Mas Rud (Novel Love The Bodyguard)

Now Time?

The chase that will be done ayu girl has already happened to Aryan's brother. In the car with three passengers, Kristy who became the driver. She's a very tough woman. Not just physical, but also a strong heart to hold pain. She is the female version.

"Mas," call Kristy when the car has entered the hospital area.

"Yes, Kris. Relax, I'm fine. You shouldn't have brought me here. You've just treated my external wounds."

"As long as there's Kristy, Mas won't be able to ignore her health. All must be checked by a doctor in order to be calm. Anyway, I'm forbidden to ngeyel." Kristy is very firm as if transformed into a mother figure who advises her beloved son.

Papa who was sitting next to Kristy smiled wryly. He was happy, because his little daughter was able to make his eldest brother become obedient. This is a rare thing.

"Finally papa found also that can tame Aryan," said papa while chuckling.

"Ih, Papa. What is Mas Aryan? He was just too tame by Sister Rosa's love. His life is less gregety" Kristy chimed in without further ado.

"Gregetin dong, Chris! Mature men lack experience. Papa's ashamed," Papa replied not to stop insinuating.

I haven't opened the word yet. He still wanted to hear the conversation between the two of them. It was like the advice of the jury that he would use as a matter of self-introspection. His mind justifies if what papa says is the reality he feels. Kristy's words were proven.

The chat was forced to pause when they got out of the vehicle. Steps were taken simultaneously towards the second door of the hospital which could be directly accessed from the car park.

"Papa and Mas Aryan just wait here. Kristy's gonna take care of the registration first."

When the girl who was always cheerful left papa and brother, back there was small talk.

"Who's your wife, son?" ask me, curious about the memory of the child.

"Rose."

"Who's Rosa?" papa asked back.

"The woman I love, I consider her a sister, and .. of course she's beautiful."

The brother's answer could not satisfy the father.The middle-aged man looked back further. "Who's Dion?"

Brother is embroidering a smile. "He was a wingless angel, my Satya father, and also .. I envy him because he could endure ten years of struggle without the slightest intention of giving up."

Papa took a breath and immediately exhaled. It appears that the man who chose himself was worried. It seems, he still draws conclusions if the son is still amnesiac.

"Pa, why did Rud hit me?"

The question strengthened my confidence. Papa is weighing the answer. After a long time, he decided to give an answer.

"Rud is jealous, son."

"Would he be jealous of me?" ask the curious brother. It was seen from the twitching of the forehead.

Kristy came along to coincide with the question was completed brother. He stood up while showing a number. "We're lucky, Mas. The queue is not much. Once the patient inside comes out, then we'll go in."

"There's Kristy. Spry." Papa praised.

"Not the ideal wife, Pa?" ask Kristy without shame. That's how his personality is, always saying what it is. Not knowing the word jaim but attitude remains the best.

Papa held out two thumbs. "The bottom line."

"Unfortunately, no one asked, Pa?" Kristy was judging low on herself. Not with a pity, he threw a smile. "Well, right, Mas?"

"Help aamiin-kan, Mas!" pinta Kristy sitting on the left side of the man.

"Mr Aryan Satya Dharma," called a nurse who had just walked out of the doctor's practice room.

The three of them entered the room. Papa and brother sat in front of the doctor, while Kristy stood in the back. The one who checked was dr. Krishna.

Everyone listened to the dialogue between the young doctor and the older brother. The various questions asked and the answers that were thrown eventually resulted in a decision that a CT Scan would be held again to find out the current state of brother.

"Should CT Scan again, Doc?" Kristy confirmed.

"Yes." Yeah." A short answer dr. Krishna.

There is no rebuttal. Papa consented. Kristy didn't ask anymore. They are again waiting for preparation and everything related to the CT Scan.

After about an hour, it was all done. Results can be known a day or two ahead. Brother already looks fit. There are only signs of treatment on the head wound.

"Kris, you can go home. Let Papa and Masmu take a taxi. Our house is not in the same direction. Besides, it's already late at night. It's not good the girls are still outside" explained papa.

"Kristy will take Papa and Mas Aryan home. Kristy also came home. Take it easy, Pa! Papa's youngest son is resistant to all terrain." Kristy bragged.

"Ckckckc ... what a dream daughter-in-law!" praise Papa a second time.

Kristy chuckles. "Darling no one's asking, huh, Pa?"

The question became deja vu. Honey, brother's prayer is not repeated because the discussion stops before reaching the brother. However, who knows, the first hope has been amused by an angel who happened to pass by.

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A little man was lying in bed. On the edge of the bed, there was an adult man sitting while caressing the thick mane belonging to the son of the ayu girl. "Boy .. om Rud is gone. That's a slick boob, honey. You should always be happy with your mom, yeah."

A small, soft kiss on the forehead. "May we meet again, dear."

Mas Rud rose. There is a feeling that is difficult to put aside. But this is a decision. Maybe God has made that point. He looked at the little man he had loved like his own son.

Irrelation goes away, but it must step out, inciting clear droplets dripping on the cheeks. It has no power to change taste. The trail rotates. The bed was further abandoned and the pintur room, which was initially slightly open, was now tightly closed.

Mas Rud leaned back. He hung down for a moment. Feels heavy. It was too painful, but he did not want to force it. Maybe it's time.

"Are you sure, son?" asked the mama who approached Mas Rud with a sad facial expression.

The face that was originally looking down, was slowly raised perfectly. A forced smile is embroidered to camouflage feelings. "It's for the sake of all happiness, Ma."

The middle-aged woman's back was kissed respectfully by Mas Rud. Both are feeling. They are not willing to say. Only the look that accompanies the departure.

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The time had already shown at nine when they reached the brother's residence. Papa asked permission to go to the room because he felt tired after a day of not having time to lay down. Kristy pulled out a blanket to cover the body of her brother lying on the bed.

"Happy rest, Mom! I go home first." said Kristy shortly before getting out of her seat.

"Kris .." call brother while holding the rudimentary arm of the woman standing from the bed.