My Sexy Bodyguard's

RAMA AND GRACE'S FRIENDSHIP

Gracella squirmed as she fumbled over the empty space next to her, looking for her phone so she could see what time it was.

It's been a habit of Gracella to see the clock on her phone screen. He thought it was easier than having to glance at the clock hanging on the wall. He has also arranged for the time on his phone to be the same as the time where he is. And he was so surprised when he saw the number 21.20, on the screen of his phone.

"Well! It was last night!" he shouted, who immediately stood up and ran towards the door.

It was not without reason that Gracella became so shocked. Gracella had a habit of having dinner under eight at night. Habits that he applies it is one of the must of the diet program that he runs. Indeed Gracella does not have a body that contains, his body can even be said to be very perfect; tall, slim, and curved where it should be, but he has his own fears when talking about weight problems, he said, because once his father had an affair with another woman just because his mother had a body that was so fat. A very trivial reason to justify an affair, but that trivial reason is what makes both parents have to separate.

"Gosh, why did I fall asleep all this time" Gracella muttered, opening the door and rushing straight out of the room.

Buk up!

Gracella fell after she hit someone. Being too hasty, he did not see if there was someone standing right at the door of his room. A tall man and wearing after all black.

"Well, the pain" Gracella murmured, stroking her waist which was very painful.

"Geez, miss, I'm sorry" said Rama, who immediately knelt before Gracella, to confirm whether Gracella was okay or not. "Are you okay?"

Rama had been standing at the door of Gracella's room for several hours to guard the girl's room according to Damar's orders.

Gracella raised her face, and immediately looked at Rama. He gasped at the sight of Rama's handsome face before him.

"I'm fine, but who are you?" ask Gracella.

"Oh, yeah, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Rama, the bodyguard that Mr. Richard assigned to look after you." Rama answered, then he reached out to Gracella. "May I help you stand up?"

Gracella did not answer. He looked at Rama. It was very difficult for Gracella to take her eyes off Rama's charming face. Rama is not only handsome, but also beautiful and amazingly attractive.

"Miss, can I help you stand up?" Rama asked again.

Gracella was shocked when she heard Rama's voice again. He immediately threw away his face, ashamed of Rama because he had been staring at Rama without blinking.

"Ah, yes of course," said Gracella after a while, and immediately welcomed Rama's hand.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" rama asked, as he and Gracella had returned to standing.

Gracella did not answer. He bit his lower lip while shaking. "It's okay. I'm just-" Gracella didn't finish her speech, because her gut voice so loud cut through her conversation with Rama.

Gracella's face flushed with embarrassment, but Rama smiled instead.

"You hungry?" ask Rama again.

Gracella did not answer. He just nodded while holding his stomach which was demanding to be filled. The last time he ate at Amsterdam's Schiphol Airport, it was almost a dozen hours ago. No wonder he is so hungry now.

"Then come on, I'll ask for a service to serve dinner. What do you want to eat?" rama asked, inviting Gracella to walk first in front of him.

However, Gracella did not move in the slightest. He flinched.

Seeing Gracella who was just silent like a statue, Rama asked again. "What's up, Miss?"

"Hem, look .. I don't usually eat at this hour."

"No problem, the dinner hour is past, but the waiter can make a warm new meal if you ask and-"

"It's not the food, it's the meal time. I don't eat at this hour because my body can stretch if I do." Gracella grumbled, she was so frank, that it made Rama feel comfortable to chat with her without excessive hesitation.

Rama who heard Gracella's words tried not to laugh. And Rama's tired expression to hold back the laughter was clearly read by Gracella.

"You want to laugh at me?" asked Gracella, while gently hitting Rama's chest.

Rama grimaced, though in fact he did not feel any pain at all. "No. How dare I laugh at you."

Gracella pouty. "liks. I know you want to laugh. Just laugh, I don't forbid."

"Really?" ask Rama.

Gracella nodded, and at once Rama laughed out loud.

Gracella smiled as she saw and heard the sound of Rama's laughter so crisp. If when silent Rama looks very beautiful, especially when laughing like now. Honestly, Gracella refused to turn her face away from Rama.

"So, tell me. Is there anything funny?" gracella asked, after the sound of Rama's laughter subsided a little.

Rama stopped his laughter. "Ah, I'm sorry, Miss, I'm just not out of thought, how can you be afraid of being fat just for eating at this hour, when obviously you're starving right now."

Gracella sighed. "I just don't want to if my body becomes stretched, widened everywhere."

Rama muttered softly, then said again. "You can get sick if you don't eat, because the waiter told me that you went straight to sleep once you got here. That means it's been a few hours you haven't filled your stomach with anything. You can be angry when you find out about this. You should eat even a little. Just tell me, what do you want now."

Gracella stroked her chin, seemingly thinking of something. "What do I want" he murmured. "Are you going to give me whatever I want?"

Rama nodded. "Of course, I'm working for you right now. I'll do whatever you ask, Miss."

Gracella smiled, then she said, "Then let's buy me."

Both of Rama's eyes were wide. "Tractate?"

Gacella. "Take it as punishment because you've laughed at me."

"But it was not you who allowed me to laugh" said Rama.

"Stay, you shouldn't laugh. Come on, I want to eat ice cream." Gracella passed from before Rama at a rapid pace. He could not wait to spend time with the handsome Rama.

Rama sighed, and immediately followed Gracella's steps. "He and Tiffani are the same. Both like to impose the will," complained Rama.

***

Gracella arrives on the terrace first before Rama, he circulates his gaze in search of a driver who can drive him and Rama around the city. Having only recently lived in Richard's residence, Gracella had no idea where to find a driver.

"You need something, Miss." Mario who happened to be standing guard in the front yard immediately ran up to Gracella and asked the beautiful girl.

"Hem, if I want to go out for a walk, do I have to go with a driver as well, or do I just need a bodyguard .. hem, I mean like this, is my bodyguard allowed to drive or not?" asked Gracella, who looked puzzled at her own question.

"Your Bodyguard can drive if you want. But by the way who's your bodyguard, miss? Because not all bodyguards here have a license to drive," asked Mario.

"My most handsome bodyguard. Hem, I mean he's the most handsome so far." Both of Gracella's cheeks blushed as she said that.

Looking at the way Gracella blushed, and the way Gracella described what kind of bodyguard he could make Mario instantly guess who the bodyguard assigned to keep Gracella.

"What's your bodyguard named Rama?" mario asked, between sure and doubtful. He is sure, because only Rama has the most handsome face among the bodyguards, while his doubts arise because Rama is the bodyguard Tiffani. How can Tiffani's bodyguard be Gracella's bodyguard as well.

"Based on the lucky son of a bitch" Mario murmured, as he looked at Rama.

"Hi, Rio," said Rama.

Mario just shook his head, then immediately turned to leave Rama and Gracella. Actually he wanted to ask Rama a lot of things, but he decided to ask tomorrow only, anyway he and Rama are both on duty now.

"I've decided where I want to go now" Gracella told Rama, when Mario was no longer in front of them.

"Where?" ask Rama.

"Garden."

"Then nights?' ask Rama again.

Gracella nodded. " Come on."

***

Not too strange for Rama as soon as he heard what Gracella wanted. After all, Tiffani also has the same peculiarities. Only, if Tiffani tends to love the beach and likes to walk on white sand at night, Gracella is the opposite. Gracella loves the garden, and walking among the shady trees at night is something she thinks is beautiful. And that's what Gracella and Rama are doing right now - walking in tandem among the trees.

"Not before you asked me to treat. Why are we here now? Instead of feeding your stomach, we feed mosquitoes" Rama said.

Gracella smiled. "Tomorrow the deal. Tonight I just want to take a walk. I still won't eat dinner even if you force it."

"You're really scared of fat?"

Gracella nodded. "It may sound trivial to others, but to me this is a pretty serious matter."

Rama raised his eyebrows. "Seriously what?" ask Rama.

Gracella stopped her steps, but Rama did the same.

"Dad and my mother divorced because of the affair my father had. And do you know why my dad's looking for another woman out there?"

Rama shook his head.

"Dad said, my mother was very unattractive and made him not lustful at all. Even when she took off all her clothes, there was no desire for my father to touch her. My father said all those cruel words directly in front of my mother, and I happened to hear them."

Rama surprised. He did not expect that such a brash man turned out to really exist and well preserved on the face of the earth.

"You serious?"

Gracella nodded. "So serious. From that moment on I was determined not to come when I grew up

my body became fat. Imagining my husband not wanting to touch me just because the fat deposits made me feel so frustrated." Gracella ended her speech while shuddering.

Rama looked at Gracella with pity. He could imagine how traumatized Gracella would be to the point that the girl would have to desperately maintain her diet, even when Gracella was starving.

"Not all men are like that. If you find a sincere man, no matter what your circumstances and physical form, that man will surely love you" Rama said, smiling.

Gracella returned Rama's smile, a smile that suddenly became her favorite smile since a while ago.

"I know that not all men have a jerk-like disposition like my father, but not all women are lucky to get a sincere man like you mentioned earlier. Doesn't rule out the possibility that I'll get a man who has a bad temper like my father, right?"

Rama took a breath. "Yes, it doesn't rule out the possibility."

Gracella flicked her fingers in front of Rama's face. "Well, that's why I'm very, very, very careful with my diet."

"Akh really hopes you will get a good man" Rama said, earnestly.

"Thank you."

Gracella continued on her steps. He even stretched out his hands so he could feel the cold night breeze that felt so fresh.

Rama noticed what Gracella was doing. Gracella is a good girl according to her, Gracella's attitude is very friendly and what it is.

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"When, by the way, is Richard going to be discharged from the hospital?" gracella asked Rama.

"Maybe in a few days. Because you still have to do some tests to determine whether you can go home or not." Rama answered.

"Is Tiffani always there? I haven't seen her since I got here" asked Gracella again.

Silent for a moment, because once he heard the name Tiffani, Rama's feelings suddenly became sad. He misses Tiffani, he misses the moments he spent with Tiffani.

"Yes, Tiffani is always there along with Mona" replied Rama,

"So Mona still lives together with Tiffani," Gracella muttered, smiling cynically.

Rama frowned when he saw that sinister smile engraved on Gracella's lips. However, he did not ask about the smile. A smile that shows that the relationship between Gracella and Tiffani is not harmonious even though they are family.

"I'll be in the hospital tomorrow. You wanna drive me?" gracella asked Rama.

"certain. I'll definitely drop you off, Miss."

Gracella again stopped her steps, and looked at Rama who was standing beside her.

"Oh, yes, Rama, can I ask you something?"

Rama nodded. "Sure, Miss, just say it."

"Call me Grace. You don't have to call me Miss. I honestly feel very uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm just a bodyguard and I have to respect you, where might I call you by saying your name. It is not polite at all, " said Rama. He felt uncomfortable if he had to say hello to Gracella by name.

"Then let's just be friends." Gracella reached out to Rama, asking Rama to shake hands with him.

Rama jerks. He looked at Gracella's face, then at the girl's outstretched hand. "Miss, this is very inappropriate. I'm ...." Rama hung up his words, because Gracella suddenly approached and shook his hand.

"My mother once said, there is nothing inappropriate in a friendship. " As long as I'm here, I want you to be friends with me, and I want you to make me comfortable, Rama."

Seriate.