I should have shaken my hand and said the deportation, now I have to accept coming to congratulate the marriage.

I took a step in a uniform of pain to leave the family residence Kemal Malik to the apartment owned by a couple I was looking for. Throughout the journey of the wound medicine I sprinkled, the bitter pill I swallowed, the syrup various flavors I gulped, intending to close the crying so that it would not break.

If the situation is like this, time feels like running and distance as if trimmed quickly. I just stepped on the gas pedal, now it requires hugging the disc brake. My heart is beating so hard, can I see it by showing a happy face. Ah, no! Flat face without feeling, it might be difficult, let alone trying to pull the arch line marker heart joy.

The feeling that I had a hard time controlling was as if God had made it easier to break up. I had just left the parking lot, I accidentally found him sitting on a park bench next to a food cart.

"Rud, master the heart!" Strengthening through the words I created for myself.

Quayun's feet in the smile I forced to stumble. The calm I maximized felt slumped sharply. He was really able to make my power go down. A Rud can face bullets and knives, but if he stares at an ayu girl then I can't.

"Why alone? Where's your husband?" ask me from the side.

"My husband makes a living" that calm answer stuck in my hearing very flatly. There is no tinge of surprise even though a smile is not welcome.

The steps that had stopped for a moment, now I really took him to sit on the bench next to the girl ayu. I try to create a relaxed atmosphere by crossing my arms on my chest and back. "Of course, he already has a dependant to support you."

"Don't go! I'm not gonna bother you. I was just waiting for my food that I was ordering, too" my orders and words were uttered as he soon moved.

I knew my girl was dodging the bubble of taste she had broken in her heart. She didn't want me to go back to thinking that I was still on par with her husband.

He hesitated, but finally sat back down. Intentionally picking the end of the bench, I knew he was keeping his distance from me.

"Congratulations to your wedding!"

That heavy sentence I can also reveal. Without being able to stare, I put forward a word that had pulled and stuck in the mouth.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said in a short reply, not staring.

Turbulences. There was a sense of whack but it was deliberately made as if it did not exist, in my heart and somehow in his heart.

"Sorry, I can only give you this. A promise I must keep." I handed over a plain black box that was padlocked without any keys I handed over.

"What's this?" he was curious because of the words I said.

"Keep it, the key is on me!" my orders while standing up and walking away just like that.

Really, I can't talk. My soul thrashed. My race screamed in pain. Nearby, I want to hug his body without pause. Honey, he's not mine. Her body belonged to her husband although her heart might still hold a taste.

"Aarrgghh!"

God ... sick! It's so sore. She's mine. Should be by my side.

Exuviate. Crystals are flowing back. It's very heavy. The attributes of the bodyguard did not make my heart strong. This lover loses.

The roar is getting unscathed. Steps are getting louder. The car witnessed that I could no longer stand without him on the side. She's my life. My breath. My memories. My liv. My happiness. My world.

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The girl had to close her novel. He sobbed. His eyes. The writing is deep in feeling. He was carried away in the same pit of pain.

"Mas Rud." The name of the ex he said in between tears that did not subside.

A sudden hug warms the feelings of the frozen ayu girl. Spontaneous he turned and ...