My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 113

“Sit, Bay.”

Rarendra paused in a slightly gentle tone, different from usual. Highlight eyes dimmed, implying a heavy burden that was being hidden.

Names according to. Grip the top side of the leather-lined chair and pull it backwards. Dropping ass in there, Bayu listened. Hands weave casually on a teak-lined glass table, a defiant twinkle preparing for a statement.

Not something foreign, but rare. Rarendra does not usually invite to meet four eyes. Moreover, he was able to catch the body language of his interlocutor looking different.

“What's up, Boss?” Staring at the superior who was sitting opposite him, right in the soft chair that had been the throne all this time.

“I want to talk to you as a good friend. Me ...” Rarendra close his lips, scrutinizing Bayu carefully. Something he had hardly ever done.

“What's up?” Bayu took off the ‘bos’ greeting he used to pin on Rarendra.

Upholding his seat, the black-shirted man gulped. The fingers of the hands intertwine with each other.

“What ... I can trust you, Bay?”

Rarendra. Suddenly his tongue was a bit off, it was difficult to continue the conversation. Once weeping for the loss of love, she now weeps again when God instills the same feeling in women who shouldn't. Struggling to ignore, beat, and lie to yourself to not want to admit his feelings for Shanuella, but that reality cannot be denied. At the end of the day, he gave up. Must acknowledge rejected turmoil.

“Why?” Bayu.

“I love Shan-Shan.”

Bayu bergeming's. Rarendra's love statement made his heart throb. However, that is not his right, he cannot regulate the feelings of others, including if the love is directed at his own wife.

“I have to say what?” After a moment of silence, Bayu made a sound. “That you love is my wife. Then, how should I?”

Rarendra.

“Then, what is this statement for? Hit me back?” guess Bayu again.

“No.” The affirmation was spoken with conviction. Rarendra opened the drawer on his left side and took out a white envelope with slightly bulging contents. Carefully placed in the middle of the table, between himself and Bayu. “Take. It's the house key. One of my houses that was never occupied. Take your wife and child to take it. There is much more worthy than the house you occupy.” Slightly pushing, Rarendra shifted it closer to Bayu.

“While bribing me?” guess Bayu, without a doubt.

“No.” The answer was accompanied by a weak shaking head. “I have no reason to bribe you. It's just that I love Shanuella, want her to be happy. Either with you or any man.”

Bayu jerks. He thought Rarendra would use all means, it turns out the man gave up.

“I drop him. Take good care. Me ...” It felt hard for Rarendra, but he had to express it so that there would be no misunderstanding later on. “I don't know what happened to you and Shan-Shan. And, I don't want to know either.”

Lying, Rarendra tries to lie to himself and everyone. In fact, for these five years he had not once forgotten about Shanuella. Struggling hard to get rid of her feelings, the love hugs her until it's hard to breathe. When asked for pain, it feels like stabbing yourself. When he has to hate, God grows love in the wrong person.

“I ... don't know yet.” Bayu pushed the envelope away. “ Shan-Shan is entitled to answer, not me.”