Jovian Alton (Life-Life Bodyguard)
No woman no cry.

"It seems, Kiana was already asleep. You can go home, Jo. Maybe tonight you can still relax a little, do not know tomorrow and a few days ahead, he will definitely rebel, ... you know? he's very unruly." Danu said to Jovian.

The new man Danu appointed to be her daughter's personal Bodyguard, Jasmine Kiana Danuarta. Her only daughter, who is currently almost 21 years old.

They sat on the back porch, at almost ten o'clock in the evening, having talked about many things there, especially Kiana, as well as the various tasks that Jovian had to do.

"Alright then, I say retreat first, sir. Tomorrow I come early in the morning, to take Kiana to college." Jovian looked at the middle-aged man sitting right at the side.

Danu replied with a slow nod.

Jovia immediately got up from her seat, stood up straight, and followed Danu, then they walked inwards simultaneously.

"Is your house far away?" Danu kept asking, trying to pry the identity, Jovian went further.

Of course, he had to know the origin of the person who would probably be with Kiana every day in brackets for a long time.

"Lumayan." Jovian answered.

"If you are tired of going home, you can sleep where I have provided. Especially for you guys to take a break, .. maybe tomorrow Denis will show you your room."

Jovian just nodded. He turned his gaze to Herlin who seemed to be coming down the stairs, having finished giving understanding to the princess who was currently silent from anger.

Herlin looked smiling.

"I'm going home, Ms. Herlin." Pamit Jovian who immediately got a nod from the woman.

Jovian continued walking out of the house, accompanied by Danu who continued to follow from behind.

"Come, Mr. Danu." He turned around first.

Danu nodded.

With a quick step Jovian approached his white Honda CR-V car, pressed the remote, opened the door and entered.

Jovian turned his car keys, until the roar of the car engine sounded so clear. After that he pulled the seatbelt rope, and cooked it before he actually drove the four-wheeled vehicle away from the yard of the house that looked very large.

Pim pim!!

The man pressed the horn several times, as a sign of goodbye to Danu who continued to stand on the front porch of the house. Slowly he pulled back his car, turned the steering wheel, and left.

Jovian pressed one of the buttons located on the steering wheel of his car, until the volume of music inside there sounded a little louder.

He lay his head on the back of the chair, stared straight ahead, sometimes muttering, singing in a quiet voice.

His eyes turned to the side, looking at the city at night. Like a city that never dies, the activities of some people, also the traffic of vehicles never stop, even to cause congestion even when the clock has shown ten o'clock at night.

"Where are these humans going? Why so many." Mumbled.

Jovian slowed down his car, then stopped on the shoulder of the road, and then went down and approached one of the traveling coffee traders who seemed to be sitting on the sidewalk.

"Mass?" Call Jovian.

"Gee!" He immediately got up, clapped his hands, and walked over.

"Coffee Mas, one." He ordered, then sat down on the iron chair available there.

"Black, Sir?"

"Don't just Capuccino."

The sword nodded, and immediately prepared a plastic cup to immediately make the order that Jovian requested.

"Still selling, Mom? It's almost midnight."

"Yes, look sir .. find the rupiah." He said while pouring hot water into a plastic cup.

Jovian nodded, he looked at the man whose age looked very young. Then he turned to his car, and ended up seeing himself.

How lucky he is, living with all the sufficiency, while people outside there are still busy looking for rupiah, even until this late.

"Thank you." Jovian received the plastic cup, then the man placed it right next to him.

He reached into the pocket of the suit, brought out a match and a pack of cigarettes, took out one stick, and immediately turned it on.

"Back to work, sir?" The young man asked.

Jovia nodded, then she exhaled her smoke in the air.

"What time does it usually sell?"

"No sure, sir. Sometimes until two and a half three, sometimes the clock just went home if rame, but today was quiet, so I still nyari to add-plus daily meals." Evidently.

Jovian nodded again, he went back to smoking his cigarette deeply, and again puffed the smoke into the air.

The two men of different ages were both silent. Jovian with his mind, while the traveling coffee merchant was serving some buyers, who suddenly sprung up after the man was silent there.

After her divorce a year ago. Making her feel lonely, sometimes also sorry for not being able to save her marriage, but what's okay, the woman she loved so much chose to leave, just because that man never had time to spend together, even after his marriage went almost year three, time was unable to maintain everything.

Living alone after his parents. The father who died of illness when he was very young, followed by his mother ten years later with the same disease, making Jovian really feel unlucky despite having enough money.

But lately his thinking has changed, the way his view of God has been a little open. That we don't always live what we want.

Look, how lucky he is when compared to the traveling coffee salesman. Jovian just have to order and spend money on what food he wants to eat, while the traveling coffee merchant? He had to fight harder just for a mouthful of rice every day.

"What money, Mom?" Ask Jovian.

"I, ... This year 27."

"Have married?"

The man nodded, smiled then bowed his head.

"Early, Sir. But after a year my wife asked for a divorce."

"Lho, why?"

"Economic limitations, sir. I do not have a job, do not apply here and there, from the results of the sale of coffee is not much, .. maybe my ex-wife used to be tired, if asking for something but I can not afford to buy."

Jovian.

"There's a child?"

"Luckily not yet, if there's a problem she's a victim of her parents' divorce."

Jovian sighed.

"Previous before the sale of coffee I had time to be unemployed because of the PHK reduction of employees. My wife nagged on, she said there was also free at home if there was no money, after I work selling coffee, still diomelin also returned home the results were not there. I cape, everything went awry, so just as he asked for a divorce, yes I've divorced."

Hearing that Jovian laughed softly.

"female. Staying at home is no money, wrong. Husband work until do not have time, but money smoothly, still wrong, .. indeed we should be this man living alone." Jovian.

"Everything? I think the rich live their lives easily."

"Hah, ... in addition to financial demands, we are also required to have more time to accompany them. But yes the name is alive, there must be one that is sacrificed. If I have the time, it means that I do not have the money and cover all his wishes, and vice versa."

"Duda's father?"

Jovian.

"Have kids?"

"No, we initially chose to delay. Because in addition to great responsibility, mentally we also have to be really ready, but before that happens, we are separated."

His chest tightened, his heart felt so in crumb as Jovian recalled those painful moments, to the point of making him displeased in a period that could be said to be quite long, just because he felt disappointed in himself.

And now he's really back, working as a Bodyguard at his friend's invitation. Now no woman, nor any romance, she just wants to focus on work, and enjoy the solitude that begins to make her feel comfortable.