My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 31
Shanuella. Sculpting in a Bayu deck. The question that came out of the man's lips was like a nightmare he had never imagined. Since deciding to forget everything, Blade is just a painful story from the past that is not over.
“I ...”
Shanuella's tongue was suddenly confused, his head bowed to look at him who was now locked in Bayu's arms. The kind man who has dedicated his life to her and Kelana the last five years. Together with Mbok Sari, the personal bodyguard and home assistant were transformed into part of the family.
“Mas, shower first. I made mi.”
Not an answer, not an agreement or a rebuttal. Shanuella decided to switch the conversation in order not to give an answer. He himself cannot decide now. Just as his life was complicated, the heart was no less chaotic at this moment. He just wanted to live a quiet life in his future, without the frills of the past accompanying him.
Falling in love at such a young age, Shanuella was wrong to tether her heart. The first love that should be a good memory, but a disaster for him. He fell into the wrong hands. The man who until now is not clear of his existence, not clear motive to approach him.
Of love? I'll never trust anyone. Enough has been fooled.
How love destroys everything. Because of that feeling, he had to lose everything, including Daddy. Shanuella still thinks the heart attack suffered by the late Hartanto Sunjaya because of the video of him and Blade on the bed.
“I clean-up first.”
The heavy sound broke the silence of the night as well as Shanuella's daydream. Decks slowly decomposed, followed by the sound of footsteps walking away. Bayu knows himself enough, from the beginning he was never considered. In fact, the offer to be a husband in order to be able to take care of a beautiful woman and her baby is not easy. With Mbok Sari, he had to fight hard to melt the heart of his employer's daughter to get approval.
“Ya, Mas.” Shanuella's voice floated slowly.
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Two bowls of instant noodles have been served warm. The smoke puff along with the aroma that came out was tempting. Not to mention the look that looks delicious to make worms in the stomach rebel.
Shanuella had already sat down first, eating her noodles without waiting for Bayu. Right at the fifth bribe, the sound of footsteps approaching sounded slow, then followed by the presence of an adult man who looked much fresher after cleaning himself.
“Hmm.” Bayu pulled the bowl closer and clamped the melamine chopsticks between his fingers. The man looked solemn, enjoying the warm dish in front of him while occasionally glancing towards Shanuella.
Five years on, the feeling has not grown. If love is too heavy to dock, she hopes to foster comfort in the heart of the sad-eyed woman. Slowly, Bayu gets caught up in a situation he created himself. At the beginning, I was hoping to help a little. Lighten the load that builds up on the shoulders, demanding the uncertain Shanuella.
It turns out, over time, the man got lost by the taste that messed up the heart. Simple expectations are overrated. He wanted Shanuella to have the same taste, which dragged him astray.
I love you, Shan.
Enjoying instant noodles in the middle of the night, the two did not talk much. Until finally, Shanuella who first emptied the bowl stood up after sipping a glass of water to the toilet.
“Mas, tonight sleep in the room. Lana keeps looking for you.” Before he could really move on, Shanuella still had a chance to talk.
“She's fussy?” Bayu raised a glance, then hurriedly stared at the bowl of noodles back after seeing the look of the eyes of his interlocutor was unfriendly.
“Not really. It's just that waking up crying looking for you, Mas.” Shanuella.
“Ya, already. Finish eating me there. Good night.”
The words coming out of Shanuella's lips sounded light. Sometimes Bayu could not hear it because the answer was so slow. Smile etched on the lips, the man laughed at himself.
If you don't want to be hurt, don't ever fall in love.
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