Loving Saleha's Bodyguard

Loving Saleha's Bodyguard
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Everyone always yearns for peace in every space of life they go through, but sometimes it seems as if away in a short life filled with color.


Barriers, challenges, threats, and distractions. Those four words seemed to be a frightening specter, but that was the way life was, without trials you would never know how much power behind your cries you were hiding.


Eyes may cry, hearts may be hurt but patience and faith in the Almighty must be thickened. That way all the bad things that happen in this short life will look small when compared to the greatness of God who is grasping life.


"Will you keep looking at my face? Until when?" Yuna asked while pretending to smile.


"Ahhhhh... Sorry." Reply Professor Zain while releasing his hand from Yuna's body.


"You, get in the car! Key from the inside, don't come out if I don't ask you. Those lousy people should learn a lesson." Professor Zain softly then pushed Yuna's body away from the crowd of five men who would clash with strength.


A minute later Yuna was already in the car, following Professor Zain's instructions without having to refute the man's blue iris. I don't know what was wrong with Yuna, she thanked him in her heart but her lips never escaped from a smile.


"You're back again? I can't believe this!" Prof.Zain opened a voice between the silence of the air. He folded his arms in front of his chest while staring at the four men in front of him in turn.


"Hey... Wh dude! Better hand the girl over peacefully, then your bones will be safe from our rampage."


"Haha... You guys are so funny." Said Prof.Zain as he approached the four men.


Ohhhh...!


The sturdy man's burly hand was right about Professor Zain's stomach. A rough sigh from the pain came out from his lips. Not yet he had time to kink, hard hit the elbow second thug managed to hit the face of his handsome, this time fresh blood came out from the corner of the natural pink lips Professor.Zain. He fell to the point of hitting a neatly arranged tree along a quiet street pavement.


"Basic is useless! You want to protect that woman? You alone cannot protect yourself. Haha." The laughter of the four thugs who stood in front of Prof.Zain seemed to report that Prof.Zain was just a useless weak man, but not like that.


Slowly Prof.Zain moved his body, pain in every part. He even thought that one of his teeth was dislodged, the blood coming out of the corner of his lips did not stop dripping until it hit the white shirt he was wearing.


"Forward." Said Prof.Zain while playing his middle finger, giving a signal that he was still not giving up.


The four thugs ran towards Prof.Zain like a starving lion about to pounce on its prey. But this time it was different, every blow directed at his face and body was successfully fielded by Prof.Zain very cleverly. Even this time he could counterattack, one by one the thugs fell down. Not just hitting, Prof.Zain really gives a fierce resistance until his opponent will think twice to show his nose again.


"Hows it? Do you like my reward? I enjoy this fight. Just for reform, I've called the police.


If you miss the prison food you can duel me to the point of the last blood. But, if you still miss the atmosphere of Clab night, I suggest you should run away from here immediately. Because if you don't, I'll break your bones myself." Professor Zain De Lucca said.


Without thinking long, the four go straight away while dragging their legs which were hit by Professor.Zain several times.


Professor Zain believes the four thugs will not be able to walk straight for the next few days. The fight this afternoon was fierce enough to make all the beautiful body of Prof.Zain himself feel numb.


Hate is a strong word, but love is stronger.


I don't know when hate turns to love. But one thing is for sure, love is much stronger than hate.


That ingrained belief managed to get Prof.Zain in the vanguard when the girl he was trying to harass was always on his mind. Whether it's love or feelings of pity, which is obvious when Yuna is in trouble Prof.Zain is always there for her.


...***...


Azan Magrib began to reverberate throughout the city, sounding so amazing that anyone who heard the call would shed tears of longing for the Most Merciful God, the Most Merciful.


Meanwhile in the kitchen, Miss Romlah and Ms Rahayu are still busy preparing dinner for everyone. Apparently Raina really enjoyed her visit at the orphanage, the thing she missed the most was her mother, the smell of Rahayu's body made Raina not want to let go of her mother's warm embrace.


"Let go! If your buds lash out because no one is helping him, then we will all starve. You're like a little kid." Said Rahayu's mother while patting Raina's shoulder slowly, instead of releasing her mother's middle-aged body, Raina even more tightened her embrace. In a corner that can still be seen, Romlah can only smile while shaking his head to see the behavior of the mother and child.


"It's mbak yu, I know mbak yu miss Raina a lot. Raina's spoiled attitude like that isn't what yu misses?" Ms. Romlah pretended to look upset, when in fact she was very happy.


"Where's my son-in-law? Didn't you take good care of it? Call him to dinner soon!" Pinta ma'am Rahayu, trying to divert Ms. Romlah from the answer to her question.


Every parent must feel the same happiness, they are happy if their child is happy. And will suffer if his children suffer. Likewise with Rahayu's mother, she never said how happy and blessed she had a daughter like Raina, the people of the sky also know how much love Rahayu ma'am for her soulmate's foster daughter.


Without feeling, Rahayu began to shed tears, happy tears that Rahayu herself could not measure with just words.


Raina arrives in her room carrying the mineral water she placed on the nightstand, not knowing what Sawn was doing until she was unaware of Raina's presence standing not far from her.


Hhmmm! Raina cleared her throat as she walked and sat beside Sawn who was currently still busy with her Laptop.


"Am I bothering you?"


"Come here." Sawn spread out his hand then grabbed Raina's fingers.


"You're the star of my life! Whatever I do, you will always be my first priority. Don't ever ask me if you're bothering me or not, because the answer will always be the same, you never bother me and I'm so happy with you." Said Sawn slowly then kissed the back of Raina's right hand.


"Mom asked you out for dinner."


"Tell me, I'll be out in a minute. I'll finish my work, then meet you at the dinner table." Sawn said with a big smile.


"All right." Raina replies slowly as she leaves Sawn who is still busy with her myriad of work.


While it was in a different place, Ms. Hanum was treating the wound on Professor.Zain's face. Actually, Ms. Hanum felt bad because that handsome face looked pitiful. Bruises and bruises were present on some parts of his face and body, occasionally Professor Zain grimaced with the pain.


It is not that he has an impolite frown, it's just that the face in front of him is too handsome to make Ms. Hanum not bear and end the training that he tried to do on the face of Prof.Zain.


"It's done. Aunt thank you for helping my aunt. This is really a big help. Aunt won't forget it." Said Ms. Hanum while holding onto Prof.Zain's fingers tightly.


"Yuna, baby. Please take Zain to your brother's room. Give your brother's shirt to him." Hanum said to Yuna, who was standing next to her mother.


Not a word came out of the thin lips of Yuna Dinata, only a small nod and then a second floor followed Professor Zain De Lucca behind him.


Sometimes anger is not anger, hate is not hate. Only love is spoken differently. Realizing that Professor.Zain could only faintly smile behind Yuna who continued to walk forward towards the room that was forced by Hanum.


Is this love delayed? Whatever it is I really enjoy it! With you, time goes by so slowly.


Ooo... My heart, how are you? Don't tell me you've turned away? She's not your woman, your woman is in a different place. Prof.Zain murmured softly while rubbing the corner of his lips that felt increasingly sore.


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