My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 29

A house that has a full story, leaving many memories. Especially when stepping in and standing in the middle of the room with the remnants of luxury clearly visible. The padded bed stands gallantly with golden carvings on the head.

Glass cabinets lined up neatly. In the past, various branded bags were neatly stored in it. It is now uninhabited. Just like the original owner who has disappeared and does not know where the jungle.

‘I'm sorry.”  A piece of sentence spoken in a tone full of sadness. Rarendra seemed to rub the corner of his eyes that suddenly wet. 

The regret he had been harboring all this time was himself. He did not have the courage to repeat what he had gone through in the past.

“I know that I'm evil. I know I'm cruel. But, do you know .. what you did in the past is also no less cruel. Life ... It's a matter of life. I don't even have the guts to finish you off, but a heartless girl like you has the guts to take innocent lives.

Rarendra's body squeezed, falling on the dusty and cold floor. He remembered how his dark story began. It all started with his fiancee who had to take her life at the hands of a heartless little girl. He was only 17 years old, but he was labeled a life-extracting angel. There were some points that finally made the grudge meet in his heart.

Her fiance knows nothing. Already running on the edge, but being struck by a high-speed driven car and zig zag. What makes the grudge increasingly become, the fact on the ground after the police examination is that the victim was left lying just like that, the perpetrator fled. His lover was considered like an animal. There is no regret and worse not getting punished.

Let alone humans, when breaking animals on the highway there is a rule, there is something to be guarded. Especially human life. If the perpetrator did not escape, his lover may still be helped. There were many disappointments that eventually led him to choose to seek justice on his own. 

Bended legs, head down. Rarendra shed tears when the justice that the lover should get is only wishful thinking.

“That's quiet there, dear,” whispered Rarendra quietly.

...♟️♟️♟️...

The moon hid behind the clouds when Bayu returned to his residence. The dark night was thick, the man's footsteps faltered. Tearing his leather jacket, he entered the house with a spare key that he always carried everywhere.

Body tired all day work, the stomach that had been filled with sudden rumbling again after taking the streets of the capital that is not at peace with its citizens. Severe traffic jams on one of the roads make the travel time two to three times longer. 

Upon arriving at the living room, a glimmer of light from the direction of the kitchen provoked astonishment. Forehead Bayu wrinkled. Intentions the heart wants to immediately throw the body in bed, but undo it. Intrigued tickle, the foot stepped towards the light.

The lips of Bayu split sweetly. A grin was present on his tired face. From the door, he could see the back of someone who was busy in front of the stove. Who her?