My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 117

“Love can not choose, but it should not force. If he doesn't love you, that's his right. You can't blame. Just as your heart is selfish, it can also be selfish. Mbok can't say much, fight for what can be fought for, but, don't force what can't be yours. If you can survive in a household like this, survive. If you can't, let go. Sometimes, you have to talk. So open and express the contents of each heart. Remember, there's Lana. The girl who was most injured.”

Bayu bowed silently.

“God never intentionally created a problem. There must be wisdom behind all this. Everyone has a reason, to step up and behave.”

“Yes, Mbok.”

“Sleep. It's already night. Tomorrow should work, ‘kan?” 

Mbok Sari had just stood up as the baby hugged her waist and shed tears without tears. The decision of a child who needs the support of a mother is so obvious.

“He asked me to occupy one of his houses. Bring my son and wife live there.” Bayu spilled what had been the fruit of his mind. He was confused, refused or accepted. His position was difficult, he was afraid that Shanuella would be disappointed with the decision taken.

“Mbok can't decide. Talk to Shan-Shan. You are married, the decision must be together. Don't get into trouble later on with things like this. Good to talk about both.”

“Ya, Mbok,” said Bayu, calm down. Decompose the crib and release the old woman whom he had considered the mother into.

Born an orphan, he lost his parents as a child. Living with her elderly grandmother.  At the age of eleven, the blow came when the pedestal came home. Bayu must follow people, slamming for the sake of being able to live and school. Finishing high school with a stumble, he was happy when he got the opportunity with Hartanto Sunjaya.

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The beautiful groove not only cradled into sleep, Shanuella piqued and took off her embrace. Turning around, he changed positions facing the outer side of the bed. At first, he didn't feel anything strange. However, when consciousness sank, a warm gust hit the face. 

Slowly, the eyelids blink. Consciousness is dragged home, pieces of memory collect. When all was bright, Shanuella was surprised to find Bayu already in sight. The man sat on the floor, his face on the lip of the bed. So close that it is almost no distance.

“Mas, are you here?” shanuella asked in a hoarse voice. Drowsiness twitched, he forced his body to wake up immediately.

The two corners of the male's lips are pulled upwards. Warm and soothing, accompany welcome morning that is soon to come.

“I can't sleep.” Bayu made a soft voice, glancing towards Lana at a glance. He didn't want to wake his little girl.

“There is a problem?” Shanuella frowned in surprise. Bayu is not used to behaving like this. He patted the side of the empty bed, asking Bayu to sit on top. “Talk here.”

Without protest, the man followed all the orders. Spotlight focused on Shenuella, not switching at all. Slowly dropping his ass on the lip of the bed, he turned his back on the wife Not wanting to get restless that felt until read. The body curves forward, the fingers squeezing each other. Nervous struck, expelling the confusion that had been rampant in his mind since.

“Why, Mas?” Shanuella looked at the man who was behind her.

“Have you ever regretted marrying me?” 

Silent.