My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 67'S

“Wood?” 

Shanuella's two hands squeezed together on the table, gaze fixed on the glass vase with two red rose stalks tucked inside. For some reason, the woman's feelings suddenly became unsettled. 

“Bay Lesmana.” Shanuella's breath was much heavier than before. There was a blob of tanya who was stifling and needed answers. He could not sit still, his thoughts fighting in his brain, hooking each other.

“What is He Bayu? Why did my suspicions lead there?” Since deciding on a call with Rarendra, his lips were prying. Frown, empty view.

Blade my bodyguard, Mas Bayu Daddy's bodyguard. They live behind the main house. Must know each other, at least say hello must have dong.

Back there was a heavy breath and gusts from the tip of Shanuella's lips.

“Not to mention that Rarendra. It should be, Mas Bayu also know Rarendra. He ‘kan cooperate with Daddy company, must have met before. If these two people are the same figure, Mas Bayu should know clearly. Is he not surprised to see Blade and Rarendra. It's not a cleaved nut anymore, but cloned.” 

Shanuella laughed, her lips pursed. Every now and then, his eyes seemed to be rolling around. That afternoon, the atmosphere of the restaurant was quite quiet. This exclusive place is certainly not intended for ordinary workers. The visitors are countless fingers appear to appear with expensive and prestigious makeup.

“I don't want to get dizzy, I trust my life to God alone. Man is the source of trouble, God is the owner of all the ways out.”  Shanuella tried to pummel the fret and focus on her initial goal. “How long was it?” 

Shanuella's clear eyes swept across the entire restaurant that was not too wide, but rather comfortable. The closed room that is designed luxury can spoil the eye with its interior.

In the midst of waiting, the sound of footsteps disturbed the attention. Turning around to make sure, Shanuella found Rarendra waving a greeting hand as he walked over. The two corners of the man's lips were pulled upwards, curving like a perfect crescent moon.

“It's okay, Sir.” 

“Why not order food? What message do you want?” Rarendra silently observed Shanuella's sighting that shook his heart again.

“Anything, Sir.” 

Putting on a serious face, Shanuella did focus on the purpose of their meeting which was to discuss work, not lunch together. There was not the slightest intention of opening the menu book available on the table.

Lambaian Rarendra hand calling the waiter had stolen the attention, Shanuella riveted. The handsome figure in front was so familiar, all of his gestures were reminiscent of a loser man who only dared to seed, but did not have the guts.

“I ordered, yes?” bargain Rarendra, roll up his sleeves while staring at the menu book. “Ayam fried hot,” continued the man on the waiter next to him.

The young man in black with an apron wrote the order. 

“Allet alone, Sir?” The pen is still tucked in between the index and middle fingers, ready to cut on the white paper.

Rarendra raised his gaze, looking at Shanuella while giving a smile. Admiration is present in her silence, enjoying a much more mature, beautiful, and near-perfect look for a woman.

How could I have wasted it? She is a sweet and attractive girl. Luckily my consciousness was present at the last moment. Otherwise, Shanuella will be finished at the end of my weapon.