Beautiful Guards

Beautiful Guards
Misunderstand


After finishing shopping, Zaky drove Bianka to the mall parking lot, because she happened to bring her own car.


"Dear baby..tell me later when I get home!" Bianka's wave after she finished putting all her groceries in the car.


"Yes." Yeah."


"Bye bye. umuahh." Zaky tried to keep smiling even though his heart wanted to vomit. Especially when Bianka waved a kiss bye for him. Iuhhh disgusting.


After making sure Bianka had left, Zaky walked over to Milea who had been leaning on the car while playing her screen.


"Bye bye.. ummuahh." Ledek Milea when she saw her master approaching. Zaky snorted and got into the car when Milea opened the door for him.


"Brishik!! Hurry up and steer the car!! We're home!" Sewotnya upset himself saw Milea did not look upset or angry he was treated like that by Bianka, even mocked him.


Milea drove her car according to her master who wanted to go home. He is not not upset to see Bianka's behavior that he thinks is too excessive, just who is she? Does he have the right to be angry when he's just a bodyguard? He still knows the limits.


Arriving at the apartment, Milea breezed into her room with a flat face. He immediately laid his small body on the mattress with a feeling that was difficult to interpret.


"Lea, one day I promise to keep all the promises I made to you. Including this dress!" Said a girl holding tightly Milea's hand.


"You don't have to think about that promise. I almost forgot what promise you made to me,"


The girl smiled sweetly. "Lea. promise me. You have to live happily no matter what, okay?"


"OKAY. And promise me, stay with me no matter what. Because you are part of my spirit."


"OKAY. Promise!"


Tok tok tok tok


"Mile..." The woman opened her eyes as the sound of knocking on the door rang out from outside. With a lazy movement he got up from the bed and walked to open the door.


"What's up, sir? Do you need anything?" Milea asked staring at Zaky.


"this." Milea shriveled confusedly staring at the paper bag that Zaky gave her. He hesitantly greeted the paper bag.


"The party."


"Huh? Party dress? What's it for, sir? Didn't I tell you I have a dress to wear to the party later. So what did you buy it for?" Undeniably, Milea was quite surprised when her master said that the contents of the paper bag was a party dress. Even though she had refused to buy a party dress because she had it in the closet.


"Accept and wear it, because I don't accept rejection!" The threat is firm.


"As far as you are, sir." Milea closed the door a little rough. His mind was currently not doing well, and his master came to give him something he did not want.


He walked towards the dresser. Taking out the dress and instantly stunned while knowing the dress given by Zaky was the dress she had seen in the store earlier. Milea gave a rough sigh and put the dress back in the paper bag.


Plucci


Milea was speechless when she saw a paper fall out of the jacket pocket of this dress. Curiously, Milea put the dress on the dresser and took the paper and sat on the chair facing the mirror.


Deg deg deg


With his heart pounding so fast, he slowly opened the paper and revealed an old writing that might have been a long time ago.


Hi Milea...


Have you seen the dress? Not beautiful? I've asked a desaigner to make this dress of my design, and when it's finished it will be handed over to you. I deliberately put this letter in the pocket of her dress, I was afraid when this dress was in your hand she said that was not there. I've kept one of the dozens of promises I made to you. Hope you like the dress..


A


Tests


Brukh


Milea fell to her knees after reading the contents of the obsolete letter. Some of them even said that there was something broken.


"Hiks... hiks... hiks... why... why do you have to do this.. I do not need all this, all I need is you!! Hiks.. forgive me for not being able to help you. Hiks forgive me..." Milea silently hugged her knees, completing her crying that had not stopped flowing. Right now all he's doing is regretting what happened.