My Secret Bodyguard's

Section 49 Terrorizing Terrorist

"Akh, why be afraid, I'll have Dale. I need to know who they are." Andrea got up from her bed.

The melon juice Bi Cicih bought is still intact. He sucked it, fresh through his throat. The fear and uneasiness that had been plaguing her changed into curiosity.

Ordinary criminals would not likely threaten him again when their actions failed. It's like a special crime to terrorize him himself. The publisher knows his cell phone number.

Dale appeared one second after Andrea finished reciting the spell.

“Ren was talking to me, Neng,” reported Dale.

“Includes can?”

“Yes, he spoke to himself beside his mother. He thought I was still there when his mother slept, but I was on the sofa, sitting behind him, hihi ... Cute pisan euy!”

“You are evil. She said what?”

“Thank you, while saying happy her mother gradually improved.”

“Ooh, keep Aunt Aini how is the condition now?”

“Membaik, his father Ren came, they took turns to feed. I'll just go, let them gather. Uh, called Neng. What's up?”

“Someone sent this message.” Andrea thrusting her gawai. “It seems they do want to be evil with me, but I also do not know who.”

Dale read a long time. “What is this, Neng, so long?”

Andrea looked at the screen. “Jeez, how to open Noveltoon.”

Andrea accidentally offered her favorite novel. Then look for the message that came in.

“Neng want me to find out who sent?” ask Dale.

“Iya dong, just find out first. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. Salah big has sent a threat message so.”

“Neng is not afraid?”

“Do what fear? There will be you. I was scared because he played back. I'm not ready.” Andrea grinned.

“Good, Neng, don't be afraid. Just leave it to me.”

“You just find out first, after knowing who he is, we can plan something. If necessary, we're back terror." Andrea was excited, she was quite vengeful. I don't like people who play behind.

“Ready, Neng!” Dale stared at the number on the screen, then disappeared, into the phone.

Dale showed up again.

"What else is it?" Andrea surprise.

"That's not the juice to drink?" Dale.

"You want? Haven't eaten?"

Dale shakes. "Not yet."

"Now, take it, but I've sucked a little."

Dale took Andrea's melon juice and then disappeared again.

Andrea came out, hearing the sound of her mother's motor coming. Bi Cicih also came out from the kitchen, his face looked puzzled.

"Why, Bi?"

"Neng Andrea saw pet ...."

“Mother is home, Bi.” cut Andrea. He deliberately let Bi Cicih not discuss the map.

"Oh, yes, Neng." Bi Cicih walked over to greet Yuli.

Andrea pulled Bi Cicih's hand. “Aunt don't tell that story earlier ya!”

“But, Neng ...”

“Bi, please, afraid to be a thought to Mom. I'm okay too, right?"

“But, Neng ...”

“What are you doing? How are you whispering there?” Yuli reprimanded from the place where she kept the helmet.

“This, Mom, Bi Cicih was buying celtuk guava juice, even melon juice.”

Bi Cicih wanted to answer, but instead stuttered with nervousness. “Euhh, um, anu, euhm ...”

“What? Yes already, Mother has come, she said Aunt wants to go home.” Andrea held onto Bi Cicih's shoulder, slightly pressed.

“Aibi want to go home?” ask Yuli, while keeping her shoes.

“I ... Yes, Mom, it's afternoon.”

“Ya already, thank you yes, Bi,” said Yuli. “Don't forget to bring food for children and husbands," he continued.

“I've prepared, Bu.” Bi Cicih go to the kitchen, grab a ration. “Pete was put where ya?” he muttered, from earlier he was dizzy seven roving around looking for petai.

“How is it today, Ndre?” Yuli asked Andrea who was watching television. He sat down to accompany.

“B only.”

“You're not out?”

“Out, jogging. Mother tumben home quickly, usually if overtime until night. “

“Well, this is Mom to say. Bi, Bi Cicih sit down for a second!" Yuli called again Bi Cicih who was preparing to go home. He was reminded of something by Andrea.

"Yes, Mom." Bi Cicih sat on the sofa.

“By what?” ask Andrea.

“Tomorrow Mom out of town again. Three days. Bi Cicih as usual accompany Andrea again yes, to sleep here. I beg you, Bi." Yuli put on a pleading face, afraid that Bi Cicih would not.

"Ooh, ready, Mom." Bi Cicih even sumringah, he likes to have overtime work, Yuli likes to give him a bonus.

"Thank you, Bi." Yuli smiled.

"Together, Mom. If nothing else matters, I'm sorry, it's late. My chickens and ducks are afraid they haven't come home yet."

"Yes, Bi, greetings to the family at home."

"Yes, Mom."

"Greetings to Ay and Beb, Bi, too" Andrea said.

"Who's that, Neng?"

"Chicken and duck ...."

"Ikh, the Neng mah, kirain who. Yes, yes, asalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

“Bu, may I not ask?”

“Ngga, Mom wants to take a shower.” Yuli moved, then stroked into her room.

“Bu, I'm serious.” Andrea followed to the room.

His mother opened the earrings and the ring he was wearing. Andrea only realized she did not see her mother wearing a bracelet, and a necklace, jewelry that she always wore.

“What the hell, Ndre? Tumben really.”

Andrea leaned against the door mouth. “Mom's time to Bogor last, it's office duty?”

“Did you have a job or another business? Yes yes orh.” Yuli answered confidently.

“That time I met Aunt Dina.”

Yuli looked at herself in the mirror. He's trying to calm down. “When?” He started pouring facial cleansers into cotton.

“Mom's time to Bogor. Said there was no office job that required Mom to go there.”

Andrea looked at her mother from the reflection of the mirror, rubbing cotton wool against her face. His mother's hands looked increasingly thin, there were protrusions of veins there.

“Mother wants to take a shower first.” Yuli walked to the bathroom in her room.

Andrea did not say any more, regretting that she had caught her mother lying.

He leaned his head against the door frame. Then turn the body, exit while closing the room door, after hearing the sound of water flowing from the faucet.

Inside the bathroom Yuli leaned against the wall, her hands covered her face, she cried. Andrea begins to discover her lies. But now he can't be honest, still trying to heal. He didn't want Andrea to watch him roll weakly, and grieve. His son will be very sad.

Water spilled from the reservoir, filling the floor and touching her feet. Chilly.

**

“Neng,” call Dale.

Andrea who was looking at the road looked up. “Have you met?”

“Already, his name is Atang, unemployment whose style is exorbitant.”

“Means?”

“Have it in expensive place, but capital nebeng.”

“You know where?” is from

“This is my number signal, he is now in a karaoke place called Cafe Family, he is with his friend, singing and eating free drinks."

Andrea remembered that place, Yadi had been invited there with Ren.

“People how?”

“Big height, pocky hair, wear brown color leather jacket.”

“Iya, that's the guy, I remember the color of his jacket, but if his face doesn't know. Bite who knows.”

Andrea ran to her room, then took her car. “I contact him only.”

Sounds like the phone is connecting. But not lifted. Andrea kept the dress, then tapped on the porch table.

Not how long the note reads, Bite called back.

“Assalamualaikum, what's up, Ndre, are you okay?” The sound of a bite sounded anxious from across there.

Andrea smiled slightly.

Dale thunts. “Euleuh euleuh, who is in love, her smile is different."

Andrea kept the index finger on her lips, while closing the speaker of the device with her chest.

“Haarr, he won't hear me either, Neng.”

“Ndre, hello ... Ndre!” Bite calling again from there.

“Waalaikumssalam, it's okay, Git. I'm fine.” Andrea told Dale to shut up first. “Euhmm, can accompany me on the road?”

“Where?”

“Can't? I'll tell you later.”

“Can, but now it is almost magrib, how about it comes off dawn?”

“Iih, you mah ...”

Across there Bite laughed, she was happy that Andrea was fine, apparently not as traumatized as she was worried.

“Iya, I came after magrib ya.”

“Oke, thank you, Git, already want me to bother.”

“You speak like mothers only, many bases.”

“Base-basis.”

“Basi kan stink.”

“As far as you are,” says Andrea.

“Iyes dong's. Yes already, I'll pick up ya.”

“Oek ...”

“Nahh right, joking continues, when is it closed?”

“Hahaha ... I'm not kidding, typo, want okay even oek.”

“Typo is a term in writing, Ndre, if in this conversation, his name is kacaletot.”

Andrea laughed again.

Dale mesam-mesem saw Andrea dropping herself into the bed while hugging the device.

Andrea just realized, there is still Dale. He woke up smiling embarrassedly.

“Neng want to go there?”

“Yes, you're coming too!"

“Wings, Neng.” Dale flapped his armpit.

Andrea closes her nose.

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