My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 83

“Lana at home, Mas.”

Shanuella helps to tidy up the lying position of Bayu that looks uncomfortable. Every now and then the man frowned, his every move regarding cuts and bruises on the body.

“Sick once, Mas?” Shanuella frowned.

“Hmm.” 

Bayu's smile looked different from usual. The grin was restrained due to pain all over the face that was hit and injured.

“Sshh.”

“Why come to this, Mas. You should be careful with the car.” Not paying the slightest suspicion on the wounds all over the husband's body, Shanuella was still convinced by the confession that Rarendra had made to her. 

Bayu.

“Accident?” 

“Hmm.” Shanuella nodded and sat back down after making sure her husband was comfortable.

He started playing with new lies. Whatwant? I don't mind letting go of my wife if Shanuella wants a farewell and can forgive her. But not by lying anymore. Enough pain, don't repeat. 

“Thank you for being taken to the hospital, Boss. If you want to leave, it's okay. There's him who takes care of and takes care of me here.” Bayu looked at Shanuella with eyes hard to reveal. Love and admiration are real. Turning to look at the handsome man on the sofa of the room, the patient's heart was pinched. Shown second by second by two people who were waiting for him to roar.

I'm not a good man. In fact, I don't deserve you. Trying to establish myself, the reality is that we are like heaven and earth. In fact, I am a subordinate and you are the employer that remains attached and makes it sometimes difficult to get close. Being able to get your attention and being allowed to love you alone is an honor for me, Shan.

“It's okay, I'm just here to make sure.” Rarendra acted as if nothing had happened. The man seemed to have forgotten that he was the mastermind of all this mess.

“Is it okay Lana was left alone?” 

“It's okay, Mas. There is Mbok Sari who takes care of it. Last time I had a message, leave Lana to him all tomorrow delivered to school.”

“Oh.” Seeming to think, Bayu was seen glancing towards the man who was paying attention to their interaction in silence. Rarendra, whose secrets are all within his grasp, tries to be ordinary in the midst of awkwardness. “Shan, what is he ...”

Bayu hesitates. But the curiosity is so great. He was afraid that Rarendra was hurting Shanuella behind him.

“Ya, Mas.”.

“As long as I ... unconscious.” The heavy breathing of the man implies something. “Did he try to get close to you? Or do something you think ..”

Shanuella. “He only asked about our relationship, Mas. Has he known nothing all this time?” The answer and the question sounded slow, he did not want until their chat caught Rarendra.

Bayu looked doubtfully before finally venturing into Shanuella's hand and whispering. “No, I never discussed my personal matters to outsiders. You guys, you and Lana are a part of my life. Your presence is not to be sown, but loved.” The involuntary blink of the eye provoked pain in the wound at the temple. Bayu hissed and took off his hand and gently rubbed the area that was painful.

“Sick, Mas?” Shanuella reflexively stood up and approached.

“Slight.” 

Bayu's feeling was agitated, indescribable to words as Shanuella brought her face closer while removing her hand from the injured area. A gentle blow from the thin pursed lips seemed to set a happy rebar. The flower garden inside the heart blooms in unison and compact. The little attention that is possible for most people is simple, but not for themselves. Everything that that a beautiful woman gives is precious.

“Don't move much, Mas.” Rubbing the skin around the wound, then letting out a warm smile. ‘Rest, Mas. It's already night. Hopefully we recover soon. According to the doctor there are no serious problems, only external wounds only.”