My Secret Bodyguard's

Part 8 They Didn't See It

Hearing the name of his grandfather called Andrea frowned, then shifted his body to move away from Dulale aka Dale.

Hand sodoran as a sign of introduction suspected Andrea as a danger signal. He was afraid of being hypnotized, where the housing gate was quiet.

Indeed the person is not creepy, looks sweet and funny even, but Andrea still has to be vigilant. No one guarantees, the angel-faced are always good people.

Andrea looked at Dale, then took a few steps back to prepare to run.

Having just turned around, Dale was suddenly in front of him, blocking him from the power pole.

"Be careful, Neng, this is an electric pole."

Andrea gulped, between believing and not. He forgot there was an electric pole.

If Dale doesn't get in the way, don't know the nose first, or the eel first hit the concrete pole.

"Huhhh!"

Even so Andrea would not be that easy to believe in that person. He hurriedly stepped up. Dale followed. Andrea stopped and turned her head, then looked at her sharply.

"If you dare to follow me one more step, I shout" he snapped. Dale stopped while scratching his ears.

"Yes, Neng." Dale leaned against the tree of ceremai.

Andrea turned around and quickly walked over. But only a few steps did he stop, thinking of something. She's looking.

“Who are you really?What's the same thing with me?” Andrea asked in a fixed tone of bluffing, bold pretentious.

"And I said, my name is Dale, don't double L," replied Dale as he watched the chimneys clustered on each handle of the branches. Mouths crackling.

"Community with me?"

"Keep out of all dangers." Dale replied with a still look at the cherry.

"Don't lie!"

“Do what I lie, Neng. I was assigned my boss to look after Neng Andrea from all the dangers that threaten.” Dale said with a thick Sundanese accent.

"What danger?"

"Yes who are dangerous, threaten safety, Neng Andrea."

Andrea frowned again, Dale's reply puzzled her. “ I can't believe,” screams Andrea.

“Yes already if you do not believe,” muttered Dale casually, he was more serious to see the fruit of the kettle with a tongue smudging, want to immediately eat the sour fruit.

Andrea followed up looking up, then resentfully went back to bluffing, “tell me the truth!”

Actually he was still tense, but curious. This was all done for the sake of her and her mother's peace. Especially after the incident the guy was in his room.

“He did not believe,” muttered Dalle while scratching her hands.

Andrea looked increasingly upset. But in his heart thought, that this man had indeed twice saved him from danger. Cushion motor, and electric pole shock. It is not imagined that he does not exist, it has been dented as to what his body was.

Suddenly, an angkot stopped. Andrea was happy, because Bu Asih, her neighbor came down from the angkot.

"Just come home, Mom?" Andrea rushed towards Bu Asih like a child whose mother had just left to the market.

“Yes, you just got home too, Ndre? Hayu or what are you doing here alone, already afternoon.” Maam looked at him suspiciously.

"Only?" Andrea asked back, glancing at Dale.

"Who are you?" Ma'am Asih looked around.

Andrea gulped.

“I ... Yes, Mom, alone. We are together yes.” Andrea hurriedly grabbed the neighbor's hand.

Along the way he felt spooky as well, it turned out that only he could see Dale. Ma'am Asih did not see it, even though Dale was with them.

Andrea just remembered, the guy who wanted to hit him, and the father of the sandal carrier in the ketek also like he did not see it earlier, they just left him without further ado.

It turns out they didn't see it, Andrea's inner.

Cold sweat began to wet his nape.

“Bu Asih from where?” Andrea asked to dispel her fear, she held onto Bu Asih's hand tightly. There's no way he's telling Bu Asih now that they're being followed by demons, it could be Bu Asih ngibrit, or fainting.

“Buy medicine in pharmacy, Dede Rendy is sick. Why you tea?” Maam Asih looked at Andrea's hand which was holding her like a fright.

“Nothing, Bu.” Andrea let go of her hand slowly. "Dede Rendy's sick what?"

"Regular, hot, but the head only. I've been sorted, but it's still hot."

"Ah, it usually also heals when it's sorted."

"What did you buy medicine for?"

"Just in case, how do you know it's not healing."

Andrea was dizzy to hear Bu Asih's explanation, but she could only smile affirmatively.

Dale walked behind them, while eating the cherries he had taken. His face looks fresher after chewing a few pieces of fruit kettle, although clearly visible he while holding the acid fruit.

Andrea looked at it.

"Ndre, stop by first?" Bu Asih has arrived in front of his house.

"Thank you, ma'am, it's late in the afternoon, haven't had a bath."

"Yes oruh, greetings to Bu Yuli," said Bu Asih. "Kangen also long time no play to the house," continued Bu Asih.

"Yes, I hope you get well soon, Dede Rendy."

Bu Asih smiled as he nodded, Andrea quickly walked again towards her house which was only a few more houses away.

He tried to calm down, Dale trailed to the front of the fence of his house, then disappeared somewhere.

That afternoon Andrea often peeked outside the house.

“Why, Neng? Anything to look forward to?” The new Bi Cicih will say goodbye to the astonishment of seeing Andrea peeking out from behind the curtains.

“Ehh, um ... Yes, Bi. Andrea again wait ... wait what? wait magrib, yes wait maghrib.”

Andrea deliberately did not tell about Dale first to his mother or Bi Cicih. Fear they get scared, can berabe. Especially if Bi Cicih is afraid, then even stop working because of fear in this house.

“Indeed Neng Andrea again fasting?”

“Neg"

"It was waiting for everything magrib," said Bi Cicih.

"Yes want to pray oruh, Bi, the time must again fast just waiting for the beduk maghrib tuh. Uh, Auntie's going home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't forget I ate it!"

“Cuaci? I love Auntie, huh? Fish gulai feeling.” Bi Cicih opened the challenger he was carrying.

Already a ration, every time he came home he brought a side dish for his family dinner.

“Well, that's the one that stuck in the Bi Cicih negligee what?”

“Mana?”

“Nih!” Andrea pointed at the picture of the sunflower on the Bi Cicih negligee. "This is my picture, Bi."

No matter how upset he is, it does not make Andrea forget to joke.

Bi Chirping head bobbles with Andrea's behavior. "It's a sunflower, Neng."

"Kan kuaci is also a sunflower seed, Bi."

"Lahh si Neng mah aya-aya wae."

Andrea giggled to see Bi Cicih keki while leaving. He looked back at the front page, Dale disappeared somewhere.

“Is he a subtle creature? How to eat fruit?" Andrea muttered. Then she remembered the perfume bottle that was carried from her grandfather's room.

Is he out of here? Why am I the only one who can see him? Andrea wondered.

He studied the glass bottle again, the shape is indeed antique, the lid is also made of a kind of carved wood. Andrea repeatedly rubbed the bottle, but nothing came out.

Andrea couldn't sleep, her thoughts were only with Dale, who told her grandfather's errand.

Forgetting to eat, forgetting to learn, even though there is a housework from Bu Anis. Working on a math problem that has not been discussed this afternoon.

Unable to sleep quietly, Andrea again sucked herself into the bed in her mother's room. The glass bottle he had inserted in his mother's display cabinet.

There was nothing she could tell her mother, she was sure that she would not believe, and would think only of her, as Dale had infiltrated her room.

Ah, Andrea was fretting, thinking about why only she could see Dale.

wait for the next episode ...