My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 30

Beautiful women are waiting for the water in the stove to boil and ready to boil instant noodles that have been opened packaging on the kitchen table.

An idea flashed, Bayu rolled his shirt hands up to the elbows. Then tread carefully so as not to make a sound. The plan, he'll make a surprise. Just when the distance was a step away, the man who had already extended a hand and was planning to clench it turned around. Spontaneously, he reached and clasped Shanuella who was screaming in shock.

“Aaaah.”

Shanuella's scream vanished as her mouth was silenced.

“Sstt, you woke up my daughter.” Bayu still smothered his opponent's lips. “What are you cooking?”

Shanuella did not answer. Eyes widened as if to bulge out. Breath snuffling. In the rest of his struggle that was almost out of oxygen, he hit Bayu's shoulder tightly.

Bugh.

Bugh.

The two blows were able to make his mouth free and the world went back to normal. Shanuella regulated her breathing before making a sound.

“Almost I'm out of breath. Mas, why surprise me. Not being able to say hello first.” The woman protested.

“What are you cooking?” Bayu turned his attention to the pot with noodles already swimming in it. Some are already inflated, the rest are still worth consuming.

“I cook mi, Mas. But, this is over. Just take a look ... mi is going wide.” Shanuella. Standing face to face, the bodies of the two intertwined through Bayu's hands that hugged Shanuella's waist involuntarily. In fact, when their chat had changed the topic, still the man was reluctant to take off.

“Mas, I'll just. Are you not tired?” Shanuella hastily restrained Bayu's hand movements that were about to take over her job. He was taken back from the man's hand, then turned back to him.

“Mas want noodles or fried? Want to wear eggs ceplok or ...”

Shanuella's sentence is unresolved. It froze when Bayu grabbed it. There was no doubt, the two hands of the man locked onto his body tightly. The story of the employer's daughter and the guard of trust is now limited to the former word. Collapsed, all the walls were broken.

“Anything. I'm hungry, but more need your body to support my tired.”

Shanuella.

“How's Lana? Is she okay?” Bayu again asked while laying his head on Shanuella's shoulder.

Late at night, silence began to envelop. The sound of night singing faintly rang out from outside the house. Shanuella was still sculpting on the spot, enjoying Bayu's embrace while counting her own heart rate. Nervousness came, fear came. If the man wearing the ring on his ring finger asked for more, what could he do.

Quitting? Sure oes. Whatever the reason, he had no right to dodge let alone refuse. Biting her lips, Shanuella held her breath. Behind his back, there was a man who had full rights over him.

“Shan, if one day you meet again with Blade ...” Bayu tried to throw a question that had occupied his mind all this time. “What will you do?”

Lips tightly clenched, the body froze in place. Shanuella was stupefied, a look of laughter. Honestly, that woman had already thrown away all the possibilities associated with Blade. In fact, he has refused to discuss it with anyone since deciding to close the book.

“Decorate me?” Bayu grabs Shanuella's hand and plays the taut fingers without it. The focus is on the ring finger that has been decorated with a simple white gold ring for the last five years.