My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 33

Shanuella doesn't talk much anymore. In the rest of the night, he chose to close his eyes and submerge himself in the fabric of the past story that was like a tangled thread. Starting from Mommy's illness, Daddy's death followed by bankruptcy. Blade fleshes out the past with a betrayal. He did not know what was wrong, did not understand where the sin was so deserving of being treated like garbage.

After taking away his honor, the man disappeared for good. All access to Blade was closed, he could not find the existence of the male loser who had planted a seed in his womb. The figure that does not deserve to be called a father by Lana is as if lost in time.

Late with a fret that lingered in her subconscious, Shanuella awoke as the dawn of the morning torment reverberated. As usual, she had to prepare in advance so that Lana would not be late for school. Her life had changed a lot, no longer like a young lady who was left with orders. Everything has to be done by itself. From preparing personal things for her and the princess.

“Im sorry Mom, Darling.” Shanuella whispered as her gaze unintentionally clashed against the figure lying in the middle of the bed with the condition of the head injured. Pointing out his intention, he sat down to his little daughter who was holding Bayu in her sleep.

Suddenly, I remembered what he said last night. Unworthy words a mother would say to her daughter. As bad as the past, children do not deserve to be blamed even though they are born from sin and a mistake.

“Im sorry Mom, Son. Sorry.”

When that consciousness is present, the logic goes straight. Shanuella regretted what had been said about the princess. Slightly bowing, the woman peeked at her daughter's cheek and shed tears.

Sometimes the heart and lips are not in line. Not infrequently, thoughts and feelings contradict. Shanuella sobbed softly, stroking the smooth cheeks of Lana who was sound asleep. Enjoying the guilt, suddenly a masculine voice interjected.

“Me and Yanya have forgiven you Mama.” Bayu whispered. Her tone sounded adorable, like Lana's typical style when speaking. Clutching his daughter, the adult man's gaze was fixed on Shanuella.

“Mas.”

Bayu's speech hit the heart niche. The guilt that had stopped, now more felt. Shanuella's eyes suddenly layered in a clear liquid. He regretted having spoken hurtful words. Not only in the baby, but also in the baby.

“I'm sorry, Mas.” Shanuella sat cross-legged on the bed and bowed.

“You were hugged too?” fresh Bayu, soft.

“If need a hug and warmth, I don't mind.” The man chuckled softly. Declaring a hug at the princess, she patted her chest softly. “Come, if you need a shoulder to share, I'm ready.”

Shanuella's crying became more and more. He's pecking on the spot. The body trembled with the roar of tears that kept coming down the cheeks.

“Okay, why cry more? Your voice can disturb my daughter's sleep.” Bayu. Pasting her index finger on her lips, she hurriedly got up and got off the bed. At the end Shanuella who continued to shed tears and was held tightly after throwing his buttocks on the edge of the bed.

“I ... I .. hate it.”

“Hating her doesn't mean having to hate your daughter.” Bayu whispered in the arms. Let Shanuella crumple on the shoulder, enjoying the comfort of her body.

“Ya, but Lana is there for it.”

“Lana exists because it's God's destiny. Not him, not you, or anyone else. But, God wants Lana to be in this world and be your daughter.”

“But, still in his daughter Blade.”

“The problem is that she is also your daughter. Then, you want to hate him for that?” cerocos Bayu's. The same question has been around for the past five years and he will never tire of repeating the same answer.

“But he was born of sin. Born of error, born of ...”

“Not that means he has no right to live, right?” todong Bayu's. “Remember, I offered you when Lana was a red baby. You defend it, not me or Mbok Sari. You want him to stay here. I gave you freedom of choice. Defend or dispose of it?”