My Beloved Bodyguard's
The Extra Chapter 7
“Mas.”
Shanuella's attention turned to the adult man who was standing gallantly with both hands tucked in his pants pocket. Light blue shirts paired with black subordinates add to the good looks of the adult man.
“Mas.”
Tears that had subsided broke back when the views of the former married couple clashed. Shanuella's feet moved forward, approaching the man with the shady gaze. Silent twilight, breezy wind cradled the shahdu.
“Why cry?” Bayu singled out a soothing smile to the heart. Stifled, his pair of eyes were fixed on Rarendra who was standing frozen, not too far away.
“Mas.” Just a word that was repeated. Shanuella had not been able to divide the tightness that filled the space on her chest. It hurts too much every time you remember the past that comes to see.
“Where is Lana? Why not be with you?” Bayu diverted the question, unwilling until Shanuella struggled with the wound that returned gaping. She witnessed how the teenager was forced to mature due to circumstances. Climbing each test ladder at a very young age. Tears, wounds, and despair become loyal friends.
The head shook, Shanuella's long hair swayed slowly.
“She must be sad to see her mother tear up.” Mayu reminds me in a simple way. Both hands clenched behind the pockets of her pants.
Not wanting to exceed her limits, she appreciates the presence of Rarendra who is none other than Shanuella's future husband. He knew the pain of seeing a woman he loved in the presence of another man, and did not want any other man to feel the same pain.
Making sobs in response, Shanuella stared fixedly at the man who had been a crutch. Bayu is not just an ex-husband. But, more than that. The man became a pedestal, a grip, and a place to shelter when helpless and give in to the trials of life.
“Shan, I'm in the car. Pity Lana if it's too long left.” Rarendra took a step forward and opened his voice.
The one being talked to remained unmoved.
“I pamit. Lana's with me. You can pick her up at my apartment with Bayu.”
Not getting an answer, Rarendra rushed to the car. Could not be too long to be the third person from the encounter Bayu and Shanuella. He knows himself enough. The wound that had been incised was still wet. Although jealousy ravaged his soul, he tried to be mature.
The sound of the roar of the car roared slowly along with the movement of the iron carriage away. Bayu turned his head, the view followed the departure of Rarendra which holds a million regrets.
“Why else?” Bayu asked while stepping forward. A smile could not be separated from his lips, continued to be etched sweet and soothing.
Shanuella voiced her pain through tears. The heart is too sick every remembering the lies for the sake of the lies displayed by her future husband.
“I don't want to get married.” A piece of sentence came out from Shanuella's thin lips at a distance and Bayu was no more than a footstep away.
Chuckling, Bayu tilted his face and stared fixedly at the nestapa walled woman who was wiping tears.
“Talk to your daughter. One of the reasons you accepted Rarendra for her, not for me.” Bayu grabbed Shanuella's hand and grasped the friendly. He led the young woman to follow his steps.
“Where are we going, Mas?”
“To the tear-jumping spot. Who knows, someone might pay dearly. I can get rich suddenly. The more you cry, the more I benefit.” Bayu is not smiling. The joking speech was uttered in a serious tone.
“Mas ...” Shanuella.
“Where is it hurt? Divorced me or betrayed Rarendra?” Bayu opens the car door and lets Shanuella inside.
Again Shanuella pouted. Sitting in the passenger seat, hands fold on the chest and put on a wry sour look.
Bayu chuckled softly, then closed the car door. Running around the vehicle, he hurriedly walked into the next door and sat behind the wheel.
“Your question is not funny, Mas.”
“Somebody said I was being funny?” Bayu is not too pushy, busy putting a seat belt on his body. “I just asked, which pain?” The man gripped tightly at the steering wheel, then looked straight ahead.
“No relationship. So it can't be compared.” Shanuella answered briefly.
“I changed the question. Better get divorced with me or Rarendra have an affair?” Bayu smiled bitterly.
“Mas!” The young lady began to get annoyed as she was invited around in circles with similar questions.
“More easily part with me, ‘kan? Evidently, now you and Lana are fine. But, if Kathy and Rarendra ..”
“MAS!” Shanuella out of control.
Shanuella.
“If it is love why not admit it?”
The woman's head was down.
“If you love him, try to grow your trust back. The relationship won't work if you suspect it.”
“He betrayed me.” Shanuella.
“Yes, as Kathy wanted. He wants you to think that way and you follow his will. Congratulations, I have to send a flower arrangement to Kathy. She's so smart to get you caught in her trap.”
“Mas.” Shanuella turned her head and looked at Bayu who was putting on a flat look.
“He's crazy about your future husband. It's fact. If until today you are the one who will marry Rarendra, that is also the reality. It's your victory, then why desecrate it just because it's a real person like Kathy?”
“Mas knows him?”
“Sure. The woman who tried to get close to Rarendra had to pass me.”
“Then?” Shanuella found out.
“Then what? If Rarendra wants it, there's no way to propose to you, ‘kan? He's a free man. Rich, well-established, handsome, no shortage. He can even get a woman who is ten times more than you. Want girl or virgin.” Bayu. “You think ... why did he finally choose to propose to my boyfriend?”
“Lana?”
“She loves you. Long time ago. Since still your bodyguard.”
“Why would he hurt me if he loved me?”
“He didn't kill you should have thanked you, Madam. Just position yourself once to be him. You find the person you love leaving in an unnatural state. Someone has to take responsibility and that person walks free. Can you accept?”
Shanuella.
“Not only you are the victim, Rarendra also sacrificed feelings. You think it's easy to fall in love with someone you should hate?”
The beautiful woman was silent.
“I'm sure he's sick too. It's just that Rarendra can't control his feelings. We can't choose where our hearts go. So too with him. If she could, she would probably choose Kathy over you.”
Shanuella.
“Not accept, ‘kan?” Bayu turned his head to the side, looking at Shanuella who was moping around. “Because you love him.”
“Why am I discussing this now? Last ...”
“I started believing him after years of suspecting him, Shan. Already, don't discuss this anymore. I guarantee that Rarendra and Kathy have nothing to do.”
Shanuella pursed her lips.
“Tak believe him, certainly believe me, ‘kan?”
Silence is created, Shanuella digests all Bayu's speech. In the midst of the increasingly dim twilight, the adult man's cell phone rang.
Ripping into her pants pocket with some difficulty, Bayu looked at her flashing phone screen. “Harry? Why did he call me?”
Putting the phone in her ear, not the friendly greeting she heard. Dahi Bayu furrowed at the cries of anger that were not aimed at him.
“EDEL, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? DON'T TELL ME YOU WANT TO GO TO THE DISCOTHEQUE AGAIN. I BREAK YOUR LEGS WHEN I GET HOME IN THE MORNING AND GET DRUNK!”
As if dissatisfied nagging, a thunderous voice sounded and forced Bayu to keep the flat object away from his ear.
“Edel! Don't let me lose your name from the heir!”