My Secret Bodyguard's

Section 87 Self-contained

In room.

"You convinced me to agree to Mom's departure, so I want you to always be there for me.” Andrea throws a tennis ball against the wall of her room.

“Neng talk to me?” Dale asked.

“Whose name again?”

“I guess talk to yourself.”

“You're ready, aren't you?”

“Welp, Neng. I'll always be ready.”

“Good, because next I will always need you."

"I'm happy if needed."

Andrea checked her dress. In hopes that there was something he could know about Bite. The longer, the more he lost that guy.

His blood rippled when he remembered the few times they almost kissed. He actually resigned, if Bite wants to do that, after all just kissing. But the truth is they never kiss.

Oh my God, Ndre. What's on your mind? You are a girl, you should have self-esteem. Don't slap!

Andrea lowered her head, keeping her face between her knees.

You should realize that God is saving you from despicable deeds. I don't even accept the guy's words.

True said Bite, everything is just innate atmosphere. The mood of the cold, and the lust. Satan danced in the head.

Dale watched Andrea's uneasiness from the top of the closet.

“Why, Neng?”

“Ngga anything?”

I heard knocking on the door from outside. “Neng, can Aunty enter?”

“Come in, Bi,” Andrea says.

Bi Cicih comes in with the face of the rainy season, angkeub.

“Neng, Aunty wants to leave. Auntie's been fired, so she won't be here again.” Bi Cicih twisted the edge of his clothes.

“Aunt says it so. Aunt not fired, but retired.” Andrea tried to encourage Bi Cicih.

“Pension, indeed Aunt is old?”

“Hehe. Yes, yes, Bi. Auntie, don't tell me you won't be here anymore either. Aunty if you want to stay here, we will be like family.”

“Bby, Neng?” bi Chirping Eyes sparkling.

“Ck, why can't we, later we make it quiet again. I will definitely miss Bibi.”

Published a smile on Bi Cicih's round face. “Oke, Neng, later Aunty will often come here, bring petai ...”

Dale jumped into the window, ran away. He was horrified when he heard the petai called.

“Wahh, no, Bi!” exclaim Andrea.

Bi Cicih was surprised, while keeping his mouth shut. “Why, Neng?”

“I don't like it, Bi. I prefer jengkol.”

“Oh, is that it? But Bibi doesn't have a jengkol tree.”

“Then Bibi need not bring anything, I will always welcome the arrival of Bi Cicih here.” Andrea smiled.

“Ah, Neng mah, even make Bibi sad only.” Bi Cicih wiped his snot, his tears were already dry, breaking again.

Andrea got off her bed, she hugged Bi Cicih. Although a little bit of asem, and the smell of onions, but Andrea really-bebar sincere.

Actually he was also sad, later had to do his own homework, but he had to look strong, and ready, so that Bi Cicih did not worry.

This is how it feels to have no money. Sad, sad.

Bi Cicih went home, while continuing to wipe the snot in the nose.

Andrea helps her mother pack up, for tomorrow's purposes go to Bogor. Dale helped.

What did Dale do to help Andrea? Flying Yuli's clothes into the suitcase. Inside and outside, when Yuli was asleep.

She also helped Andrea prepare dinner. Warm the porridge made Bi Cicih, then make vegetable meatball soup.

They seem busy. All seasonings are included. All the vegetables in the refrigerator are on display. The water boiled inside the pot, making the meat balls inside spin up and down.

Andrea chopped chili and onions to make sambal.

“If this sop wear is not, Neng?” Dale showed me one white mustard loop.

Andrea thought hard. “Bby deh,” sahut.

Dale plunged one loop of white mustard into the pot. The boiling water inside the pot overflowed, and spilled. The meatballs are jumping, free-falling, rolling on the floor.

“Dale! How's everything?” Andrea patted the jidat. “Sliced first time, Dal!” yell again.

Dale. "Excuse me, Neng, I guess it's directly inserted."

Andrea took a breath at once. In vain already vegetable soup meatballs that he made with great difficulty.

“Ndre... What's up?” Yuli made a soft voice from the television room.

“Ngga, Mom. This was something that spilled,” shouted Andrea. He took the mustard from the pot.

“How is this? Messy, sopnya.” Andrea scratched his nape. The soup got dirty because of Dale.

Repot very, Neng. Dale flicked his finger.

The tring!

One bowl of soup is available on the table. Andrea looked at it while clucking. His stomach was really hungry, especially plus the smell of rib soup in front of him. His saliva shed a lot.

“Where is it?”

“From restaurant tray.”

“Balikin, Dal! I don't want to eat stolen sop.”

Dale took a breath. He was about to eliminate the delicious-looking rib soup again.

“But if paid no times, yes.” Andrea gulped, she was solemnly tempted with her favorite rib soup. He took my money from my pants, then handed it to Dale. “Pay gih!”

Dale smiled. He traded one bowl of soup for a twenty thousand dollars. Bodo was very happy with the restaurant waiter who lost a bowl of soup in his bathtub.

“May ... I brought my mother's favorite soup.”

Andrea exclaimed with a bowl of porridge and soup on the tray.

Yuli who was watching television looked up. Stare at Andrea in wonder. “Who are you?” ask Yuli.

Andrea who was used to her mother's condition smiled bitterly.

“Personal maid Mom, carrying rib soup. Try tasting, Mom!”

“Indeed not, but Mom should eat this rib sop.”

“Iya, later.” Yuli continued watching television. It doesn't seem to care about Andrea.

"I can eat by myself." Yuli brushed off the spoon that Andrea thrust into her mouth.

Andrea put her shoulders down. He had to be strong to deal with it, it wouldn't take long. His mother will be as usual after a while.

“Sabar, China. Later also enggak.” Dale raised his heart.

“You please take care of mom yes, I want to eat.” Andrea went into the kitchen.

Yuli watched him with a suspicious look. “What is he doing in my kitchen? Daddy's coming home! I was afraid to be home alone, there was an intruder, Well,” muttered Yuli, but it was still heard clearly by Andrea.

Andrea ate at the dinner table with tears in her eyes. He must be strong, patient, and understanding. But the truth cannot.

The rib soup he ate felt like a level ten spicy tutelage, making his mouth monstrous. Beauty is reduced by two percent.

Since returning from the village, his friends have not contacted him. Maybe Ren and Zellina thought her phone was still dead. Many groups he ignored. School starts off, Andrea wants to have some time alone. Feel the favor of God through trials for many times.

Andrea had already felt the sadness of losing loved ones, her father and grandfather.

Watching her beloved mother go into a coma, at the end of death. Kidnapped angel-faced guy. Down into the ravine. Hmpir died because of brake blong due to his money.

Now, it must be strong to be away from its mother, without Bi Cicih, with potluck money. Time because his mother forgot it should be mehek-mehek so.

Andrea ate the rib soup voraciously. Sometimes he wiped away his tears, and his snot.

I have to be strong, eat a lot, because Zellina said it also needs energy, let alone face the reality of life.

Finish eating Andrea wash dishes. Something he should get used to, from now on. In so remembered Ren who did his own homework, to forget to iron his clothes because he was exhausted.

Turns out he's experiencing it now, and it's, really painful.

Now also he must start thinking about work, to get money for his survival later. But not the pelvic porters as Akri proposed.

“Having eaten, Neng?” ask Dale. He was peeling the pot with his teeth.

"Even, you?"

"Now, eat the jicama."

“Can be bent from where?” Andrea deliberately spoke while turning her back to Dale, hiding her puffy eyes.

“From the edge of times, now bengkuang again a lot.”

“Not more. There are indeed planting. Garden people,” said Andrea.

“Tumben dishwasher?”

"Don't switch the conversation, Dal!"

Dale. "Yes, Neng, sorry. Afterwards I drooled to see this jicama nongol above the ground. Like peeking, wait for me."

"Hmm .. just make it up. Don't repeat it!"

"Wings, Neng."

“About washing these dishes, I'll have to get used to it, Dal.”

“Kan Neng can tell me?”

“Halahh, you work like this even ngaco. So it's more chaotic. Look tuh! My meatball soup is a mess.”

“Iya sorry, Neng. But if I can wash my dishes, look at this!”

Dale flicked his finger, the dirty dishes flew, went down under the water faucet, the foaming sponge rubbed it, then the water flushed it, making the dishes wobble. The already clean plate flew straight to the shelf.

“Okay, okay, but that's just later yeah, if we're alone. Your action will make your heart dislodged Mother, if she sees it.”

“Wings, Neng!”

After eating and washing the dishes, Andrea went back to see her mother who was watching television. The porridge is intact.

“Mother hasn't eaten?”

Yuli. “Numbered, Ndre. I want to eat fruit only.”

Andrea smiled. His mother remembered him again.

“Of course I can, I got ya, Bu.”

Andrea looked for fruits in the refrigerator. There are still many, apparently from people who visit his mother in the hospital. Andrea brought an apple and an orange.

“Where would you like to choose? Let me peel.”

“Mother to salak, Ndre,” says Yuli.

“Salak does not exist, Mom, this one is.” Andrea brandished apples and oranges.

“There, Ndre. It was just bought by Dad. You're the one who's right to look for him, son!”

Andrea's shoulder drooped, apparently her mother still forgot.

Andrea couldn't bear to see her mother wail like that. He went into the kitchen, looking for Dale.

Dale thrust a basket of salak at Andrea who was dumbstruck in front of the refrigerator.

“Where to?”

“If this is original from the forest, Neng. Not a garden people.”

“Hmm ... Sure?”

Dale nodded.

Andrea immediately took one large salak fruit.

“Can peel it, Neng?” ask Dale.

Andrea shook her head. He really didn't know how to peel the salak. Not because of the artist's pretentiousness, or the pretentious fear of having her finger skin scratched, but because she didn't like the rough-skinned fruit.

Dale helped open it. Andrea kept the peeled dishes on the plate, and brought them to her mother.

“Bu, here's the salad.” Andrea saw her mother already asleep on the sofa. He looked at the woman he loved so much.

“Dal, I'd like to help my mother go to the room.”

“Wings, Neng!”

Dale immediately carried Yuli into his room. Andrea followed from behind. He had no idea what would happen had Dale not been with him, perhaps he would have been confused himself.

Secret My most handsome bodyguard, may you always be faithful to take care of me and my mother, her inner being.

Andrea slept on the sofa, while Dale stayed out. He was standing guard at the gate, as usual.

seriated

*angkeub \= overcast

*ngagupayan \= waving