My Secret Bodyguard's
Section 43 The Potential Heart
Ren nudged Andrea, shaking his head, asking Andrea to stop the ridiculous idea.
Andrea continued to launch the action. "Yes, Mom. Mr. Iwan, a gabah master who has a large rice field near the school. Who still faithfully plow the fields with his shoulders, so that the sprints always sound thunderous to our class. Rival with mother's jidar, hehe ...."
Miss Anis still looks confused.
Ren gulped when he saw that Bu Anis was in such confusion, he was already prepared to hear a woodcuts, but relieved after looking around the room there was no jidar, all antiques that could not be Bu Anis banting.
He looked into the room inside, waiting for Bu Anis' assistant to bring a drink. Her throat was dry and nervous.
Andre's true determination, not afraid to go home bonyok what? Inner Ren.
“What's with him?” ma'am Anis asked, her forehead started to wrinkle.
“Euuhh, Mr. Iwan is sick, Mom,” Andrea said. He is already in action so must continue everything to completion.
“There is a connection with me?” asked Bu Anis again, the wrinkles on his forehead increased.
Andrea glanced at Ren who was looking down between shame and fear, also thirsty.
“Since Mom stopped, she has also never been seen in her rice field. Then we got word, he's sick, heartbroken.” Andrea stopped her speech, seeing the reaction of Bu Anis who was increasingly frowning her skin.
There are no signs of getting angry, so Andrea continued his speech, “just for the info, he is an old virgin. During this time, never absent to the rice field for the sake of being close to Mother, adoration of her heart.”
Ms. Anis was slightly misbehaved, visible from her eyes that were flickering uncontrollably.
“You can tell from whom? All this time you guys were close to Mr Iwan?”
Andrea looked nervous, she couldn't possibly say that she had any information from Dale.
“There was a friend who said it to me,” replied Andrea.
“Sorry, Mom, I mean, Mom's return to school is not only for us, but also for a broken heart.”.
Ren was not strong enough to hold amused, hearing Andrea's narration about Mr. Iwan. He laughed stifledly, making Bu Anis turn his head.
“Terpotek, indeed he's chicken?”
“If the chicken is clucking, Ma'am,” says Andrea.
“Use good and true Indonesian, what is it teased?" Ms. Anis is testing.
“Euuh, the Potential was plucked, broken accidentally, or intentionally can also,” Andrea moved her hand, like she was demonstrating cutting a long bean by her hand.
Bu Anis fell silent, the wrinkle on his forehead started to unravel bit by bit. He began to be able to digest what Andrea conveyed little by little.
His heart was shocked as well, but made ordinary, in order to maintain his reputation in front of the students.
With the gemulai of Bu Anis standing up, the home dress she wore seemed to fit perfectly on her slender body.
He looked at the beautiful garden of his house. The cat ran off somewhere.
Not how long Ms. Anis spoke slowly. His voice sounded soft with feeling.
“Actually have long felt the gelagat, but do not want to prejudiced more.”
Andrea and Ren whose hearing is still sharp because they often practice eavesdropping, sparkling, such as fishing and being lured.
“So, I also like Mr Iwan?” ask Andrea.
Ms. Anis is wide-eyed. Ren elbowed Andrea, this time a bit tight, until Andrea was in pain.
“Not, that's not what I mean ..” replied Bu Anis with a fickle face, surprised, nervous, then embarrassed, until finally upset.
"Dangerous habits don't be preserved!"
"What habits, Mom?" ask Ren.
"Eavesdropping" said Ms. Anis.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Andrea and Ren said, though they didn't admit to eavesdropping. They were one room, so they could hear clearly. Ms. Anis muttered the tightness.
What if no one speaks. Ms. Anis looked back at the garden.
Andrea and Ren smiled understandingly when they saw the hue on the face of Bu Anis who was smiling herself.
Apparently Bu Anis also equally harbored a taste to Mr. Iwan. For Andrea it was like the lovable shoots had arrived.
“For Mr. Iwan, it doesn't matter whether mom accepts him or not, Mom's presence at school is a passion in her days. But if you have to go to your hometown, what can we do, but maybe you can think about it again for good there. Once again, for the sake of a tainted heart.” Andrea was still trying to demonstrate picking vegetables.
“If you are pleased, we can help,” said Andrea again, making Ren wide-eyed.
Bu Anis was also surprised, he turned to Andrea, his eyes widened.
"Help what?" ask Ms. Anis.
"Help me to treat the broken heart" replied Andrea.
“You guys are nothing, no need! You guys done yet? I'm not expelling, but it's noon, it's time for you to go back to school.” Miss Anis drove them away subtly.
“Good, Mom. We apologize if it is too bad. This is all we do to get more knowledge from ...”
“Andrea, Mauren, thank you for your efforts.” Anis ma.s.s cut Andrea's words with a smile.
Andrea and Ren nodded lethargicly. They say goodbye while elbowing each other.
Assistant Bu Anis came carrying a tray. “Lho, guest home, Ndoro?”
“You're late, what's in the kitchen?”
“Fry this first, Ndoro, macaroni bantat.”
“Already, bring it back inside!”
“Good, Ndoro.”
Andrea and Ren who were still in front of the fence heard everything.
“From earlier, cake, I'm thirsty,” grumbled Ren.
“Fry first macaroni slash,” whispered Andrea.
"Fear again, Ndre." Ren walked in search of the angkot, his countenance desperate. "Maybe you should hand over the affidavit."
"Not yet, we don't know, after this Bu Anis will be anxious and curious. I often read romance novels, usually the main cast likes to get wins with unexpected surprises." Andrea said confidently.
"You mean the main character?" cycad Ren.
"Pak Iwan is, who is having a love story right Mr. Iwan," said Andrea. "Prince Cowardice, "" he continued.
Ren laughs. "Kualat, you know, is the same old man," he said.
"I'm just helping, Ren, if Mr. Iwan is being with Ms. Anis isn't that helping?"
"Yes, yeah. Although we actually have interests, right? take advantage of Mr. Iwan's defiled heart."
Andrea cengennesan's.
Angkot came, then stopped and swallowed two school children who were struggling for his class.
“What is it, Ndre?” ask Ren when he's in the air.
“Euuuhh, as far as I know anyway. His father's grandfather, or his grandfather's father" said Andrea.
“How about?” Ren was confused, she was scratching her headscarf.
“Come on, you have Grandpa?” ask Andrea.
“Already died.”
“But got it?”
“Yes, have, both are dead.”
“Nahh, great-grandfather is your grandfather."
Ren thought for a while then gawked, amazed, it was as old as that Bu Anis still had great-grandfather. "How much money?" muttered.
Andrea looked at the clock on her watch. Thirty minutes more lesson time changes, they should be at school soon.
Suddenly Ren's device rang. There was a phone call from an unknown number.
“Hallo, sister of Mauren. Waiting now at the Waras Jiwa clinic. Your mother is anfal, and needs your arrival here.” The female voice from across the tetefon sounded solemn.
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