My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 75'S

“Mas, where's your car?” Shanuella was stunned as she stood in front of a shiny black sedan that was estimated to be worth billions of dollars. Much different from cars owned by Bayu who are only ordinary workers.

“Why?” 

Bayu jerked slowly the braid of their hands that did not take off since from inside the restaurant. His love statement never got an answer and he tried to accept it sincerely. Since proposing to Shanuella five years ago, the man tried to be a sincere person. Giving without expecting to return. Love is indeed from the beginning not his, then what to cultivate excess.

Smiling bitterly, Bayu stared at the figure who had only been able to hold him in real. Shanuella's heart was too hard to reach, even if it was just a dream. Enough with a smile without an answer, it made him happy.

“This is not your car, Mas.”

The dry lips of Bayu split perfectly, sweet and sincerely impressed. “Yes, my car is still at the boss's place. Why?” The question was spontaneous and ended with a smile.

“It's okay, Mas.”

“Once we're rich, Shan.” Bayu tried to melt the atmosphere. Open the car door and let the woman with the status of his wife in.

The beautiful woman shook her head. “I don't need everything, Mas. I just want to be able to smile freely, Treasure and wealth for me personally ...” Shanuella shook her head while taking a deep breath, striking the heavy burden that had been on her and refusing to leave. 

Bayu waited for the sentence to be completed perfectly.

“For me, it means nothing anymore. Now, I realize. There is more to it than money and wealth, Mas.”

“You and Mbok Sari are something precious to me, Mas.”

“Lana. Don't forget the boy. Soon she will grow up and you will see for yourself how God is present in your life through her. He is the source of happiness in the midst of hardship. She will be the reason you are grateful for this short life.”

“Mas.” Shanuella is stunned when reminded of the little angel who is now the source of her strength and her reason for struggling.

“No need to think excessively. Come in, I'll take you to the office.” Bayu opened the passenger side door and invited his wife.

Shanuella listened and complied. Shortly before dropping his ass on the car seat, he still had time to observe the man who was opening the door for him standing stiff.

“Thank you, Mas.” The statement came out spontaneously. A smile on her husband

Before long, Bayu seemed to catch up and sit behind the wheel. The man fought hard to get rid of all the awkwardness and restore the situation so that it is as usual.

Before the car moves forward, Bayu suddenly makes a soft voice. Sounds calm and calm. After five years had passed, the man still had to beg for a taste that should have been his for a long time.

“Shan, I don't know clearly what you think, what you fear, and what you feel. I hope you consider my feelings all along.? What I said inside was real and sincere.” Bayu explained carefully, hoping that the feelings he echoes inside are not considered to be the last drip of the wind.

Shanuella. Fingers intertwine on the lap. Nervous present and made him silence a thousand languages. The interweaving of words is not just meaningless characters, but implied pinta and asa.