My bodyguard, my Imam
Appear Different
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Tonight at the Alvin residence is crowded with guests wearing gray dress codes for women, as for the male guests wear a darker gray coat stellan in line with the color of the pants.
Today was a happy day for Amora because the day she was officially proposed by Arnold the rising artist.
Smile expands was not only embedded in the lips of Amora alone, even Lucia has been ceaselessly smiling to see her prospective daughter-in-law pin the ring on the ring finger of her beloved daughter.
Inside the hall of Alvin's main house adorned by white and pink flowers was the sound of thunderous applause filling in.
“Congratulations..”.
Congratulation was unceasingly said to the members of the famous socialite rich.
“Fortunately yes, Amora can be married Arnold, the dream artist of every woman, followers ignya aja millions,” said one of Lusia's friends who look trembenol.
“Not only Amora who was lucky with Arnold, but the Arnold was also lucky to know,” compliment one more mother.
“Sama-sama is lucky, like a bottle to meet that cap. Clop!”
Amora who stood beside Lucia laughed at the socialite mothers.
“From the beginning I was sure, if Amora's choice would not disappoint me, she would have chosen, about which one suits her or not, not the other rich, not the other,” sindir Lucia while glancing at Ellea who was carrying a tray beside her.
Not only Lusia, but the rebuking gaze also adorned the eyes of her friends who seemed to understand what was meant by Lucia, the hostess.
“Please, Aunt-tante anyone want to drink?” bargain Ellea friendly.
No one would answer but all stared cynically.
Ellea kept smiling, maybe it was because she looked different. Only the servants and bodyguards wear white tops.
“It's Lucia's child right, huh?” ask one of the guests.
“Stepchild more precisely.”
“Oh... new tau.” Someone nodded.
“Yes, he's the son of Alvin's affair. Not very happy so Lusia, already cheated, ngerawat his son anyway.”
“If I am ogah. Ngapain.”
“Sorry, dear ladies. Should move places, because here will be used for shooting Miss Amora and Arnold shooting,” said Eiwa came to disperse them.
They left with a sewot face because they had to pause.
“Still bang,” says Ellea.
“Abang told them to stop talking about me. Honestly, although I do not know who my mother is, but I also feel very sad if anyone talks not really about her.”
Eiwa smiled as she rubbed Ellea's shoulders gently. “Aib was supposed to be closed tightly. They should realize that they are wrong, because they are talking about the disgrace of others. And what you're doing is real, keep smiling and praying for them. Make a lesson so that you do not expose the disgrace of others in the future.”
“Iya bang, God willing.”
“Have eaten?”
Drooping down not daring to look Eiwa in the eyes, Ellea shook her head.
“How do we eat first?”
“We will eat at home. El already masakin nasi goreng for Abang,” said Ellea while passing away.
Eiwa's hand suddenly stuck in Ellea's arm. “Why choose the same clothes in white. Not like any other family?”
Ellea smiled again. “Because El is wife.”
“Oh yes forgot, wife of a bodyguard huh?” Eiwa.
“Put the tray, we go home. After all there are those who serve guests.” Eiwa looked at the maids who were milling around inside the hall.
“But bang, not good if we go home now.”
“We are considered lowly people alike them. Even if the somersault in front of them, just look at it, it will not be visible. Yuk, we go home?”
Ellea nodded. “Yes if so, El put this back.”
Eiwa was waiting at the edges of the crowd. Watching the watch in his hand was already nine at night.
Not long after, he was called by Satrya. Invited to secure the area because there are special guests coming.
Sure enough, the luxury car escorted by his men behind had arrived. From the license plate and the type of car, Eiwa feels foreign again, because he knows who the owner is.
No more, his beloved father. He brought two wives at once. Namely, Renita mama Eiwa and his second wife named Widya.
The guard along the front road of the house to the door was heavily guarded. It is only natural because Bramantyo is a family that is very respected by the Alvin family.
“If I were a son of Mr. Bramantyo. How happy, how good life, how much money. Anything is a lot, even mama is a lot,” said Satria.
“Enak. Ngenes. Still good we know.”
“Kaya knows lu.” Satria pulled out Eiwa's shoulder.
