My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 77'S

Rarendra darkened his eyes only because he heard the statement of one-sided love from Bayu's lips that were echoed firmly. That sense of inadmissibility is splashing with anger. Face lines tightened, fists hardened, blows blindly sprinkled on the assistant who never gave a fight. Yes, his subordinates choose to defend rather than attack.

“Build! Fight me!’ 

The order was passed down on the blood-soaked man who was weakly strewn over a stretch of green grass. The back garden is usually a place to chat now turned into a fighting arena or rather a place of slaughter.

“Build! We fight with men. Don't be a coward!” 

Bayu bergeming's. Stay lying on the grassy ground while enjoying the pulse on his injured body and let out a red liquid. They are not just superiors and subordinates, but bonds that are woven beyond that. Once a Sunjaya bodyguard, many days they passed together.

“Job! Wake up now!”

All oaths are sworn. The more Rarendra vented anger, the turmoil inside the more crazy. Lost his mind, no longer logical, he almost out of control. Loss of control over oneself, rolled up emotions that drown in angkara siege wrath.

“Do not touch Shan-Shan, please hit me until satisfied, please kill me. But, don't touch him. Don't hurt him anymore. He's not as strong as you think.” The voice of Bayu sounded weak.

Rarendra blocked the collar and forced the man with fresh blood to stand up. Shortly after, two punches were lodged in Bayu's stomach. At this point the burly body of the personal bodyguard gave up. Falling unconscious, shortly after the fresh blood gushed out from the corner of the lips.

A word spoken slowly before the consciousness vanished can make Rarendra hit with guilt. Shanuella, the name of which is whispered in between the liquid blood that flows out the corners of the lips.

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The day changed at dusk, the night crawled in. Slowly the light darkened and finally darkened. Shanuella fought with her inner being since noon. Farewell and Bayu in front of the Halim Group office can not be said to be okay. 

“Mama, Papa yum puyang?” lana asked when she saw the dark had enveloped the world from the gap of the window curtain. Not usually the papa absent in the hours waiting for dinner time to come. 

Shanuella. He saw the princess who was sitting on the floor carpet on the side of Mbok Sari. Their rented house cannot be said to be luxurious. Just fall into the category of comfortable in the bag, not comfortable to enjoy. Two small bedrooms, one living room that functions as a gathering space, and a simple kitchen merges with the dining room. The tiny bathroom completes a simple residence where a small family retreats from the heat and rain.

“A minute, Honey. Mama phone Papa first, yes.” Shanuella's lips spread a forced smile. He couldn't possibly share his fret with Lana and Mbok Sari.

Walking towards the terrace of the house, Shanuella closed the main door again. He did not want his chatter and Bayu until they heard people inside. The night breeze cradles the skin. The cold air penetrated the bones and made the body wrapped in sleeping pajamas shiver slowly.

Looking at the phone screen, Shanuella was stunned for a while before making a call for the next time. There was an unusual worry crouching in the chest. She was suddenly nervous without clarity.

“Mas, why hasn't your phone been picked up since. It's completely inactive now. Fretfully struggling for real, Shanuella rubbed her chest and calmed down.

Walking back and forth on the narrow rented porch, the woman grew increasingly restless when the number that had not been lifted was no longer active. Bayu disappeared without a trace.

“What happened?” 

Shanuella stared at the darkness that enveloped the earth. The sound of the night and the hum of crickets began to be heard greeting faintly. The moon was shyly hiding behind a cloud. 

“What happened to Mas Bayu?” A question that no one knew was addressed to whom, Shanuella muttered to herself in silence. Suddenly, bad thoughts swirled. The fret that had been ignored had suddenly appeared again. 

“Did I call Rarendra, huh? Mas Bayu works with him. Of course he knows where my husband is.”