My Beloved Bodyguard's

The Extra Chapter 5

Bayu put his phone back in his pocket, then looked at the beautiful woman who was sitting in front of his black suitcase. The deft hand seemed to pull out the folds of clothes from inside the square chest and arrange them on the sofa.

“Ga, no need to dismantle. I have to go back to Jakarta.” A young woman at the end of the head of two who is responsible for making sure her apartment stays clean as long as she is in Jakarta.

“Loh?” 

Orange lady name ayu dark-haired sebahu that gawk looking at Bayu. “Not the new Father arrived?” tanyanya's confused. Urung unpacked the other clothes, the beautiful woman waited for instructions

“Yes, there is a problem in Jakarta, it looks like I have to go back now.” 

Bayu put a thin smile on the woman who has not been hired to clean her residence during her duty in the city of Bandung. Two-bedroom apartment—facilities she got from Rarendra. 

His new business employer was working with one of the leading entrepreneurs from Kota Kembang. Because it is different from what is commonly cultivated, Rarenda gives this opportunity to Bayu in order to develop. Age is not young anymore, it is not appropriate to be ‘tukang pam’ which requires high stamina. 

Honestly, Bayu could have accepted all of this. Accustomed to working in the field using energy, he had to dress neatly and rotate the brain in this newly cultivated field. If it wasn't Shanuella's pinta, she would have refused. The plan is to enjoy the old days, go home and manage a patch of rice fields with little savings left.

“So, this is put back in the suitcase, sir?” Orange asked in a soft voice.

“Ya, trim it back, Ga. I have to ...” Bayu sentence paused along with the ringtone back flowed from the pocket of the pants. His phone screamed again, asking to be noticed.

Grinning thinly, Bayu can already guess that Rarendra will contact him. To whom the man will ask for help, if not to him who is considered capable of conquering Shanuella and Lana.

Glancing towards the orange at a glance, Bayu then stepped towards the wide window on the right side of the living room. He doesn't want his chatter to be an outsider's consumption. Swiping slowly the accept button, affixed the flat object in the ear.

“Bay, help me.” A panicked voice interjected first before Bayu greeted. Rarendra's tone implied panic.

“Why else?” Although his boss, Bayu did not hesitate at all to be presumptuous. They are not just superiors or employers and helpers. The relationship between the two is more than that. Established long ago, when both are still bodyguards in the Shanuella family.

“Shan-Shan ...” Rarendra's voice floated, then penetrated to the destination. “He called you?” 

“Hmm.” There was an upset tone in Bayu's short wordless reaction. Before Rarendra contacted him, Shanuella had already complained.

“Please me, Bay. Explain to him that all just misunderstood.” Rarendra.

“What does he see?” Bayu finally could not. Rarendra's tone of panic was able to tear down his frustration. 

“Kathy, Bay. Kathy.”

“I told you. Clear up your problems and that female snake. I don't care if you get hurt. Made to die standing up too, stupid time. It's none of my business anymore. In this case, the one who was injured was Shan-Shan.”

“He called you?” Rarendra cuts Bayu's speech.

“Who are you contacting again? His daddy's in heaven and complaining about your behavior?” belbur Bayu's.

Rarendra was silent at the end of the call.

“Please return to Jakarta.” Rarendra.

“No need teach me.” Bayu.

“I don't know. Suddenly, Kathy was in our house. Damn it, Shan-Shan saw everything and ..”

“So, if Shan-Shan doesn't see, you think it's legitimate?” Bayu again threw a question pitched annoyed.

“It's not so, Bay. Me ... I ..”

“I told you. Finish your business with Kathy before starting again with Shan-Shan.”

“Already. I've finished it. Not long ago I sent him some money and sent him a message. Uh, instead he came to me.” Rarendra.

“Indeed you think, just paid for money? Don't be that innocent, we both know what he wants.” Bayu is upset.

“Then, you want me to sleep with him or accept his love as payment repayment.”

“Kub kill you!” Bayu. “Dare to hurt Shan-Shan, face me first. Don't dabble. I gave it to you, not because I couldn't take care of it. But, I see there's still love in her eyes for you.”

“Sorry.” Rarendra's voice sounded desperate.

Looking straight ahead, the city of Bandung looks beautiful in front of him. Blue sky with white cotton lumps cradling the eyes and dampening the turmoil in the soul.

“I just got to an apartment in Bandung. I want to go back to Jakarta. Last communication with Shan Shan, he's in our old house. I asked him to wait for me there.”

Bayu turned body. Unintentionally, his gaze collided with that of Orange who was silently watching him. The woman looked down and misbehaved.

“Usoldly.” Bayu still looked closely at the woman in charge of guarding his apartment. There was a tinge of wound caught by him on the thick eye bead belonging to the Orange. 

Deciding on the call, Bayu walked over. He knocked out his back pocket, took his black wallet out of there. Two pieces of red paper money were pulled out and thrust on the orange that was still faithfully gathered in its original place.

“Your salary this month I transfer. Here's toyou. Sorry, I have to go back to Jakarta now. There's a little family matter."

The orange accepted shyly. He needed money to pay his contract. It has been a month more delinquent, threatened to be expelled from the owner of the house. It is impossible to expect a lot from the husband who is a drinker and likes to play women, a protest will only be returned raw bogem.

What he can do, SD graduates seem only able to dedicate themselves to being babu. No other skill can be used to find a better job. 

The regret was present, remembering how the two parents who had sacrificed to send him to school. However, he was instead entangled in the charm of Kang Bima— handsome young man the owner of dozens of rice fields in the village. Had been pregnant before finally forced to finish education in the blue white level, Orange was hit by a giant godam when he saw his father and mother who worked as a farm worker had to give up dreams. 

“Thank you, Sir.” Orange squeezed the two hundred thousand rupiah while looking down to hide shame. He does expect much of the employer's compassion beyond the monthly salary that comes at every end of the full moon.