Beautiful Guards
Glen's Concerns

Milea cried a hiccup in the car while hugging her knees and drowning her face there.

Regretted? No, he's not sorry at all. Even if allowed, she was eager to sew up the spicy mouth of the selfless woman. Only, he again remembered the advice of his mother who told him to become a gentle girl. Always forgive the mistakes of others and be patient enough when others bully. That's why he felt sorry for not being able to control himself and not obeying the advice of his late mother.

"Hey, stop crying. We'll treat the bruises on your face first, they'll get swollen." Persuade Zaky who was tired of seeing Milea continue to cry without wanting to share her complaints with him.

Milea doesn't budge at all. He was still faithfully curled up with growing cries. His regret for not being able to carry out his mother's advice really hurt his heart.

Zaky sighed softly. Take out his phone typing something on his screen and put it back in his pocket. Thought Milea who was still loyal to cry without any desire to stop. You can guess, Milea's eyes are now swollen because crying has been almost an hour.

Feeling irritated, Zaky roughly pulled Milea's leg into solonjor on her foot. He stared at Milea's wet face filled with tears.

"Don't torture yourself with those tears! You don't deserve to cry for people like them!" Rigorously.

"Hiks hyx" Milea silently did not want to answer. Because at this time what he cries is regret for not obeying the advice of his mother, not because he regrets to have made the person helpless.

Zaky stared at Milea. His hands straightened out his handkerchief and then slowly rubbed his puffy eyes.

"Cry, if it can calm you down. But remember, there is no point in regretting something that has passed. It can't be changed, but make it a lesson in the future." Zaky told her to stop crying.

Milea absorbed the word Zaky said in silence. After about 30 minutes of waiting, Milea stopped crying.

"Tu-hiks sir.. Bu-is not a hymn do you have a schedule to meet with your client's hyx?" Milea asked still a little hiccuped.

"It was indeed. Now I can what? The meeting was also delayed because my bodyguard was crying like a woman" he said.

"I am a woman, sir!" Squeak Milea slowly. "I'm sorry if because of me you pushed back your meeting schedule sir." Regretfully.

"That's it. Wear seat belts! We leave now, we can be late if we keep quiet here." Zaky's grunt quickly moved to sit in the steering chair.

"Sir, let me drive." Milea said it was not good. Zaky put on his seatbelt glancing at Milea from the rearview mirror.

Milea who is not feeling well can only bow down to let Zaky drive to the destination.

It did not take long, they finally arrived in front of Restouran XX where the previous agreement was made. Earlier Haikal said he would wait for himself at the restaurant along with Nala. He also wanted to give Zaky and Milea some time to talk for a while.

"It's wear! You're so ugly with your eyes!" Ejek Zaky gave Milea his sunglasses.

"Thank you sir."

"Hm same same. After the meeting later you can treat the bruise on your cheek," although impressed indifferently, Milea very appreciates the form of small attention that the end is often pointed at her master.

After installing the glasses, the two together entered the entrance of the restaurant and walked towards the number 15 table in the middle of the room.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry I came late, there's a little problem I have to take care of for a while." Clearly Zaky. Seen there Haikal and Nala have accompanied his client. The man who was sitting on his back turned around. Milea's eyes fused perfectly behind her glasses.

Shit, why must he?! Um Milea in heart, please be anxious so that the person does not recognize her.

"Oh it's okay. I'm not fighting it. Let's sit!" Huft. In Milea's heart breathed a sigh of relief that the man did not recognize her, if the man had recognized her. There are many possibilities that occur here.

Milea tried to act ordinary as the person's eyes occasionally glanced at her. They seemed busy discussing about the cooperation they would make, so Milea did not want to talk too much let alone interfere with their affairs.

Until the moment a waitres wanted to put his order drink, someone accidentally nudged the waitres to spill it on Milea's clothes. Milea reflexes up and takes off her glasses.

"Ma-sorry mbak. I-I didn't accidentally." The lady's great-grandson looked terrified. Milea looked at him while wagging her wet clothes.

"It's okay, you can go!" Answer Milea. He apologized several times before resigning.

"Milea?"