My Lovely Bodyguard's

Episode 50's

...It is human nature that is never satisfied with what they have...

...So try to feel enough about what your Lord has given....

...By : Rosemary...

...*****...

Kenzo walked out of his papa room in a shunt, "What should I do? If I let the old man act, I'm sure the woman he chose must be Raisa."

"Ken? You why?" ask Stella who was ignored by Kenzo, because she walked like a body that lost its soul. "Eh, why that kid? It seems like he was okay, why is it now? Is this papa's?"

Stella rushed to her husband's office.

Cclack!

"Darling? What's up?" gio asked when he saw his wife approaching him.

"What did you do to your son? Why did he become a zombie after you spoke?"

"There's nothing, just ordinary things."

"Who's the boyfriend again?"

"Eh." Gio just muttered while nodding slowly.

"Oh my god, you don't push Kenzo too much, you know the nature of your son, right?"

"Just relax, in a month he'll definitely bring his girlfriend to see us." Say it with certainty.

"Why are you so sure, baby? What do not-don't—" Stella stared fixedly at the husband.

"Yes... I only use a few tricks, no problem right?" gio replied while shrugging his shoulders.

"That trick you're talking about must be a threat, you son of a bitch."

"Have not had to think about the boy, it's better now—" Gio raised his eyebrows.

"Now what?" Stella pretended not to understand her husband's intentions, but her flushed cheeks could not help her mouth to make a show.

Gio stood up and walked over to Stella, "We're sporting the night. Hot, long night sport." Whisper in Stella's ear.

The blush!

Stella's face was getting red as a boiled crab. Even though they have been married for decades, their affection never wears off in time.

"Ohhhh!!" stella screams when her body suddenly feels floating. "Down me Gio...!" pinta Stella, but of course not ignored by the husband.

Meanwhile, Marisa and Kevin are eating their food greedily.

"Mara..."

"Hm?" he answered, putting food in his mouth.

"Gue wants to tell you the same story."

"What story?"

"Gue has a girl friend, not long ago I knew him. But how am I comfortable with him again? I'm free to be myself in front of him, and he's also fine-fine."

"Continue?"

"She is beautiful, simple, what she is. But he's it—" Kevin stole a glance at Marisa.

marisa looked at Kevin waiting for the story to continue.

Uhuk!

Uhuk!

Uhuk!

"Mar lo is okay, right? Just drink it." Kevin gave his drink to Marisa.

After drinking half the glass, Marisa was finally relieved. "You mean, you like that auntie?" marisa asked confusedly.

"Not aunt Marisa, she's only a few years older than me."

"Ooh... Keep the point?"

"Yes, what do you think? Does he think he'll take me if I shoot him?"

"depends."

"Depends what?"

"Depending, he likes nothing the same. From your observation, how's he going to lo? About according to you he has a different feeling is not the same lo?"

"Ehm. If you yourself are in his position, do you want to have a girlfriend younger than you?"

"Huh? Lv? Yes, I do not want to be in katain aunty who keeps leaning." Marisa answered, laughing.

But his laughter stopped when he looked at Kevin, not only did he not laugh but the look on Kevin's face turned grim.

"Ee.. I mean not that, Vin. not necessarily also why the girl had the same thought as me, so optimistic aja. Do you want to surrender before the war? If it hasn't been tried yet we don't know what the outcome is." Persuade Marisa.

"Hm.normally, I won't lose before the war!"

"It dong. ya yuk yuk back, you already ate it.

"Well, come back."

After paying, they returned to the parking lot where Marisa parked her motorcycle.

"The front gate."

"Ok, here." Marisa gave Kevin the keys and then sat in the back seat.

"Is he ready?"

"Udah."

"Handle dong, ntar lo fell."

"OK." Marisa's holding onto Kevin's hoodie.

Kevin, who realizes Marisa is not holding on to him, has a mischievous idea in his head.

Brooom...

"Ohhhh!" marisa screamed while hugging Kevin tightly.

"Hehe.." chuckle Kevin.

"Kevin...! Lo really jahil anyway? Fortunately, I did not leave earlier." Repet Marisa on Kevin who had deliberately turned the gas fast motorbike, even the front tire of the motorbike until it did not touch the ground.

"Eat him a handle, ngeyel the hell."

"Don...!"