My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 111

Rarendra. Shanuella turned around and stared. The pair of beautiful eyes were covered in crystalline liquid, the level dimmed, lips clenched. Watching from head to toe, the man realized when he accidentally saw the fingers squeezing. The ring is tucked in the ring finger, slapping and resuscitating in seconds.

He's already married. I shouldn't have expressed love.

Carving a smile, Rarendra fixed the answer that was thrown out. Retract the statement of love while enjoying the pain. A wound created by itself because it cannot control the heart. When vengeance and love are present together, the torment carves a wound and inscribes a nestapa.

“Surely you expect that answer, ‘kan?” Forcing the lips to curl, sembilu stab the heart and create new wounds. “Don't put in the heart, I'm just kidding.” Rarendra hid bitterly.

“Blade?” Shanuella greeted flatly.

“Yes. From now on, call me Endra. Blade is just fictional. He never existed. Probably the same as his love.” Rarendra's lying.

The desire to pursue love is constrained when you find Bayulah the hero in Shanuella's life. If it were another man, it might be another story. Rarendra can express his feelings easily.

Maybe I was created to hate it. Hence, God predestined many things so that I would not cultivate this feeling for too long. But how could I forget it? He was present in my heart without me knowing. God, if you can choose. I don't want to be greedy. Just bring one taste in this heart. Love or hate. Don't torment me with a sense of being present at the same time.

“We have lunch now. Your face is like holding back hunger.” Rarendra diverts the conversation. Just about to grab Shanuella's hand, she realized. A few seconds his body froze and chose to undo his intentions. “Ayo.”

Turns out, giving up is not an easy thing to do. Often times the khilaf, forget about the status of Shanuella who is the wife of people. He must really take care of himself, so as not to overdo it and hit the boundaries

“Come, after lunch, I'll take you to the office. Don't worry, I've asked your husband's permission.”

Following the steps of the man in front of her, the woman gasped as she was about to step into the car parked by the side of the road and found Rarendra turning around.

“Oh yes, someone forgot I told you.” That handsome face looked calm. “I've forgiven you for the death of my fiancee.”

Deg.

Shanuella. The foot that was stepping suddenly stopped. Look deep, look for honesty in it.

“Life keeps going. I'm aware of this. The grudge I've been keeping all this time will only hurt me. I'm disappointed, anyone would feel the same. But, the days I missed over these five years .. slapped me.” Rarendra was unable to continue his words when it came to his feelings. “I got my karma for having dared to hurt you. From today on, live well, don't worry about anything. This is my destiny and yours.”

Turning his body back, Rarendra shed tears. Crying without a voice for the past five years, when you have to get caught up in love with people you shouldn't.

“Blade?” Shanuella half ran and caught up.

“Do not call Blade. I've forgotten what it's like to be Blade,” said Rarendra, not looking at his interlocutor. Standing next to the car door, open for Shanuella. “Please, Shan.”

Shanuella. Given all this time, the man was being nice to her. As Rarendra and Blade, never hurt. The only pain incised was simply leaving her without a message.

Has he really forgiven me? If so, should I do the same? Should I forget my heartache?