My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 48'S

Bayu. Shanuella is still faithful waiting for an answer. There was something different from a beautiful woman who looked charming with an apron on the body.

“Mas?”

“Hah!” Stunned, for a moment he forgot about the world. Dragged on Shanuella's charms were different from usual.

“Mas, is it enough or still want to add?”

“Enough Shan. Thank you,” he continued, grabbing a spoon and fork, occasionally glancing towards his wife with a pinched smile.

The first mouthful of curious fishing. Shanuella waited for her husband's response after tasting his fried rice. A minute passed, Bayu did not react. The man enjoyed without much noise.

“How, Mas? Does it feel right?” shanuella asked, curious.

Bayu chewed and turned his head towards the wife who looked tense. Putting on a flat expression, really hard to guess.

“Mas?”

Remove the spoon and fork, then drop the cutlery on the side of the plate. Bayu seemed to rewind his chair to the back, then change the position of sitting facing Shanuella with his legs widened. Without further ado, he held the wrist of the wife waiting for an answer since then.

“You answer what?” asked Bayu, pulling his wife to sit on the left lap. He was fishing for the screams of the woman.

“MAS!” pekik Shanuella was restrained while being led to sit on Bayu's lap.

“Sstt. Don't be noisy.” The two arms of the man locked onto his wife's tiny body, not letting it move away. “It feels amazing, Shan. This is the best fried rice I've tasted so far.” While dropping his chin on Shanuella's shoulder, occasionally peeling there.

The friendly attitude that made Shanuella stay in place and unable to speak. Tongue, body frozen stiff. In fact, the woman wearing the blue apron shriveled. Before long, the deck unraveled. Sitting quietly on Bayu's left thigh and stalking the movements of men who did not allow him to move from his lap.

“Loh, Mas does not work?” The woman nodded.

“Bos is having business early in the morning. I was asked to come a little afternoon.”

Shanuella nodded. Inaudibly asked, only a breath and a gulping sound in an awkward moment struck. Want to rise from his seat and escape from the deckapan, but the courage is still limited to discourse. Amidst the stiff atmosphere, the clattering of small steps followed by the screams of Lana made the married couple turn towards the sound compactly.

“Mama.” The little girl's voice was floating. Highlight eyes firmly focused on the two elderly who looked friendly that morning.

“Minggil, Yanya want to sit.” Expelling Shanuella to get away from the lap of Bayu he himself who finally occupied the place previously occupied by the mother.

“Yes, can't do that, son. Request the correct to Mama.” Bayu reminded when his lap had changed passengers.

“No.” Lana replied firmly with her hands folded on her chest. Head shaking, eyes gruesome.

Bayu chuckled, as did Shanuella. The two stared at each other for a moment and fell silent awkwardly.

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A jet black sedan is parked in one corner of the company court owned by Halim Group. Rarendra felt the need to discuss the renovation project with his wife Ditya.

“This is the best. I don't want to see him every time. We are the past, forever will only be memories, not reality.” Rarendra.

The reunion with Shanuella disturbs her life. If he could, he wanted to pluck all those memories out of his memory. He was tortured, not happy.