My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 37'S

“Bos.” Bayu handed her the phone of her boss who had just come out of the meeting room. 

Rarendra looked messy after hours of listening to his subordinates' explanations. Tired curls are seen from wrinkles on different sides of the face. Massaging the temples, the man struggled to eliminate fatigue as well as the series of numbers and characters that filled his brain.

“Someone called me?” The voice of the company leader sounded hoarse.

“Sejam ago, Mr. Ditya of Halim Group.” 

Forehead furrowed, Rarendra thought hard. “Did he leave a message for me?” 

Being relaxed, Rarendra's personal bodyguard replied swiftly. “Only says that a representative from his wife's office is heading to the location.”

Rarendra. He forgot that he had made an appointment with Ditya. Glancing at the circular clock on his wrist, the man turned his gaze to Bayu. 

“When did he contact me?” 

“About an hour ago, Bos.”

“Contact Nita, ask for my schedule after this. I will follow you there if there is no important schedule.” Without waiting for an answer, Rarendra walked hurriedly towards the room. He was racing with time, as soon as possible had to arrive at the location. It's impossible to make a representative of Halim Group wait. At least, should appreciate his friend who has helped a lot so far. 

Jemari carves the phone screen, Rarendra seems to focus on the flat screen. Before long, it appeared that he had placed the square device in his ear and contacted someone. Bayu half-run, tailing behind so as not to miss.

The connecting tone runs slowly, the phone is connected a few seconds later. A masculine voice greeted from across.

“To where? I've been calling you since.” Ditya took over the conversation.

“Sorry, I'm meeting. How?” Rarendra halted the move, focusing on his interlocutor.

“Begini, my wife's assistant has been heading to the location.”

“Siap. This is me following.”

“OK. If it's not Shanuella's fault. I don't really know my wife's people. It's your project coincidence. So help follow up.” Ditya.

“Shanuella?” Rarendra's voice suddenly weakened. There is a sense of restraint and can not be expressed. The name has its own meaning for him. Sweet and bad memories come together in a series of beautifully interwoven characters.

“Hmm.” Murmuring from across jerked the man who had suddenly dragged into the past. Just hearing the same name, his heart trembled back. Struggling to forget, even if sometimes to miss. Everything is still real, bright, like new. In fact, the smell of the body and the breath was still warm in the memory. 

“Bro, still there?” Ditya's voice was again heard and realized Rarendra would be a daydream that was not over.

“Ya, yes ...” Rarendra stammered “Siap, Boss. Thank you once a lot has been helped.” He chuckles softly. Hiding a wound that scratches the heart.

“I wait for the good news and the invitation. I know everything.” Ditya responded with a joke. Laughter is both simple. The casual chatter of two young entrepreneurs with different businesses was running warm. 

Bayu who came to hear was just glued to the spot. When his wife's name was included in the chat, his heart trembled. Either the same figure or happens to have a similar name. Still, the worry made his concentration break.

Calls are cut off, conversations don't go on. Rarendra turned around and looked confusedly at the dreamy assistant. 

“Bay,” said slowly while swinging his hands slowly in front of the beautiful face.

There was no reaction. His call simply vanished and forced Rarendra to repeat.

“Bay, are you okay?” The question implies concern. Together for the past few years, he had never seen the worried face of his assistant. 

“Eh .. sorry, Boss.” Bayu smiled bitterly.

“You have a problem?”

Bayu.

“If there is a problem, you can solve it first and ...”

“No, Boss. I'm doing fine. I went to Nita first to ask about your schedule. I'll call you later.”

Bayu melengos go. Not wanting to let his heart read by others, he struggled hard to hide many things. Not only on Rarendra, on Shanuella was the man behaved similarly.

Rarendra will just pocket his cell phone when someone calls. Reading the rows of letters intertwined into beautiful names, the man snorted in annoyance.

“What's up?” 

A feminine voice greeted from across. So spoiled and telling something. Rarendra's face turned flat, then interrupted the conversation by shouting Bayu who had walked several meters in front of him.