Loving Saleha's Bodyguard

Loving Saleha's Bodyguard
The Injured Heart


"Mom, can Raina stay tonight?" Raina asked while releasing a hug from Rahayu's body.


"Say ma'am?" Raina asked again in her long voice.


"Do you have to answer?" Ledek bu Rahayu with a smile. Hearing the words of her mother Raina hugged Rahayu again, warm embrace of Rahayu mom was able to erode the sadness that almost destroyed her soul.


Oh God, I'm hurt. Very wounded. At least mother's embrace is enough to be my painkiller. Lirih Raina while releasing her embrace. He walked to a room he had not been in for three months. It felt so different, it seemed like the comfort of being in Sawn's house had made her forget her own home.


Imagining how Sawn pushed him in front of thousands of pairs of eyes gave him goosebumps. Raina injected her sad face under the pillow, she started crying but she did not know what made her so sad.


Did he cry because Sawn treated him badly? Or instead he feels disappointed the man in his heart is not as good as his expectations?


Losing is a fret that won't go easy even if you try to forget it. Losing is the worst fate for anyone who is feeling a loving romance. Every second it slowed down, the colourful world became all black and white, and the wounded heart seemed to decay in prolonged destitution. And for the umpteenth time, Raina felt lost again.


"Oh my God, what makes me this sad?" Lirih Raina slowly then rose up to take Wudhu to do Isha prayers.


He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of his room, the time showing at 00:00 when Raina performed the Isya prayer.


"From Anas bin Malik Radhiyallahu Anhu, that the Prophet Shallallahu alaihi wa sallam postponed the Isha prayer until midnight, then he prayed." (Muttafaqun Alaihi).


While other narrations also explain: From Abu Hurairah Radiyallahu Anhu that Rasulullah shallallahu alaihi wa sallam said "If I had not incriminated my people, I order them to end or delay the Isha Prayer for a third of the night or half." (Hf. Ahmad, Ibn Majah and Tirmizy).


If someone prays Isya in the minutes leading up to the entry of dawn time, it remains valid and still in the right time, but it is not a good choice.


...***...


"How was the party, did you enjoy it?" Ms. Hanum offered the bread that had been smeared with peanut butter to Yuna.


"I don't like the party, ma. It's boring!" Chirp Yuna while pouring mineral water in her glass.


"Aren't you humming happily before leaving because you're going to attend a party of Socialites? Then why are you complaining. You spoiled child."


"That's not the case, ma. It's just right there.... Upps!" Yuna closed her mouth. Almost he slipped, if his mother knew the incident last night, can be sure his mother will fight against her brother, and Yuna will not like it.


"Just be there? Continue your story." Pinta Bu Hanum to Yuna.


"Just be there..... There is no mamaa." Yuna teased Ms. Hanum while playing her eyes. The brat even pretended to laugh in order to ward off the anxiety of his mother.


"Your brother, is he making trouble again?"


The deggggg! Her mother's sudden question made Yuna choke.


How did you know that Brother Sawn was making trouble? Lirih Yuna softly patted her chest.


"Will anyone steal your food? Eat slowly." Said Ms. Hanum while giving a glass of water to her daughter.


"Sir Sawn? He wouldn't dare to cause trouble." Reply Yuna.


"All right, mama trusts you. But, if you hear anything bad about the two of you, you won't let go. Mama doesn't curb your freedom, doesn't mean you'll let you do things that will defy our family values." Said Hanum at length.


"Yes ma... Yuna understands. Papa where?"


Yuna looked at all the directions her net could reach.


"Your father to Bandung!"


"Hand! Why didn't Mom tell me? It's a big deal!" Yuna sighed. Seeing his daughter's behavior, Hanum could only shake his head. This closeness between father and daughter really makes Ms. Hanum proud.


After finishing her breakfast, Yuna runs into her room, picks up her cell phone and prepares to nag her unsullied papa.


...***...


Nine hours passed after the unfortunate incident for Raina, she was finally able to comfortably stay at her house and joke with her youngest sister.


There was no more burden on his heart.


Problems come and go without you knowing, sometimes you ask why the rain and the storm come together. Isn't that the way, after the Rain will be present a rainbow that will cool you.


"Are you not going to work today?" Ms. Romlah tried to vent, asking Raina while giving her warm milk.


"Amel loves warm milk so much, he won't sulk as long as you're by his side. It seems like you've been pampering him all this time, which is why he doesn't want to be away from you." Said Rom again while looking at Raina with her sharp gaze.


"This is where bude is?"


"After drinking the milk, the sweet boy slept again. Last night mas Agil didn't pick her up, luckily she wasn't fussy."


"What if you guys get married? You guys are definitely going to be the best couple in the world!" This time Raina pointed at Romlah with an unexpected question.


Understandably, because it is too busy taking care of the children to make Mother Romlah forget her personal life, Eight years passed since her husband died, she said, there is no new color in her life other than completing the usual tasks that housewives do.


For a split second, Miss Romlah drifted in the beautiful shadow of Raina's words. The thirty-eight-year-old woman realized from her daydream, Romlah's face was amazed as if in disbelief to get an unexpected question from Raina.


Will I be angry! Ooh no. Lirih Raina slowly. Without saying a word Romlah mother passed and left Raina who was still busy giving warm milk to Amel.


"Bude left? I thought I would be scolded, a futile fear. Even so I hope bude will think about my words.


Now it's time to show my magic, I'll be the bridge between bude Romlah and mas Agil." Raina muttered alone. The thought of Romlah getting married again made her laugh alone. Fortunately no one saw him but Amel who did not understand anything.


Mission is starting! Raina said again excitedly.


...***...


"What do you want to eat today? I'm so hungry, let's go!" Bobby pulled Agil's arm without asking who was willing or not.


"What would Rita eat?" Agil stopped his steps, looking


Rita with a look of pity. Unlike usual, the quiet girl looked lethargic.


Rita who heard him floundered in emotions that were hard to explain. He bowed his head in contemplation and did not know what to say.


"I'm really grateful that you care about me. But sorry, I'm not hungry right now." Said Rita while cupping her hands.


"Do you have a problem? Is this a love problem? The family? Or are you moody because you don't have a boyfriend yet? Tell me, I have all the solutions you need."


A split second later, a sweet smile rose from Rita's lips.


"It's not about me, it's about Raina!"


"Raina! Is it with the kid?" Bobby walked up to Rita without caring about his hunger anymore.


"Mas Agil, Bobby sir. Hikkk." Rita's voice was held back by her cries. Seeing the rare sight before him Bobby and Agil looked at each other in wonder.


Unaware by the three men, Sawn stood behind the door leaf. For the first time the handsome man stole another person's conversation.


The man with a height of 180 cm was trying to stick his ears on the door leaf without anyone realizing. His heart was filled with overwhelming regret, without knowing the truth or trying to ask him he hurt the girl he respected the most.


Sawn walked towards his office in a limped step, a shadow as he pushed Raina around his head. Most painfully, the girl who managed to make him feel that love rebuked before him without being able to comfort him.


Prakkk!


Sawn closes the door of his office with a pretty loud slam, and it manages to leave Bobby, Rita and Agil shocked.


What other scenario has God prepared for Sawn and Raina?


Raina forgive me! I'm guilty. You where? I miss you! Lirih Sawn quietly in her solitude.


Regret always comes too late, but more important than that, guilt and apologizing.


A wounded heart can be easily healed by God, as long as you come back and ask him for help.


...***...