My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 107'S

The breakfast room had been filled with the commotion of the small Bayu family. Everyone is busy filling the stomach before starting activities. There was Lana with a distinctive voice and adorable style, busy stabbing into a small piece of jam bread. Next door, Shanuella was tidy and ready to leave for work. The beautiful woman looked charming and elegant with her simple clothes, the pitch-black cloth pants were matched with a white shirt with corrugated horizontal stripes. A plate of fried rice was available in front of him.

Seen across the table, Bayu was enjoying a plate of fried rice made by Mbok Sari served complete with pickled cucumbers. The view of the man who was always dashing with a shirt and denim pants was directed at his wife and child.

“Already, Son. No need to be pricked with a fork. Just use your hands. Even be long.” Bayu made a sound when Lana repeatedly failed to put the bread that was pierced with a fork into her mouth.

“He wants it that way, Mas. He said that in school he was taught that way. As in tivi-tivi also.” Shanuella helped explain after seeing Lana busy since earlier. A not-so-sturdy fork prick makes the piece fall and fall again before it enters the mouth.

“Already, Lan. Later you are late to school,” said Bayu, reminding the girl in white uniform with a plaid blue vest.

Lana pouting. “Papa no assshiiik.” The emphasis at the end of the sentence makes Lana even more adorable. Lips throbbing, lightning eyes firmly fixed on Bayu.

The head of the family as the accused was immediately shocked. “Oh yes?” The lips with the faintly thin whiskers were pursed.

“Hmm.” The little girl nodded. Still busy enjoying the bread from the fork that had previously been pierced first by the mother.

“Papa.” Lana's upset. Stabbing bread often fails,

“Already, eat fast. Later late.” Shanuella tidied up the strands of the hair boy that had fallen from her braids.

“Shan, are you coming to the office with me?” asked Bayu while feeding the fried rice into his mouth.

“It seems not, Mas, Today I have to go to the project. It just so happened that representatives from other contractors invited to meet. There is something we have to discuss, because my work is related to the renovation of buildings and interior parts later.”

“Loh, why not meet outside? It must be more convenient.” Bayu feels bad. Suddenly remembered their kiss a week ago. For the first time there was progress in their relationship. The man was worried about a secret meeting between his wife and Rarendra and ransacking his cause all along. It feels unfair, especially since all was revealed, it is clear that the change in attitude of his superiors.

“They asked to meet in the project. To be able to get more details. If outside can only be based on images, there can be confusion and misunderstanding. It's called the human brain and the human mind, we can't control with detail. And, I know for myself. My job is not one that deals with administration. If it is wrong just find the numbers and data, fix it. But, this will be long-tail, spending beyond estimation, not yet the time will also be longer. The rule is completed this week, can be delayed until next week. Again, the cost of workers swells.” Explaining in detail, Shanuella hoped her husband would understand, even if he did not understand.

“I can what.” Both of Bayu's shoulders tiptoed and forced his lips to smile.