Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Ask for Restu

"What's cooking?" tanya Di-junior was so prepared at the dinner table.

Kristy approaches the niece even though the one getting the question isn't her. He moved the chair to the left of the boy. Not necessarily facing the table, he actually looked straight at the son of the brother.

"It's getting cooler, right! Who's the dandanin?" goda Kristy raises both eyebrows.

"Tuh, Tom's mom!" timpal Di-junior sounded as a silly answer.

Kristy tapped her index finger on her chin. He seems to think hard. The words of the nephew foster curiosity. "Tom's? Who's Tom? The tomas? A tomato? Tomblok?"

"Tom n Jerry, aunty."

"Emang mbak Rosa pet cat same mouse, Ma?" search Kristy on the mother who happens to be arranging spoons and plates on the table.

The mother just shook her head while releasing a smile. The question of the youngest daughter was ignored and she even saw the adorable and cute grandson.

"Why in this house is the Junior smart himself? Aunty and Mom are no different. It's a long time to understand," said the little boy with displeased.

Kristy who felt insinuated immediately thought. He smiled then, as a brilliant idea flashed mischievously in the mind. "Hey, her son is Rosa! Where's your mama? I told you to insult us. Look out we'll be joining Duo Cantiko!"

In-junior so quiet despite getting a threat. His style of *aunt*y which is better with a flickering mane is not at all responsive. He was just engrossed in the pieces of fruit given yangti. "Aunty's like a little kid, a little bit of a ngadu."

"Ih, you're bummering! Whose kid, anyway?" grumbled Kristy while grabbing a little boy's snack.

Di-junior extended his right hand. "Diozza Satya Wijaya! The second generation of papa Dion Wijaya and mama Rosalia Citra Atmadja are handsome, smart and classy. Uncle Aryan Satya Dharma's calm nephew washed away, and ..."

"And the cute boy Om Rud smitten," continued the owner of the name he himself mentioned his identity.

Kristy breathed a tired sigh. "Ma, prepare! Your granddaughter will be more narcissistic."

"Sister-in-law would like to join us, Duo Narcissis?" asked Mas Rud as he approached the mother of the Atmadja family who had only been a loyal listener.

"Mama, who is he? Why call me sister-in-law?" kristy grumbled after asking her single parents.

Mas Rud slightly shifted position. He extended his right hand. "Include, Rud Dinata! Tom's mama Rosa."

Kristy's getting made to the maximum. "Mama, take me to Mas Aryan's house tomorrow! Here I can get old before my time. The Narcissist duo is growing and my sanity is eroding."

"That's 'sih you're the mode, Kris," timpal mama whose answer shows which stronghold he is in.

"That's it, Mama, anyway? I have not been recognized for a long time. Looks like I'll have to get married soon so that someone will defend me when you attack the style of a brawling STM kid."

"That's it, there's a curcol" said Di-junior.

Kristy looked gasp. Not because of the complaint but because of the abbreviation of the word vent colongan. "Hi future sister-in-law, where did my plain niece get that slang?"

The accused Mas Rud simply threw a smile. "Thank you sister-in-law candidates for admitting me as a sister-in-law candidate. Really, I don't know where my boy got that word from. He is very intelligent for a child his age. His vocabulary beats language dictionaries."

"Nobody's free prospective sister-in-law."

"Later matchangin same brother Aryan," short timbal Mas Rud but able to make Kristy gasp happy.

"Mas Rud what 'an, anyway? You know what I want," Kristy replied like refusing when she finally admitted a turmoil.

"In-junior wants to be dicomblangin too, donk!"

Instantly three adults glanced at the son only wayang. Consciously used as a shot, Di-junior actually returned a gaze. "But bo'ong."

Di-junior spoke in a smile. All who stare are made relieved but the anxiety is getting meraja lela.

"Guys who know what a matchmaker is?" ask the mother of the Atmadja family.

In-junior stop chewing. He seems to think a little. "Maybe it's Mak Rempong."

"Ma, my niece is in the wrong. We need to call his uncle, here." Kristy spoke as if brother was a charmer who could tame the older brother's son.

"According to mama, it's just your mode of meeting Aryan," said mama deliberately teasing her youngest daughter.

"Mama" said Kristy as a spoiled piece.

"Relax my sister-in-law! Boy will handle. In-junior with me, brother Aryan is special to you, how?" haggle Mas Rud with a smile.

Kristy semringah's. "Kurestui Mas Rud became my brother-in-law. No need to use the word candidate. Yuk, eat! Kemon!"

Di-junior's attention to the aunty, ending with a small skirt. "This family is weird."

Declare the little boy with a thin smile on the lips of two people at the dining table. Only Kristy is a freak because her niece can always keep her from twitching. His words are uniquely disturbing.

"Tumben on the antennas! Usually you two fight" said the girl who had just entered the kitchen.

"Aunty's gone, Ma!" di-junior report.

"Well, that's good news! Let's eat to celebrate the victory, dear!" take the girl ayu while taking a sitting position on the chair that has been prepared by Mas Rud.

The dining table was immediately only covered with the sound of soft food chewing heard. Everyone was focused on the food without anyone talking. Until the clean plates and glasses no longer show their mark, Kristy is a moderator who invites to speak Di-junior.

"Hey, nephew! Full already?"

Di-junior nodded with both thumbs pointed. At the mouth there was still a little leftover food so he chose silence.

"Slow down! Drink up! We'll call uncle, okay?" bargain Kristy at the end of the command line.

The black bead instantly sparkled. A burst of happiness shimmered from the gaze. The little boy immediately finished eating and stood up to the aunty. "Come, we'll call now! Uncle must have missed me so much."

The aunty's hand was pulled up to immediately move from the chair. "Well, Mama, Om Rud, we're staying, yeah!"

"Say uncle if mama is also kangen, dear," send a message to her cute son.

"I'm jealous," whispered Mas Rud who made the girl ayu glance briefly then ignore.

Like an ayu girl who did not heed the taste, Mas Rud was without permission to grab a finger from the lover. That link he carried in his lap.

"Ma, Rud wants to ask for blessing."

Paused for a moment, Mas Rud said again, "Rud does not want to lose Rosa a second time. Maybe this is too rushed, but we have both acknowledged each other's feelings. Rud thought goodwill should be hastened rather than slandered."

"Mama left the decision to you two. As long as you're happy, not both but three with Di-junior then mama will definitely bless."

Mas Rud looked at the girl before reassuring the mother. "Rud already thinks of Di-junior like his biological son, Ma."

"Seek blessing to Aryan. He is your brother" the mother ordered with a smile.

Instantly a quiet atmosphere. Tacit. The three of them did not speak. Each one's mind wandered as the brother's name was carried around.

"Son, I'm sure you'll make Rosa happy even though everyone knows that you're holding a wound that you never open. Only prayer can you say may God send a woman who will take care of you as you always have when Rosa is hard and happy. You will certainly be happy even if you are not with Rosa, son," Mama's mind while holding a circle in both corners of the eye.

The middle-aged woman did not speak in her own heart, there was another heart that was also being built up.

Sanubari girl ayu did not escape to resist the feeling that picked up the two people next to her. "Pardon Rosa for the second time! I was always selfish with my feelings, but my brother always brushed aside the pain so that I did not grieve. But, I also can't return a brother's feelings more than a sister's to the brother."

"Aryan, I'm sorry I came back to take the woman you've been looking after all this time."

Mas Rud was unable to say much even though he really wanted to talk a lot. He understands Aryan's heart if reality returns to make him have to accept his love stopped at the status of brother. But who can control the heart? Unlike her and her girl, Aryan must also withstand the turmoil of taste.