My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 23

Five years passed.

“Open his mouth, His.” Bayu is maturing. At the age of four heads, the man is still as brave as ever. The good looks of an adult male are evident from his body language and attitude.

The dining room in a simple rented house is always crowded every morning. The center of cheerfulness was a four-year-old little girl who was always chattering tirelessly. His distinctive way of speaking with an adorable lisp made everyone's laughter break

“Papa, Yanya nyang.” Toddler named Kelana Sunshine or commonly called Lana was rubbing the stomach with her tiny palm. “Enyang, Papa,” firmly again.

From the direction of the kitchen, Mbok Sari appeared with a lunch box that was filled with fresh bread with spread of butter and sugar. Put on the table, accompany the egg fried rice that became their small family breakfast.

“Spend, New. Mama will be angry. Want to get Mama mad?” threatening Bayu with eyes pierced sharply then chuckled when he realized Lana was not afraid of him.

The old woman with the billowing gray hair laughed as well. The removal of the head of the grandson who has always been the center of happiness in their modest home.

“Spend, New. Mom will be out of the room and ...” The sentence Mbok Sari unresolved, from the direction of the middle room there was a knock on the heels that made the dining room area quiet in an instant. Sounds regular and intimidating.

“Mama, New. Let's spend. Later ....”

“Still not finished, His?” Shanuella appeared without laughter. The woman looks beautiful with a box shirt and black pants. Backpacks hang on the left shoulder, a map looks resigned in the hand.

Lana who is slurred and can not call her name perfectly it finally makes everyone agree to say hello in the same way.

“Yanya, will Ma,” said Lana, hurriedly open her mouth wide. His eyes until glared provoking laughter Bayu and Mbok Sri.

“Spend, New. Cannot throw food. It was bought with money. Money is hard to find.” Shanuella. Pulling up a chair and slashing her ass next to Lana, she joined in for breakfast before heading to the office.

Lana did not respond. More precisely the girl in a blue uniform who had sat on the bench of kindergarten did not understand the speech of her mother.

“Mbok, later pick up Lana at ten, yes.” Shanuella. Take out a shabby black wallet from inside his bag, then pull two pieces of red banknotes from inside. “Mbok, this is to pay SPP Lana, the rest make Mbok handle. Today I come home tonight, drop off Lana.” A directed look at Bayu. The man was also looking at him without a sound.

“What time is it? I pick you up?” Bayu. Five years is not a short time. Living together under one roof, the personal bodyguard of the late Hartanto Sunjaya was transformed into the head of the family.

“I'm home alone, Mas.”

The call is now attached to Bayu. Shanuella began to learn to accept the situation even though a small heart could not be completely sincere. Many things that until now hang and need answers. The departure of Blade and the death of the daddy is still a mystery.

The sadness is still visible from clear eyes that often water, wet traces in the soul. Shanuella can still vividly remember the days where pain ravaged hearts, testing self-strength. He is required to be firm, not cry and continue his dream.