My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 47'S

Unable to close her eyes last night, Shanuella decided to go into the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Original hair, wearing a blue apron, a woman who in the past never befriended the pot and fryer looked charming.

Daddy's departure left nothing behind, forcing Shanuella into a different person. The spoiled girl the commandeer mutated into an adult woman standing on her own two feet. Life teaches him how to survive in the midst of adversity.

“Non, already. Just mbok. Non take care of Lana only.” Mbok Sari was surprised to find Shanuella early in the morning already struggling in the kitchen. Not only that, the young woman also seemed busy with food that had been removed from the refrigerator.

“It's okay. Today Mbok please take care of Lana. I want to cook for Mas Bayu.”

The old woman with the shabby batik negligee looked jolted. She was the woman who had just given a shocking statement. For a moment, he caught the seriousness within Shanuella's speech. If the sentence is honest from the heart, of course Mbok Sari supports it once. 

“Bayu is a responsible man. Although maybe he is still far from the picture of your dream man.” Mbok Sari. “But, he dedicated his life to the Sunjaya family, Shan. For you, for your son, for Daddy. Though, he could choose to leave, pursuing his dream. Married the woman of his dreams, married a family. Loved and loved.”

Shanuella. The hand that was slicing the chives suddenly stopped. Hesitating and turning around.

“Mbok,” great-grandson slowly.

“The wood sacrificed for you, Shan. Open your heart, try to dig deeper into your feelings. She's not young anymore, but she's trying to be loyal to you and Lana. She's a boy, she's a husband, she ..” Mbok Sari was silent. “You will understand. The point is, your marriage is not a joke. Legal in the eyes of religion, God, and state law. Do not play with what God has brought together. Learn to be a good wife and mother, Shan.”

Shanuella. He saw the face of an old woman who kept many things in her life.

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Nearly an hour into the kitchen, Shanuella was able to smile with satisfaction to find a large plate of fried rice with an omelet and pickled cucumber. Hard work that may not be equivalent to the results. He knew the cooking ability he had been exposed to for the past five years had not improved.

Carrying a plate with fried rice, Shanuella walked very carefully. He did not want the result of his battle with smoke to end in vain if the plate was released from his hands. Laying carefully, the woman was surprised to find Bayu had already come out of the room in neat clothes and prepared to head to the dining room.

“Shan, are you cooking?” The masculine voice sounded heavy. Bayu asked while looking in admiration towards the middle of the table. A large ceramic plate appears on the table. The smoke billows, the delicious aroma tickles the stomach.

“Yes, Mas. Want to eat now?” 

Bayu stared in admiration towards the table. A few seconds later, the view shifted on the chef who had prepared breakfast. That morning, Shanuella looked stunning with an apron and original dyed hair. A few strands of rebellious-looking children descended from his bonds.

“Thank you for breakfast. I know this is a fight for you.” Bayu pulled the chair and dropped his ass there. Flipping the plate that had been lying face down, he was shocked when Shanuella had already approached and spooned the fried rice onto his recumbent plate.

“Already?” asked the woman after filling up with two rice cobs.