My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 87'S

“Lana?” 

Heavy for Bayu tells the story of a sweet and adorable girl who does not go down her face line nor Shanuella. Not like anyone, different from everyone else.

“Ya.” Rarendra. “She's your daughter, ‘kah?” A jealous tone is again present in the asked.

In the middle of a blind night, the two grown men chatted like good friends. The two forgot about the fight that had not passed 24 hours and took them sitting in the hospital treatment room.

“Yes. Why?” That resolute answer without a doubt made Rarendra's little heart pinch. It was as if he had fallen from a height and fallen to the ground. Pain, hurt, and disappointment that should not be deserved in him.

Five years later, Rarendra ensnared Shanuella and froze her with love. After getting all, the spoiled girl was left without a message. Crashed into the deepest ocean, left without feeling. In fact, he who was then in the role of Blade had already pulled the trigger and was ready to launch a bullet into the helpless body that was struggling resignedly behind the blanket.

It's worth it now that I'm yelling regretfully, Shan. Yeah, I'm sorry I dumped you. I'm sorry I left you. Not a day has my life calmed down after leaving you. 

Rarendra stared softly at the sofa, the place where he left his heart. Too arrogant and vindictive, his soul was full of hatred. Now that many days had passed, he realized that the grudges that had been fostered over the years had turned into love.

When the heart and mind are not in line, when feelings and expectations are not equal. He's tormented, miserable, and languishing. Wounded only because Shanuella's smile was no longer for her, lamenting the reality that the beloved girl belonged to another man.

The gaze turned soft, the feeling slowly shattered. Hearts cry in silence, screams bitterly. After the death of the lover in an accident a few years ago, he got a similar karma. Not from anyone else, but the enemy himself. Revenge should lead to happiness when one plan is achieved. However, in reality he was wrong, things turned around and hit him. Not a smile, his heart sliced back twice.

“Jaga Shan-Shan is fine. I ... can't be Blade anymore after what I did to him. Thank you for harboring my disgrace all this time. I know .. I don't deserve him. Stay working with me. Although you may hate me because of your wife .. but, we are still good friends.”

The words were spoken slowly. Rarendra did not wait for a reply, stood up and stunned looking at Shanuella. A few seconds standing frozen, a puff of breath was heard at the tip of the lips followed by footsteps walking out. 

Before actually getting out of the treatment room, Rarendra still had time to throw a piece of sentence. “Regarding the cost, I will bear it.”

The door was stretched out, the footsteps heavy. Rarendra must strengthen his determination and convince himself to get through it. Just as the access was receding, the self-defense collapsed. The gallant body was squeezing, leaning against the wall. Followed by the pressure of warm fluids that have now accumulated in the eye fertilizer. 

“I ... must lose it.” Rarendra whispers. “But he was never mine. From the beginning .. I never held it. I never ...” Closing his eyes, two drops of crystal liquid fell down. Not standing on his cheek, he didn't want anyone to see his weakness.

...🍒🍒🍒...

“Aaargh!” Thunderous screams rang out in the backyard of Rarendra's residence. Bare-chested, the empty fist continued to punch the hanging samsak that was swinging to and fro. Occasionally the black boxing bag gets a kick. 

“Job!”

The bait escaped from the lips in between breaths of sting. Sweat is pouring, Rarendra's hair is wet. The back of the tattoo looks shiny exposed to the morning sunlight. The feeling of a sip on the chest is vented through punches and kicks without pause. He was exhausted, his body almost exhausted after hours of being forced to move.

“I love you, Shan.” The kick is again anchored to the cylindrical object hanging in front of him. “I love you, Shan.” 

The concurrent screams of a blind punch without pause caused the bodyguards and house assistants to panic. No one dared to approach, just standing watching on the sidelines while whispering worriedly.

In the rest of the energy, Rarendra who almost lost his mind was heard screaming loudly and pounding the samsak until finally someone pulled his shoulder from behind. 

“Rarendra Tan!” That masculine voice was bluffing, resuscitating a shirtless man bathed in sweat “Aware!”