My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 85'S

“Shan, wake up!”

The voice of Bayu sounded louder. He awoke when his wife was carried away and slipped out of hand. The pain that whack his body is no longer ignored when he sees Rarendra acting as he sees fit. Everything the man did was clear. In fact, he still recalled how the slumbering Shanuella was kissed on his forehead by another man.

“Shan-Shan tired, let him sleep.” Rarendra. Stand up defiantly, taking a quick glance at the patient on the bed.

“Badness!” Bayu. No longer maintaining his chivalry, he could not tolerate when his wife was touched by another man, even though the person was his own superior.

“He's tired of taking care of you. Let him rest for a moment.” Delicate innuendo deliberately thrown. Regret not only belongs to Bayu, Rarendra also experienced the same thing. Having the opportunity to kiss Shanuella after a long time, everything fell apart just because of the protest of the personal bodyguard.

“She's my wife.” Bayu blatantly revealed. A grimacing smile restrains the pain present on the face with cuts and bruises. At this point, he felt free to cover a lot of things from Rarendra. The man will find out and will probably put all his efforts into becoming more and more bright.

No hue surprised. Bayu's statement was taken as usual even though Rarendra's little heart was snapped. Staring at the woman who was lying on the sofa, both corners of the man's lips were drawn upwards. Like being dragged into the past, where love feels real in the grasp.

“Since when?” Questions were directed at the patient on top of the gurney, but the eyes were locked on the pretty figure on the sofa bed. If he were made of glass, people could see a piece of a languishing heart.

The smile engraved on Rarendra's handsome face looked insincere. In fact, he felt an incomparable bitterness in the world.

“What is your business?” Bayu did not answer. Instead, he asked his master again.

Rarendra. There is no courage to ask more questions. His status is now nobody. However, the little heart is still heavy to accept reality.

“Can't be a little kind, Bay?”

Bayu smiled cynically, then grimaced in pain. “Why is it so sad now?” Bayu is undaunted. His struggle earlier this afternoon was the peak where the wall of grace and respect collapsed. Rarendra has been blatantly beating the drums of hostility.

“There's a lot I haven't known so far. We're still good friends, ‘kan?” Rarendra walked over, pulling the chair Shanuella had filled. Trying to reconcile with Bayu who was beaten to the brink earlier this afternoon, he scooped up various information that had been hidden tightly from him.

“Since when have we been best friends, Boss, I've been friends with Blade, that selfless jerk. Not with yourself.” Those words were uttered with ferocity. There was no trace of pain in each word.

Rarendra smiled wryly.

“I wonder .. how he could fall into your hands. Obviously he loves me.” Rarendra suddenly acted like an old friend. The anger that hit him earlier this afternoon had somehow vanished to nowhere.

“Clearly she's my wife.” Bayu answered briefly.

Inaudible, Rarendra nodded and closed his lips.

“Do not hurt him ...” Bayu soften. Be ordinary, as if what is discussed is a foreign woman who is not related to them.

“I ...” Rarendra could not explain. His hands were squeezing, his mind was glaring everywhere. “Please tell me, how did you get to be with him all this time? I want to know many things about Shan-Shan.”

“For what?”