My Beloved Bodyguard's
THE MBB 91

Shanuella ran after the gurney driven by the hospital staff. Tears are pouring, a messy feeling. Attention was drawn to the helpless figure whose drowning consciousness continued to call out his name in a feeble voice.

“Shan ..”.

“Yes, Sir." Shanuella half-screamed. The heart throbbed when it saw the normally gallant body now covered in blood.

“Shan.”

Rarendra continued to whisper the same name, over and over again. The hand was raised weakly as if begging to be held.

“Shan.”

Shanuella's heart is beating. Accelerating the step, the hand of Rarendra reached. Jemari intertwined with each other, she could feel the warmth radiating throughout the body. Making sure her leg swing was not left behind, the woman tried to keep walking on the side of the gurney.

“Shan.” The last greeting before Rarendra's hand drooped weakly, eyes closed tightly. However, his hand grip felt tight.

Stunned, Shanuella looked at their interlocking hands. There is an indescribable comfort. It was not a foreign feeling, but he had felt it in the past.

“Is he really Blade? Why do I feel like he's in Rarendra. This touch reminds me of that guy.”

Shanuella's steps were stuck in front of the IGD's door. Brankar carries Rarendra's body into a glass door, but he is not allowed to accompany her inside. Only doctors and medics can walk free. Their grasp had to unravel and a sense of loss plagued his heart.

Deciding to wait in front of the IGD, Shanuella attached her back to the wall. Struggling to soothe a racing heart, his thin lips twitching, reciting a prayer. Amidst the unrest, his phone clinked softly. A message came in from Bayu, asking for news after a dozen calls were ignored.

“Shan, where are you?”

A short message is sent by the husband on the chat app. From the screen, Shanuella could see Bayu in the middle position online. The new fingers will type a reply message when the man across makes a call.

“Mas, what's up?” Shanuella wiped her tears before saying hello. However, his hoarse voice could not lie.

“Shan, are you crying?” The question of Bayu implies concern. Five years together, he knew a lot about Shanuella. How the spoiled girl who proceeds to become a mature woman and she is lucky to be there, becomes a silent witness to how her wife grows.

Devoted to attention, the cries that had subsided churned again. Tears poured out, the sobs shamelessly slid out.

“Mas, I'm in the hospital.” The woman's voice sounded weak.

“Hah!” Bayu jerks. His surprised voice was felt across the call. “Who is sick? You're fine, ‘kan?”

“Ya, Mas.”

“Lana?” ask Bayu, impatient.

“Lana is also fine.”

“Then, who's sick, Shan? Don't tell Mbok Sari. I can't go back now. Maybe a new night arrives in Jakarta. Now there is still a meeting after that just walk. If it is not jammed, magrib has arrived. If ...”

Mr. Rarendra, Mas. Ba.... What if he dies? I'm so scared, Mom. He helped me on project.” There was a worry in the words mixed with those cries.

Bayu. No one has reported to him about the accident that hit Rarendra. He still could not digest, it took a few minutes then just piqued and asked back.

“How, Shan? Tell me what happened?”

Shanuella's cries growled. The sadness reached Bayu.

“Already, don't cry. Its alright. Everything will be fine.” Bayu biting lips. The true story is not yet established, but he must calm his wife so as not to panic.

That soothing voice blew away the fear within Shanuella. Although not entirely, but able to make pauses back regular breathing.

“Mas, I was ... who had an accident on the project. But, Mas ...”

Bayu listened, his feelings suddenly unpleasant.

“Mas, Mr. Rendra saved me and now he's hurt. I should have been the one who was injured inside. What if something happens to her, Mas?”