Beautiful Guards
Mystery man?

Brukh

Milea dropped her body on the sofa after being tired of the long journey from the city of Yogyakarta, to Jakarta.

His eyes closed for a moment to eliminate the dizziness that hit his head.

Brukh

The movement that Milea felt right from the sofa made Milea open both of her eyelids, and turned her head to the side. It looks like Zaky is massaging his forehead which may also hurt.

"Let me help you massage 'kan mister," Milea shifted closer before something hit the surface of her lips, until in a matter of seconds it was released to make Milea fixated in silence.

"I've remembered you, don't call me master! Call me Brother!" Zaky insists after successfully stealing a kiss from Milea's lips.

"You're my boss, so it doesn't feel good if I call you Big Brother, sir." Milea avoided eye contact from Zaky.

Cup

"I said call me Brother!"

"My master please. Don't make my situation difficult! We are only bosses and subordinates. So we better understand each other's position. You behave like a superior, and I will behave like a subordinate. Excuse me,"

Zaky was fixated for a moment, then got up and held back the door before Milea closed it. "Are you like this because of what I said at the reunion?" Zaky asked continued to hold the door that Milea was as strong as she could try to close.

"There is nothing wrong with your words, sir. My woman. I see, you just want to make it clear that I am your subordinate who should not be touched carelessly. I understand,"

"But I beg you very much sir. Stop acting like this. Don't be too good with me. I'm afraid sir, I'm afraid to misunderstand your intentions. I was afraid that as this feeling grew, I would have to accept the harsh reality of the mistake I had made."

"I beg you once more. Stop being nice to me, before it's too late. Fear later, we'll be equally hurt, excuse me." Milea immediately closed the door and locked it from the inside. Slowly her body slumped down, a second later Milea began to cry a mouthful.

"Hiks I should have known that this was going to happen. Hiks hyks I should have known that this road is not smooth. Hiks hiks I should know, hiks that this day will happen, hiks that this risk must exist. Hiks hiks but why does God have to hurt so much?" Milea drowned her face behind her knees, crying over her feelings and regret for the mistakes she had made that had an impact on herself.

Behind the door, Zaky fell silent not knowing what to do. He turned around and began to sit at the door with a glaring look at the ceiling of the room.

"But I beg you very much sir. Stop acting like this. Don't be too good with me. I'm afraid sir, I'm afraid to misunderstand your intentions. I was afraid that as this feeling grew, I would have to accept the harsh reality of the mistake I had made."

"But..why is it that when you have that feeling, you want to stay away from me? Are you afraid of getting hurt because of the love that claps one hand?"

"Milean. If you want to stay away, then that means, it will come closer. I won't let you throw that feeling away. Because I love you, too" said Zaky, smiling in mystery. His brain began to trevel thinking about the barrage of his approach plan later.

"I've never been afraid of this feeling, never wanted to throw it away, regret it, let alone hate it. All I'm afraid of is. A farewell full of disappointment. I'mfrightened. Afraid to see your disappointed face if you knew who I really was."

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"It shouldn't be this fast I said it. But, because it has already been then we are straight 'just this problem. Nala, I love you. From then on, until now, this feeling had never changed. It's still all yours. Nala marry me!"

Nala fell silent with a blank look at Haikal who was crouched before her revealing a box of velvet containing a diamond ring.

"I can't." Nala answered suddenly rose with reddened eyes holding back her tears not to come out.

Waking up, Haikal looked at Nala questioningly. "Why? I've been telling the truth that I'm a curl. And as Ikal, I want to keep my promise to marry you, and you have also promised to wait for me to propose to you. But now why...?!!" Cecar Haikal doesn't understand.

"Your color is Ikal!!!" Shouted Nala galloping into the apartment building they lived in.

"Nlala!! The nala! NALAA!!" Haikal was sitting limp on the garden chair while staring at the ring box.

"*Why? I've been telling the truth that I'm a curl. And as Ikal, I want to keep my promise to marry you, and you also promise to wait for me to propose to you. But now why...?!!" Cecar Haikal won't take it.

"Your color is Ikal!!!" Shouted Nala*.

"What reason is that? If the reason for not loving me then I will accept because it takes time to make someone fall in love. But this...?! I really don't understand you Nala," Haikal muttered at random her hair was upset.

Nala slowly dropped her body on the lips of the mattress. His hand outstretched taking a photo of his childhood together with Haikal, he rubbed the picture slowly with a small smile.

Tests

The drops of clear water fell soaking the picture frame. Nala hugged the photo full of longing and deep sadness. It took him a while to believe that Haikal was an Ikal that he had assumed had died because of the incident several years ago.