THE SAVIOR'S
CHAPTER 27 IS ABOUT SOMEONE

Winner’s POV 

There was something strange about that little guy. Ever since holding her hand and forcing her to go along with me, I felt a familiar sensation in my mind. His hand circumference was really small for the size of a man let alone for the man working under the Ingmar Alliance who was now at war with the Arael Alliance. From the experience I have learned, men who work for the military always have a strong body and strong muscles especially for men who work in the field where physical endurance is the most important thing. 

But. . . My bodyguard is different. 

In addition to his body height which is shorter than most other men, his body is also not stout and does not have strong muscles. While holding his arm earlier, I could clearly feel the difference. But despite his different physical condition, his ability might already be beyond doubt. The test he went through was really a tough test and not even the slightest fear was reflected in the body of this bodyguard of mine. 

Although I could not see his face, although I could not see the look in his eyes, I could clearly see that this bodyguard of mine had absolutely no fear of him just by looking at the movements on his body. 

I wish I could take off the mask that covered half of his face and make the bangs in his hair a little less. Maybe by doing that. . . I can slightly reduce my curiosity towards the bodyguards that make me feel this familiar sensation in me. 

While looking at Rudi who was carrying the Savior around the house, I continued to stare at the Savior silently. And when Rudi was about to make Savior sleep on the first floor, I stopped that intention of Rudi and made Savior to sleep on the second floor together with me.

Reasons easy. I just want to find out who's behind this code name Savior. Could I know him? Could we have met? I don't know. 

But. . . I would love to know. 

I'm just afraid that the person I've been working with as my bodyguard is a spy who might hurt my loved ones again. Isn't there no harm in keeping watch and making sure?? 

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“Are you guys done?” A loud shout sounded from the bottom and it was a voice from Winner. 

“Already.” Rudi-manager Winner immediately answered Winner's question. “Do you need anything, Winner? It just so happens that your schedule today has been emptied all because of meetings with representatives of neutral country groups. Do you want to go somewhere?” 

“Yes, I want to go to the mall. Can we go?” 

Sarayu stared at Rudi and whispered softly. “The schedule is empty? Wasn't it when I took me, Winner said that she had another schedule waiting for her?” 

Rudi chuckled at Sarayu's question. “Ah. . i-it's just Winner's wits. Forgive Winner's bad habits. Although he agreed to become an ambassador and emblem of a group of neutral countries in order to save Indonesian citizens trapped in the battlefield, in fact Winner is not very fond of all things political.” 

“Is that so?” Sarayu whispered again to make sure. 

This time Rudi brought his face closer to Sarayu's face and so that the whispers could be more clearly heard by Sarayu. “It's true. Winner hates politics. In his eyes politics was even worse than actors and actresses acting. If actors and actresses act because of their love for the role world, then another with politicians. They acted, talked this and made a lot of sweet promises, but in the end most of them forgot his words, forgot his people when he was sitting in the seat of government. And from that, I remind you. Don't even talk about political issues when you're next to Winner!” 

Behind her black mask, Sarayu made a small smile. “Take it easy. I don't like the political world either. So. . . I also avoid political problems.” 

“Good then.” After answering Sarayu, Rudi again paid attention to Winner who had risen from a lying position and changed with a ruffled waist because it had made him wait. “Why do you want to go to the mall, Winner? Are there any clothes you want to buy?” 

Winner nodded her head. “Yes. So can we go now?” 

Winner changed her posture and then started walking up the stairs leading to the second floor while Rudi who had to prepare everything for Winner, rushed down and passed Winner. 

“In ten minutes, I'll be down,” Winner said. 

“Oke.” 

After Rudi disappeared to prepare and Winner was on the second floor, Winner who was about to enter his room and change clothes, stopped her steps looking towards Sarayu. 

“There can I help you, Mr Winner?” sarayu said by bowing her head as a form of respect to the person she is currently serving. 

“You must join.” 

“Sure, Sir. That has become my duty as a bodyguard Mr.” Sarayu disguised her voice by lowering her tone to look like a male voice in general. 

“Then can I ask you, Savior?” 

“Please, Mr.” 

“Masker it, can't you release it?” 

Sarayu lowered her head again as a form of her apology. “Sorry, Mr. Winner. For the sake of your safety, I must wear this mask while on duty. The Ingmar Alliance wants me to keep all my identities a secret while on duty to be Mr.'s bodyguard so as not to attract the attention of the people of the Arael Alliance who might be hiding behind Mr.”'s fans 

Winner nodded her head again several times, agreeing with Sarayu's explanation of the mask covering half of her face. “Then. . Can I call you by another name? Calling you by the name of Savior makes my tongue feel a bit cheesy.” 

Sarayu nodded her head in agreement. “Originally it wasn't a bad and embarrassing call, I was willing to use a call that Mr. Winner thought was more suited to Mr.”'s tongue 

“Really?” 

“Ya, Sir. The Savior is just the code name we use when we're on duty. If you have trouble pronouncing it, you can call me with another call on condition that it is not an embarrassing call. Even though I am currently the bodyguard of Master, I still work under the Ingmar Alliance and I have to keep the good name of the Alliance.” 

“Then. .” Winner then fell silent for a moment thinking of a suitable name to give to Sarayu as her new calling. “What about the name Bahram? Do you mind that nickname, Savior?” 

Hearing Bahram's words coming out of Winner's mouth, for a moment Sarayu felt a little surprised. Is this just a coincidence? How does he remember that name? Curious about the name Winner chose, Sarayu asked Winner. “If I may want to ask, why did you choose that name for me?” 

“Because you made me think of someone in the past. I once had a college friend and he used to like to use that as his pen name or pseudonym.” 

Behind the mask that covered her face, Sarayu's mouth opened slightly in disbelief at what she heard from Winner's mouth. Could Winner still remember me?