My Lovely Bodyguard's

Episode 99's

Kenzo walks gontai downstairs. He pulled out his phone and called Arka.

Drtts...

Drtts...

Drtts...

But after the 3rd call, Arka did not also pick up the call.

"Damn! Where is this guy?!" kenzo Ogt.

"Have he stopped calling?" arka's inner voice when no longer heard the phone ringing, "Thank God that crazy person did not call me again," Arka thought if the one who called him was Gea, then therefore... he doesn't even want to see his phone.

Kenzo was finally forced to go to the nearest minimarket, he regretted having told all the workers there to go home. He had thought that tonight would be a night of sweat, lengu*han and village*han. But unfortunately, reality made his high-flying wishful thinking fall to earth hard.

"Why did her monthly guests not arrive on time...!?" kenzo was driving his car.

Arriving at the nearest minimarket, Kenzo immediately entered and headed to the rack containing pads with various brands.

"God...! What else is this...? Why are there so many types? Then which one did he usually wear...?!" kenzo thought with frustration.

And in the end, he bought one from every brand that existed.

Bruk!

The cashier's mother was in disbelief. A handsome man was standing before him, and he bought a lot of pads.

"Truly dream men. This pair of men is really lucky!" inwardly, while counting all of Kenzo's groceries.

"Guichi!" Marisa rubbed her nose, "Is anyone talking about me?" muttered. He was still faithfully sitting on the closet, waiting for his pads to come. It means her husband came with his order pad.

Blam it!

Kenzo immediately ran his car, after putting his seatbelt on.

"Why was Kenzo so long? Is he having trouble finding his stuff?" think Marisa. In fact, what makes it long is because he tried to call Arka first.

After a while...

Geck...

Geck...

Geck...

Cclack!

"It." Kenzo handed me a bag full of pads.

"God...! You want to sell pads or something?" marisa asked as she accepted.

"I don't know what brand you're wearing. So yeah, I bought it all."

"Haaah.yeah, thank you," Marisa immediately went in and cleaned up.

Several tens of minutes had passed, and now Marisa was done with the bully. The first night's bullies.

"Do you want to keep standing there, baby? Aren't you tired?" kenzo asked Marisa, who did not go up to the bed.

Finally Marisa went up and laid herself beside Kenzo, "Ehm... I—" Marisa could not say the apology that had reached her throat.

"Of course, it's night. Let's go to sleep," Kenzo asked.

"Alright." answered Marisa lethargic.

However, Kenzo's hand suddenly hugged her, making Marisa a little calm. At least she knew that her husband was not angry.

Marisa drowned her head in the chest of Kenzo's field and whispered, "Sorry."

The bright morning came.

"Good morning, honey. Let's get up and have breakfast."

"Ehm.. five more minutes, baby.." he murmured.

"Ish, yes it is," as Marisa was just about to move on, Kenzi pulled her waist and carried her into a warm embrace.

"Don't move much, let me hug a little longer."

"Huft...it's up to you," Marisa finally resigned. He turned his body and faced Kenzo.

"Gue just realized, that my husband is very handsome. I still can't believe Kenzo is my husband" Marisa said.

Marisa touches her husband's face, paying attention to every detail that makes the husband's face look perfect. Even the face of his pillow, does not reduce the level of good looks.

On the other side...

"Republica..." Maria squirmed her body, but something piercing felt down there, "Aw!" his moans.

The pain that made him slowly remember what had happened last night.

"Let'soooooo!"

"Gosh, what was that?" marisa muttered as she felt like she heard her raw twin voice, "No way! Am I the same as he is in a different country? Time yes voice he came here, very sophisticated dong!" his mind, while rubbing his ears.

"Why you, baby?" asked Kenzo who had opened his eyes, and saw Marisa who was rubbing her ears.

"Nothing, it seems like just a little hallucination. I heard Mary's voice yell at me."

"Ooh..." Kenzo was just ooh ria hearing Marisa's explanation.

"Yes, get up. Take a shower and have breakfast together. I've been cooking food for you" said Marisa.

"It turns out that my tomboy wife is the perfect wife" he murmured while peeping at his wife's neck.

Kenzo finally went to the bathroom to perform his morning ritual. While Marisa prepares a change of clothes for Kenzo. Today Kenzo had a morning meeting with his client, so he prepared work clothes for Kenzo to wear.

"Feeling you is the best, baby. It looks like I will no longer be interested in eating out after this," he said praising the wife's cooking.

Marisa also smiled shyly and was happy to hear Kenzo's praise for her cooking.

After breakfast, Marisa heads to her room to find her phone. But he didn't find it, you little brain! Putting your own things often forget.

"What are you looking for?" kenzo asked as he grabbed Marisa from behind, and buried her face in the recess of his wife's neck. A fresh scent emanated from Marisa's body and it felt very intoxicating.

"I'm looking for my phone."

"You mean this?" Kenzo held up Marisa's phone in her right hand.

"Why can it be on you?" tanyakanya.

"Yesterday when you fell asleep in the car, your phone kept ringing."

"Why don't you lift. Who's the phone from?"

"My brother-in-law."

"What?! Is it from Maria? Why don't you pick up...!? He can grumble, tau...!" Marisa is blinking her lips.

Because Maria used to nag him for hours, if she didn't pick up the phone from him.

Marisa also tried to call Maria, to ask why she called her yesterday, "Hello Mar," said Marisa while preparing, by keeping her phone away from her ear and covering her ear.

"Yes," Marisa replied briefly, with a voice that sounded uninspired.

"Eh? Why the hell is a boy? Unusually," Marisa's inner self stared at her phone with her eyebrows clutched, "Why do you? Kayak abis people lose togel aja. Very good feeling, not yet breakfast, huh lo? Is it because there's no me, so no one's going to?"

"No,"

"Yes continues? Tell me, what's the matter?" tanyakanya. But a second later, he thought about Ando. Could it be he who made Marisa like that? "What don't-don't, there are people who gang—"

"No!"