My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 92'S

“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?”

“Take it easy. Must be all right.” Bayu biting lips. Sudden feeling of bitter. Dilanda was worried, there was a similar fear he felt.

“Shan, share loc. I'll find you once I get to Jakarta. Don't freak. Just trust me, God knows best.”

“Ya, Mas.” 

“Already, don't cry. It's gonna be okay. Have you eaten?”

“Already, Mas.”

“Good if you have. Keeping the sick takes energy.”

Nodding silently, the call was finally interrupted. Do not be asked how tempting Bayu is to know the real situation. Trying to look calm, he did not want anything to happen to his small family.

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Tamaram attacked when dusk was eliminated. Silence came as the red rays on the western horizon sank slowly. Shanuella stretched her back, hitching a ride on the back of the sofa. Hacking the worry that reigns in the heart since noon.

The treatment room was silent, the ripples of life did not appear at all. The only thing that is real is the existence of Shanuella who is fighting to reduce anxiety.

Rarendra suffered internal and external injuries. Bruising at once several bones have cracks, and need serious treatment. Since arriving at the hospital, the man has not shown any signs of rumination.

Wrestling with all the bad possibilities, Shanuella was shocked when she heard a soft voice calling from the direction of the gurney. Hoarse and weak, whispering his name stammering.

“Shan ..”.

“Pak, are you awake?” Rushing closer, Shanuella was relieved when the dashing man she had been waiting for since noon finally woke up. 

“Shan?” Rarendra's eyes half opened, his hands decorated with infusion hoses seemed to tremble and stretched out weakly.

“Yes, Sir. I'm right here. How's it feel?” 

Grabbing Rarendra's hand and grasping it gently. Shanuella smiled. 

“Bapak ... was hit by an iron pole in the project.” Shanuella is guilty. “Sorry, already made Mr. Rendra ..”

“You're fine, ‘kan?” Rarendra asked in the middle of his own condition still injured.

“I'm fine, Mr.” Shanuella looked at her tightly clasped hand.

“Sgratitude.” Rarendra's voice sounded fierce. Forcing a smile, the man grinned in pain as he felt his arms move excessively.

“Bapak ... need something?” The question implies worry. The view continues to be directed at the patient on top of the gurney, scrutinizing each wound carefully.

“No. I'm fine, Shan.” 

Look at Rarendra's eyes a little differently. The man turned heartily, harboring a stifled feeling that for the past five years inhabited the deepest heart.

“Shan.” Rarendra's dry lips returned to say hello. “I'm sorry if this has made you ..” The gazes met, both of them diving in each other's minds. “I'm guilty of you in ...” 

The door opened and Rarendra stopped talking. Shift your eyes towards the sound. Bayu looked with a tired face and a messy appearance was walking over. The man forced a smile and stared at the one unblinking point. 

“Mas.” Shanuella. Slowly and a little.

Not the answer, Bayu suddenly hugged when he managed to reach his wife. So closely ignited the jealousy of Rarendra who was lying helplessly.

“Mas.”

“You okay?”

“Hmm.” Nodding slowly between hugs made Shanuella's breath choked. 

There is a comfort that cannot be described by words. Pundak Bayu has always been calming. The place is anchored and spilled grievance. For a moment, he forgot the third figure who was secretly watching. 

Resisting the turmoil in the chest as her hand and Shanuella's grasp slipped, the tightness suddenly burst forth and forced Rarendra to close his eyes. He did not want to watch too long, afraid not able to dampen the invasion of jealousy.