My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 105

“Mas!” 

Shanuella again clenched her feet to the floor while holding a towel wrapped around her chest. Grunting, the piercing look was directed at Bayu who was sitting relaxed unaffected.

“Don't get angry, Mistress. It will really sag. I'm a big loss.” Bayu giggled slowly. His wife's expression was adorable.

“Mas!” A short cry sounded. Shanuella grew increasingly upset as her husband continued to tease never-ending. Especially when found both corners of the man's lips continue to be pulled upwards, forming a memuakan grin. 

“Don't get angry, Shan. Already, change in the bathroom. I won't budge. Lana has not been right, leaving her now will only make trouble,” explained Bayu while showing off a row of white teeth lined up neatly. 

Paras jelita back whining. His smooth cheeks pouted. Shanuella had to comply, even though Bayu's actions ignited a panic. Turning the direction, the woman stepped hesitantly towards the wardrobe. He grabbed a pink pajama suit with cartoon motifs, then draped over his shoulder and walked to the bathroom. 

Despite her husband and wife status, Shanuella and Bayu live like good friends. Occasional touching until a lip kiss occurs, but the sense that binds them both is not as deep as other couples. Five years on, the relationship didn't go to class. The feeling is not as tingled as it should be. One thing is for sure, there is a pent-up love and a clap of one hand tucked inside. The husband until this moment still hopes that one day his love will be reciprocated.

A snort was heard repeatedly, the tip of the lips quivering in annoyance. “He intentionally. Her smile looked sickening,” Shanuella complained, repeatedly. Up out of the bathroom, the woman was again made wild. Bayu won't come out. Instead, the man had already collapsed on Lana's right side, closing his eyes tightly.

“Mas, sleep here?” 

Not trying to find out, but both feet led him to stand beside Bayu who was sleeping. Walking closer, Shanuella's annoyance disappeared for a moment to find a layer of tiredness stamped on the face of the sweet-talking man who lay on his back with both hands folded in his chest. Iba was present without being asked, something inside moved his fingers carved on the cheek of the husband. Suddenly, the man with regular breathing opened his eyes and blocked his wrist.

Unable to speak, Shanuella who gasped just looked fixed and silent. A few moments later, he nodded. Breathe until the heart rate is regular.

“Sleep. I know you're tired.” Bayu spread a smile. “I rest for a while. Later I came out after making sure Lana was asleep,’ he continued again, removing his check on his wife's wrist.

Shanuella pensively pensively for a moment, then hurriedly circled the bed and lay down on the other empty side. Just pasted his back on the mattress, Bayu again voiced.

“Shan, do you mind if I keep working there?” 

“Hah!” Shanuella. He saw Bayu who was lying on his back with both hands bent to refute his head. The view leads to the ceiling of the room, occasionally glancing at it while spreading a thin and sweet grin.

“Is it okay for you if I keep working with him?” reiterate Bayu, change the question sentence which means the same.

Shanuella gulped, observing the ceiling of the room decorated with small round lights radiating yellow sheen in the middle.

“No problem for me, Mas. But, if Mas Bayu feels uncomfortable, I also do not care if ...”