My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 42

“Blade.”

“Yes, I'm not Blade. I'm Rarendra Tan. Homeowners to be renovated.” Rarendra. “You remember?” 

“Rarendra?”

“Hmm.” The man nodded quickly.

“If nothing has been asked, I'm sorry. Regarding the cost, don't worry, I've paid the deposit.” Rarendra reiterated. Before turning around, he took the time to research the pale-decorated beautiful woman before him. They will probably meet up a lot after this. According to Nita, Shanuella is a representative of Halim Group who will handle the HVAC project in the house to be renovated.

Shanuella looked at the burly back of the man who was unwilling to claim to be the Blade disappearing behind the door. Honestly, he's shaken. Tears that he had been holding back from earlier suddenly scattered down along with the sound of the door of the room closed.

“There can be no such person in the world. I bet he's Blade.” Shanuella sobs great. “He must be Blade, not Rarendra. 

Having previously been shaken because of the childhood residence that holds memories, now no less great shocks are present afterwards. 

“Blade .. he Blade. Why would he take care of me? After a long time, he chose not to confess. He's Blade, my feeling is that he's Blade. Why did he leave in such a hurry? No desire to apologize to me after everything that happened?” 

Shanuella's cry became more and more. The shadow of the past comes with sadness. 

“After five years passed, he came and went again. In fact, I haven't had time to tell her about Lana.” Shanuella. “Why is he so? Shouldn't I be angry? Shouldn't I hate it? Then, why is he acting as if he doesn't know me?” Shanuella's cry turned into a roar of sadness. Spilled out all the feelings that were now squeezing in his chest through tears.

If Shanuella was shaken alone in the room, Rarendra was hit and chose to lean on the door of the room outside. Squeezing his aching chest, he was unable to recognize his current feelings.

Misspend? The love? Or hate? Rarendra is not clear with his feelings now. There was pain on the deepest side of his heart. It felt squeezed as she recalled Shanuella's face after five years apart.

“She is still as beautiful as ever, still as sweet as she used to be.”

However, there was a wound behind the bead that was as black as soot. Those tears were enough to tell her that Shanuella had not been okay all this time. 

“Why is my heart not calm after seeing it? Why did I feel bad after talking to him? Why am I not happy after making sure that he is really hurt. What's wrong with me?” Rarendra banged his head against the door and closed his eyes.

Simultaneously, Bayu emerged from the end of the corridor and stood right in front of his superior.

Rarendra opened his eyes. He found Bayu standing right in front of him with a hopeful face.

“Please.” Rarendra nodded slowly. “I want to go home now too. Please, take care of the administration. As much as possible .. I don't want to get involved with him. He is my enemy in the past and the future. Make sure, I don't meet him after this.” 

“Bos?” Bayu. “Not it .. during this time the Boss himself often asked about Shan ...”

“I just asked. It means nothing. Make sure we don't have to meet again after today and beyond. I ... hate it.” Rarendra bit his lip and closed his eyes as he declared that.

“Good, Boss. I'll make sure of it. Just relax.”

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The time has shown at 18.30 pm when Bayu entered the treatment room occupied by Shanuella. From where he stood, the man could see a hue of sadness in the beautiful face of the wife.

“Shan, what happened?” Bayu still pretends not to know anything.

“I ... I fainted on location, Mas. Shanuella sat on the bed. Eyes reddened, the pretty face was puffy from crying too much.

“What's all okay?” Bayu dropped his ass on the lip of the bed so that he used to be more free to talk with his wife.

Just as the man was solidifying his sitting position, two hands suddenly hugged his waist and splashed down on his field chest. Before long, there was a sobbing sound, followed by a petite body that shook.

“Shan, why?” Bayu clutched his wife with a feeling.

“Mas .. I met him. Why .... is he still as bad as he used to be?” isak Shanuella in her husband's warm embrace. “She ... she .. pretended not to recognize me, Mas. But, I'm sure it's him, Mas.”

Shanuella's cry became more and more. The wail became a roar, and screamed hysterically.

“I hate him, but he gave me Lana. The little girl who will forever keep us tied up. What if he knows about Lana ...”

“Lana my daughter and you my wife. He has no right to anything. I am entitled to you. Let it go, she won't dare to touch you and Lana. Let it go, Shan. I'll keep you guys from him. Trust in your husband, Bayu Lesmana.” Hugging Shanuella tightly, Bayu still had time to gently rub his wife's back.