My Sexy Bodyguard's

RAMA CHEATED!

Damar stopped the car he was driving right in front of the fence of Richard Raendra's mansion. He deliberately did not go directly into the area of the house, because he needed to rest his brain for a moment from the chaos he had made. Maybe at this time everything is still under control, neither Rama nor Xavier have heard news about the disappearance of one container of firearms from a warehouse by the sea, because the distance from the house to the warehouse is very far and communication from the warehouse to the city is not too smooth.

Damar took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. There was a slight sense of tightness in his chest after he committed all the crimes on Richard's late business. He knew if he was guilty, he felt uncomfortable doing all these crimes. However, he was well aware that he also had to prepare for a quiet and pleasant old age life. And serving Richard Raendra's family alone does not make him have enough savings to achieve his wishes.

Damar is actually quite disappointed to learn that he did not get the slightest piece of Richard's relics after Richard died. Though if pulled back, the role of Damar is very important in every business run by Richard. Almost every business deal and all sorts of it, Damarlah handles it, but now he can just bite his finger.

Damar began to think that the wise Richard was not concerned with his welfare, what about the childish Tiffani. He could be living in squalor if his body is no longer strong enough to serve and work in the business empire of the Raendra family.

Those thoughts have been haunting Damar for the past few months, especially after he had chest pain and doctors said that there was a small problem in his heart.

Damar let out a long sigh, then re-enforced his seat and honked the horn so that the security guard on the inside knew of his arrival.

The fence opened not long after Damar honked, and a young man with a full body bowed respectfully to Damar.

"Where are the others? Why is no one standing guard in front?" ask Damar on the security guard.

"Go to the toilet, sir," replied the security guard.

Damar nodded, and immediately continued his journey towards the parking area in the courtyard.

Junior who was playing on the terrace with a nanny immediately ran to the Damar car that had just stopped. The son of the tallest throne holder in the Richard residence was jumping up and down in excitement beside the door of Damar's car. Damar even had to open the car door slowly so as not to hit Junior.

"Grandfather!" junior shouted, as soon as Damar got out of the car.

(Visual Room)

Damar himself immediately grabbed Junior into his arms and carried Junior to the terrace.

"Junior has breakfast?" asked Damar, pinching Junior's adorable pointed nose.

Junior nodded. "It's noon now. Junior had breakfast, "he replied, with a typical lispy voice of a child that sounded funny.

Just as Damar arrives on the terrace, Rama and Tiffani emerge from the living room. The two approached Damar, and Tiffani asked Ju Ior from Damar's sling.

"Grandpa just came home, still tired, so Junior do not ask for a sling first," said Tiffani, advising Junior gently.

Junior just grinned, and immediately rested his head on Tiffani's shoulder.

"Let's go, Tiffani, her name's a kid too. After all, I'm glad Junior always runs to me when I come. Who would not be happy if every time they arrive home is always welcomed by a handsome little prince" said Damar.

Tiffani smiled at the praise Damar gave to her beloved son.

"He is my handsome little prince" he said, peeking at Junior's cheek, then looked back at Damar and said, "Come in and rest, Om, I'll ask the waiter to prepare food for Om Damar. Om Damar must be tired after a long trip."

After saying that, Tiffani immediately breezed away leaving Damar and Rama on the terrace.

Rama who had been silent since then while staring at Damar with full judgment did not move from where he stood even when the wife went to the kitchen. He just stared at Damar without saying a word.

Feeling stared at by Rama with an unusual gaze, Damar became misbehaved. The old man cleared his throat, then tried to find a sentence that could break the silence that was enveloping him and also Rama.

"What happened to your forehead, Rama?" damar asked, as he looked at the bandage that was stuck on Rama's forehead.

Rama reflexes touching his forehead. "Didn't Om know if there was an incident yesterday?" Instead of answering Damar's question, Rama asked back, and Rama's question made Damar confused.

"I didn't hear anything. What's wrong?" ask Damar again.

"Tiffani almost died. Someone tried to shoot Tiffani while Tiffani was in her office, and I was kidnapped for a few hours."

Damar's face stiffened as soon as he heard what Rama said. The shock and anger on Damar's face looked natural, making Rama's bad thoughts about Damar instantly fade. Rama had thought that everything that happened to him and Tiffani was Damar's plan, but seeing Damar's expression now felt impossible if Damar was the mastermind behind it all. Damar could not have tried to kill Tiffani, whatever the reason it was completely impossible.

"Om don't know?" rama asked, trying to ascertain if Damar really did not know anything.

Damar shakes back. "I don't know at all because no one told me. How can you all just shut up when Tiffani almost died. Holy hooch! Quickly find out who did the dan-"

"The culprit is Dion. He was the prime suspect who had dared to try to kill my wife, and he was also caught stealing our weapons from the warehouse, but not only was he the main suspect, there was one more person, he said, and I'm trying to figure out who's ready to help Dion. Me and Xavier are investigating." Rama cut off Damar's speech.

His face Damar, which had been reddish in anger, had now turned deathly pale. He can't even speak anymore. When Dion's name was thrown from Rama's lips, Damar felt like someone threw him with a big stone. He was surprised, he was angry, and he was hurt because Dion had acted rashly and almost made Tiffani wretched.

"Dion," murmured Damar.

Rama nodded. Both of his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do you know him? He's young and handsome. He also looks very powerful. I think he's one of Richard's father's business competitors."

Damar shook his head quickly. "No, I don't know him" he said, then immediately entered the house in a hasty step.

"Om does not know, but why is he so nervous," said Rama who was still glued to his place standing while staring at the departure of Damar.

***

Ara, a woman in her 30s who works as a fast food deliveryman a suburban restaurant is currently standing at a bus stop. He played his phone while waiting for the bus to arrive in Jakarta. He looks serious typing a message to be sent to the handsome man who yesterday he has saved with a full heart, namely Rama.

Ara instead of trying to tempt Rama, she just wanted to tell Rama that she would come to the man's residence to talk about something. Yes, asking for proper retribution. Although asking for a reward for the good he has done sounds very silly and shameless, but for Ara what he will ask Rama is not worth the help he gave. After all, there was no time to feel ashamed at this moment. No, at a time when the fate of his family is on the edge of the horn.

[Hi, handsome, remember me?]

[I'm Ara, who met you yesterday in the barn.]

[I want to meet!]

Ara then pressed the send button, waiting until the message she sent got a two-check before she put her phone back in the pocket of the jacket she was wearing.

***

Rama is in the backyard right now along with Xavier. The two did martial arts training together as usual, after the two daughters-in-law in the philanthropic family had completed a running sport around the spacious backyard.

Xavier frowned a little because he was eager to do shooting practice, but Rama instead forced him to practice boxing. Both do have different tastes in sports, even when fighting enemies they both have different ways. Rama prefers punching and kicking, although he is actually a good shooter, whereas Xavier prefers to shoot his enemies, for Xavier swinging fists and legs is just a waste of energy and makes a lot of time seized.

(Xavier 👇)

"So, what steps will we take next? There is no way that we will stand idly by after the Dion blatantly waved the war flag" Xavier said, swinging his burly arms against Rama's face.

Rama nimbly dodged, and instead thrust his fist into Xavier's chest, but Xavier managed to escape Rama's powerful fist.

"We make plans later in the afternoon, and after that let's make a massive attack. Anyway, there's something I haven't told you, Vier."

Xavier turned, bowing and sticking his legs up to Rama's chest, trying to knock Rama down with his death kick, but this time Xavier failed, as Rama retreated with lightning-fast movements.

"What have you not told me?" ask Xavier.

"What if I told you that Om Damar sold our weapons to Dion" said Rama, replying to the kick Xavier had just given him, and ....

(Rama 👇)

Buk up!

Got hit!

Xavier was too surprised to hear Rama's words, so he lost focus and Rama's kick hit him.

"Argh ... What do you mean? What makes you draw such a conclusion?"

***

Tiffani stretched her body as she finished checking the documents piled up on her desk in the room. With a long sigh Tiffani took off her glasses, then got up to stand towards the mini refrigerator that she placed in the corner of the room.

A glass of cold water in an instant. "Ah, arm," Tiffani murmured as her thirst had dissipated and was replaced by a chill running from her throat to her stomach.

Tiffani again stretched his body to the right and to the left until the sound of crutches was heard from around the backbone of Tiffani.

"Ah, so relieved," he murmured again, then stepped back towards his desk, and it was at that moment that he heard the tremors around the dressing table that he passed by.

Tiffani approaches the dresser, and finds Rama's phone lying on the dresser.

"Why did he leave his cell phone here." Again Tiffani muttered to herself, this time grabbing Rama's phone, and checking the message that had just come in.

[I'm on the road to town. Now give me your address. Share location only. Please send it as soon as possible, yes, you definitely don't want a woman as big as myself to be abandoned in a big city, right?]

Tiffani squeezes Rama's phone as soon as she reads the message that just went into her husband's phone. He took the initiative to read another message from the same number, and his anger grew as he saw the other three messages.

[Hi, handsome, remember me?]

[I'm Ara, who met you yesterday in the barn.]

[I want to meet!]

"Who is this? How dare he send a message to my husband and invite him to meet. Basic itch," sizzled Tiffani, then immediately stepped hastily out of the room.

In the kitchen, Sela and Gracella are spending a sunny afternoon in the smoke of the favorite rib soup of almost all the residents of the house. No one dislikes the rib soup made by Sela, which is why on this special day they think because Rama has survived death, Sela took the initiative to make rib soup for everyone, and Gracella was happy to help. Only Mona did nothing, the woman was just busy playing the game while giggling alone.

"Not helping, same as not eating!" exclaimed Sela, from behind the smoke that was peeping.

Mona just glanced at her friend at a glance, then returned busy with her phone.

"Nobody can distract him if he's playing a game" Gracella said, shaking her head.

Sela agreed. "Additionally, he was Tiffani's favorite. Even if I told her not to eat your food, she would still eat if Tiffani said, Mona ...."

"Mona! Mona! Where are you?"

The sound of Tiffani's scream coming from a distance stopped the conversation between Sela and Gracella. Mona who is still fun playing games just put her phone on the table and stood up to look for the existence of Tiffani.

"I'm here, Fan, in the kitchen!" Mona screams back, informing Tiffani of her whereabouts.

not long after, Tiffani appears in the kitchen doorway, her beautiful face looks red, and her eyes water. Sela and Gracella who had been standing in front of the plotting table immediately approached Tiffani.

"What's this?" gracella asked worriedly.

"Rome ...." Tiffani hung up her words, and began squeezing the ends of her dress.

"Well, what happened to Rama?" Gracella asked again.

"Rama cheated."

Seriate.