My Beloved Bodyguard's
MBB 95'S

“Mas, can you leave us?” Shanuella.

The body trembled, the voice shook. Dreams did not expect to meet today. It once cultivated despair, but over time it buried it deep in desire. Five years is not a short time, there are many things that he sacrificed, including feelings.

Bayu got up from his seat, approached the woman who was staring at the doorway.

“Shan.” The adult man coaxed with gentleness. Shanuella's hand was held to calm her.

“Detach, Mas. You are the same.” The piercing eye-light switched from the gurney and now shines a light on Bayu.

“Shan, relax. We're talking about.” In contrast to Shanuella, the adult man wallowed tiredly after making the long journey from outside the city looked calm. Blazing his eyes, spreading shade.

Throwing Bayu's hand that was blocking his wrist, Shanuella refused to mince words. The anger has exploded, the emotions provoked since listening to the statement that everyone had hidden from him.

Shanuella. Reality strikes a lightning bolt in broad daylight. All this time he prepared himself to face. But when everything is plastered in front of the eyes, the heart is still injured.

“Shan, please calm down. Nothing has changed.”

“Your staff, Mas, I'm like a dumb ass. You two are so compact that you fool me.” The index finger is directed at Bayu, then moved towards Rarendra. The patient-status man speaks a thousand languages.

“Shan.” Rareda greeted without a sound.

“I want to talk to him, Mas. If ...”

“Shan.” Bayu is still banned and does not let his wife stay away.

“Let me go, Mas. I assume Mas Bayu conspired with him if I did not allow four-eye talk,” threatened the woman with fiery emotions.

“Shan, I beg you. Calm yourself. Breathe in, exhale. Then ...”

“Shan, we're talking together. After that ...”

Since Bayu was unable to finish his words, Shanuella cut and gave no chance to explain.

“Mas, I need to talk to Blade. BLADES. B L A D E!” shanuella shouted out of control. “I don't need you. My real problem is that with that loser!” firm woman with reddened face like a boiled crab. The scattering was not out of shame, but in the burning coals of anger.

Breath snuffling, heartbeat hunting. The jawline of the beautiful woman stiffened. There is no compromise, the overflow of emotions that explode without caring about the circumstances around it.

“Shan.”

“Enough, Mas. If you don't want me to hate you for the rest of my life, let me have a four-eye talk with that man. I need to do it to confirm what's been floating.”

Sighing deeply, Bayu naturally objected. Which husband can be calm if he is in his position. Shaking slowly, he could not oppose his wife's pinta. Especially when the hand checks unraveled, he could see how the emotion-collapsed Shanuella stepped wide near the gurney.

“Mas, please leave us both.” Turn around, Shanuella. Much softer, the cobars inside those clear eyes began to dim.

Bayu bergeming's. Both feet were nailed near the door.

“I beg, Mas.” The second pinta was a little more seductive. Half of Shanuella is back.

Repeated breathing dominates. With a heavy heart Bayu granted all the pinta of the wife.

The atmosphere of the room turned silent. Rarendra froze over the gurney, still lying down. Next to, Shanuella was seen standing defiantly.

A few minutes the two stared at each other, digging up the story of the past that had been buried. Until finally Rarendra relented, throwing a look at the walls of the room painted bright white. He was unable to find the gaping wound stored in Shanuella's clear eyes.

“I'm sorry.”