My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 71

“Mas Bayu?” 

Shanuella flinched, her shoulders tiptoed spontaneously. The view that was fixed on the bouquet of flowers, now locked on a beautiful figure with a charming smile.

“Mas, how can I get here?” Shanuella could hardly believe what she saw. Blinking repeatedly, he made sure what his eyes caught did not just disappear.

“I'm really there, Shan.” Bayu chuckled, squeezing Shanuella's shoulder gently. As mature as to what is now the woman who is married, still the indulgence is still left behind even though it only appears occasionally in a split second duration. The adorable side that everyone sometimes misses.

Timeless, imprinted in memory. Still very clear, Shanuella is spoiled and the center of everyone's attention. Bayu who did not work directly on the woman when she was a teenager could remember the behavior of the pattern of the master's adorable daughter and make a stir.

“How can Mas be here?” shanuella asked with incredulous eyes. At almost every opportunity, her husband came. In the hospital, on the project, now the man is in the restaurant. What is puzzling is his presence after Rarendra disappears. As it is arranged in such a way.

Both corners of the lips are pulled upwards. The perfect curve makes the good looks of a man with skin approaching the mature sapodilla is more obvious. Pulling the chair unsolicited, he sat presumptuously across from Shanuella.

“I'm your husband, Shan. Of course it is my duty to know where my wife and children are. So at any time of trouble lurking, I could be the first to defend you.”

Shanuella. Simple words, but able to tear down all the arrogance, arrogance, and hardness of the heart of the princess Hartanto Sunjaya.

“Why now so often fight, Mas?” 

Shanuella throws a question. Eyes slurred, looking for answers by reading what was written on the handsome face of her husband.

“No, I'm not flocking. That's seriousness, Shan.” Bayu cheers a smile. However, this time it was a little flat and implied sadness. There is a burden that is carried on the shoulders and is reluctant to be shared on everyone.

The man was surprised. He turned his attention back to Shanuella who was waiting for a response.

“How?” 

Bayu's tone sounded flat.

“How is it?” Shanuella looked confused.

“Sorry.” Bayu looks dazed. “We want to go home now? We'll book a taxi online. My car was left at Mr. Bos's residence.” Subjected, the man hides the lie and tries to keep his wife unread.

“Mas. Looks like you have a problem. Just tell me, what happened? I'm sure, there's no way you'd be here suddenly if it was ...”

The tongue of the beautiful woman with soft eyes spread a shade that was suddenly confused when the gaze collided with the gallant man with firm steps moving forward closer. Observe closely to make sure his gaze is not wrong. 

“Blade?” Flashing repeatedly, Shanuella hoped that the scene disappeared. The same man he had met before, but the jacket he wore wrapped around the body was very recognizable. Black is full of memories and memories. “Dia Blade ‘kan, Mas? I recognize that jacket. I'm the one who gave it to him.” The words sounded floating, the owner looking bright. Raga sculpts, the soul glares into the past. 

Bayu turned around to follow where Shanuella's gaze came from. The charming man was grasping the embers and was ready to be thrown at him. 

“Bo ... boss?” Bayu can not avoid. A few minutes ago he just threw a lie, now it has been caught red-handed. God does not like sinners, often evades reality and now he is not given the opportunity to give up.

“Bos?” Shanuella repeated the same word.