Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

You, Dion!

Slowly girl ayu opens netra. His sense of smell was spoiled by the tickling aroma of eucalyptus oil. However, there was something even more disturbing, the man in front made him flinch. In a word he mentioned a name believed to belong to someone he was dealing with. "Mas Dion."

Suddenly, the tears were powerless to hide behind the corner of the sense of sight. Exuviate. The crystal of sadness made it feel like it was coming back.

"Mas." The lips never stop calling.

In the vision of the girl, her husband kept smiling. He seemed happy to see it. However, the ayu girl was confused to interpret what the beautiful arch meant.

In the girl's mind, she knew the husband had left. But his mind disavows that what is being seen is not half his soul that has returned. "Mas, don't leave me!"

"Mama," that special call slowly makes a faded wild delusion.

The crystal clear became more and more snaking as the consciousness of the ayu girl slowly came. His little son whom he had seen as the shape of the wingless angel, slowly made him extend a hand. The little boy he caressed and he dropped gently in his warm embrace. "Dear."

"It's Junior, Ma." The confession of the son increasingly reveals the taste in the chest.

"Yes, Honey. I'm sorry, Mama."

"Mama miss Papa?" The plain question Di-junior again dropped the ayu girl in a hole of steep taste commotion.

The heart-wrenching scene was witnessed by Mas Rud sitting on the opposite side of Di-junior. Ayu girl is unaware of her presence as it focuses on the pseudo-existence of her sincere lover. Understanding the state of the lover's heart, Mas Rud just kept quiet without intending to interrupt.

The freezing atmosphere was thawed by the arrival of a woman with a tray in hand. "Eat first, baby! Who do you want to feed?"

The lips of ayu girl who is still locked are difficult to give an answer to the mother.

"Grandson of mami's eyes, let's see the fish in front! Let Mama eat first, honey," take her to Di-junior.

Before taking off his arms, Di-junior pinched his nose like the father did when he was anxious. "Mama is the same with Rud! Later, Di-junior vice-in papa angrurin Mama if it continues."

Not enough to make the girl ayu surprised, the son then showered kisses on the right cheek, left cheek, and forehead of the mother. A smile finally became a farewell greeting.

The girl looked at the son's back with tears. "I know it's you, Mommy."

The crystal clear was gently rubbed by Mas Rud. "She's come to give us your blessing, baby."

Ayu girl is crying more and more. "Mas, first ... here ... Mr. Dion ..."

The tears were wiped back. "Yes .. I know. Don't cry anymore! He'll be sad if he sees you keep crying."

Patently, Mas Rud sat down the ayu girl. The food one by one he fed it to fill his starving stomach.

Meanwhile, Di-junior and eyang mami were sitting on a bed. They were engrossed in happy laughter. The little boy was not tired of asking about his dead father.

Suddenly, the little boy expressed his feelings. The face that is usually always cheerful, this time shows a bias of sadness. "There's Uncle Aryan and Rud, but why are you crying?"

My mother became sad too. He who has mengikhlaskan the departure of his youngest son, suddenly ambushed longs stir. The middle-aged woman understood why the son-in-law had fainted when she had just arrived. Dion is deeply rooted in memories.

"Mama is only kangen with your papa, dear," replied eyang mami choosing the safest word. It was impossible for him to explain what was really going on with his inner daughter-in-law.

"Di-junior also kangen papa, Eyang Mami," I plain little boy.

A loving swipe softened in the thick mane of the little boy. "We're all missing Papa Dion, honey. Come on, let's pray papa's happy there!"

Instantly the son simply raised both hands. His two legs were made to sit cross-legged. "O Allah, we miss Dion's father. May you be happy there."

Prayer is so short, but it is full of deep meaning. It was visible from the clear fur that suddenly flowed on the cheeks of the little boy. Di-junior crying. Apparently, the passionate longing has spread syahdu in the breast of the girl's son ayu.

Eyang mami grabbed the little body of the granddaughter in a loving embrace. A swab on the black mane back he did. Not feeling, also shed tears.

This isn't your son, son. This is my mother's Dion. You're not really leaving. Your soul dwells in the body of your only child. God is showing the justice of love. He's juxtaposing the three of you in different ways. You are not blocking the union of your wife and Rud, but you are tightening the bond of love between them.

The warmth of the eyeang made the grandson sleep. Looks like he wants to stay in his lap longer. No, not Di-junior. However, this is Dion who longs to be spoiled in the arms of his beloved mother. Their closeness, makes what is inner manifest in another form.

"Bobok?" asked the approaching papi very carefully. He was afraid that his grandson would wake up.

Eyang mami nodded. With a soft voice, he began to open his lips. "Pi, it's Dion."

Hearing the sentence of the wife, eyes papi like drowning also in the same puddle. He also saw the youngest son in the small form of the grandson. There were no tears on her cheeks.

"You visited papi, son?" batin eyang papi while caressing mane Di-junior.

"Pi, is our son uniting his wife with his first love? As sincere was his love, until he left and came back to do that?"

Eyang papi seemed to notice in the face that he believed was his son in the body of the beloved grandson. "Rosa is Dion's happy, Mi. He chose a different path to see the smile on his wife's face. Did Mami forget that she always put Rosa together instead of her?"

"That means we should also support his intentions. Isn't that right, Pi?" Eyang Mami also spoke as she looked at her grandson's slick face.

The two then looked at each other. There is an agreement that is being discussed through the gaze. When time is seized by a taste trap, unexpectedly, there is a sound that makes the taste even more explosive.

"Pi, Mi, I'm happy to be like this" said Di-junior from the subconscious.

The pair of middle-aged men instantly twisted the netra. From the corner of the eye, a clear flowing stream. They sobbed. The heart has no power to control taste. God is really carrying their feelings down in a puddle of longing that sprinkles shahdu.