My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 115

“That night he wasn't drunk. Shan-Shan just lost control of his car. It's wrong, he was driving when he wasn't quite at the helm. Teen delinquency in general.” Bayu explained without being asked. 

“Whatever it is, he remains wrong. The one who was hit was a living human, not an animal. If animals had empathy. It's life, it's not that easy to wash your hands. If the court of the world does not apply, the court of God will speak.” 

Rarendra knocked on the glass table. Sitting slightly tilted, his gaze glared at Bayu across.

“He also never lived a quiet life. Believe this. The guilt is still there. Because he knows, your lover died in his hands.” Bayu smiled bitterly. “In fact, will increase when it finds out it is not one life, but three.”

Rarendra stared in silence.

“I know Shan-Shan.” Bayu whispered softly and stood up.

Knowing Shanuella since she was young, she knew how naughty the responsible teenager who was looking for her identity, Unfortunately, she knew, when the boss sends one of his own and several fellow bodyguards to guard the beloved princess, Rarendra is in Blade's chosen identity. Of jealousy? For sure. Envy? Moreover. He who had secretly harbored the feeling for many years was like being slapped when he learned of the closeness of the employer's daughter and the personal bodyguard.

Rarendra observed the envelope that Bayu did not even want to touch. Still in the middle of the table, waiting to be touched.

“If nothing is discussed, excuse me, boss. I think everything is clear, there is no misunderstanding or debate.”

Head half down. Rarendra raised his gaze,

“Consider. It's for your own good and your family's sake. Because you're my best friend, not someone else. Because I can't see him suffering in front of me. If I could choose, I might choose not to meet for life, so I could harbor my feelings and carry them to death. But God made our way different. Love does not have to have and force, love is not to hurt. Unfortunately, I was absorbed in it while my race was still mingling with vengeance. I only recognized that feeling when half of my grudge was avenged. When I couldn't shoot a bullet at him, I realized.”

Deg.

Bayu who meant to get out, flinched.

“I've been trying to deny it for five years. Our recent meetings have increasingly shown how much love is real. What I've been denying all along is wrong. Unfortunately she is married, otherwise..maybe I will think to pursue her again.”

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The night is getting late, the more concentrated embrace. A man was staring at the half moon in the sky. No stars to accompany, covered in black clouds. A cigarette tucked in between the fingers, accompanying the turn of the day on the porch of the house. Smoke billows in the air between heavy breaths. Bayu cannot sleep, Rarendra's words haunt him. He was at the point of regret and wanted to back off.

“Why not sleeping? It's midnight?” Mbok Sari's voice suddenly sounded breaking the silence.

Bayu flinched, turned to the door and found the old woman clenching her sleeping pajamas.

“Mbok, why are you here. Get inside. Here cold.”

“Mbok should ask you. What was? Why have you changed lately? Did something happen?” 

The man put out the cigarette in his remaining half hand and threw it into the ashtray with the other butts.

“Mbok sees everything even if it chooses silence. What happened to you and Shan-Shan?”

“Nothing, Mbok.” Bayu shifts the seat and divides the long chair Mbok Sari.

“You fought?” The old woman walked closer. Seemed shivering as his vulnerable body was hit by a bone-chilling sweep of the night wind.

“No.” Briefly, that answer sounded flat.

“Then?”