Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Bitter Getir Life

I wanted to tell Jack that I love him too. But my tongue is crabbed. I don't understand what Jack's affection for me is, it's possible that his affection is like his missing sister. So, I don't know what kind of love I have to say to her, what kind of love it is. I didn't understand my feelings at the time.

After Jack hugged me, he told me to go to sleep, so that my fever would soon heal and my condition could quickly recover. He came out of my room, and then, moments later, I heard him out there angry. Her voice boomed.

"I've left it to you, why did you fail? You should've watched him and stopped him. It wasn't that letting him climb into such a dangerous place. You.. outrageous! You underestimate my orders. Fucking idiots! You're...."

Horrified, I don't hear it anymore. I put on my clothes, then lay on my side, curled up under the covers. I regret. Because I'm Jack to scold his friend.

And, after that, Jack wouldn't let me out of the room. He told me to stay in my room, watch DVDs or just listen to music. In fact, that night it turned out that she was sleeping in my room, on the couch. And every time he woke up, he always checked my temperature, and then he compressed me with warm water.

Thankfully, the next morning I was better. My heat has gone down a little. But, still, I went back to trouble Jack. Early in the morning he told the waiter to deliver breakfast for me, I was given porridge and a bowl of warm soup. With a little coercion, Jack bribed me and made sure I finished my meal, then Jack forced me to take medicine. All day Jack accompanied me and watched me in the room, he kept by my side and only left me twice and that was just a few moments. And the rest, he was in my room even though he was busy doing his job - - with a laptop in front of him. He communicates with others more often by telephone. That day, we didn't talk much. The situation and atmosphere between us was suddenly awkward. Perhaps the main cause is: because of the incident when I fainted, when Jack removed clothes from my body. I don't know how Jack looks at my innocent body. I even thought, maybe he. ah, hopefully not. And I think Jack still doesn't feel good about it. Or perhaps, he regretted not taking a chance in the narrowness, and, or, did he continue to think of my innocent body in his filthy mind as a man? Shadows, right? Eh?

In the room, I just watched the DVD in bed and let Jack fiddle with the data on his laptop, whether he's doing anything. He looked serious when dealing with a laptop so I was reluctant to disturb him. At lunchtime, he told me to eat alone, he was still busy he said, and, by the time I fell asleep, maybe he was having lunch at the time. Thank goodness she ate with me at night.

"If we eat while chatting, it doesn't matter, right? I have something to ask you," I said. I tried to break the silence and awkwardness that had been going on all that afternoon.

Jack nodded. "What do you want to ask?" tanyakanya.

"Emm. but sorry, yeah. Don't be mad."

"That's about your job. Why do you work as.. sori kuralat, I mean, why do you work at the place... You understand, right, I mean? It's a dark business. Bad business. That means... sorry... emm...your income...?"

"I'm just a bodyguard. More precisely the head of the bodyguard here. My work is casual, just organize and order my men. My salary is promising, I have a lot of free time to connect to the internet, with social media. Looking around, maybe I can recognize my sister among the billions of people who use online applications. Or perhaps I could cross paths with my sister as I travel, wherever I go, wherever my feet rest. With this job I also do not have to think about where I should stay, what I should eat, or who takes care of everything I need. I don't have to think about all that. Want to eat to eat, clothes also stay choose in the closet because there are those who take care. I can sleep anywhere, on the ship, in the hotel, in the headquarters, even I can sleep in the car that is always provided wherever I go. Now you get it, Rose?"

I'm nodding. I totally get it. Even I understood why he was so angry last night and could be angry at the other bodygyard members. It turns out they were all Jack's men.

"In that position, money, and time, I had to risk my life when I had to intervene directly in an important task. I could have been shot by a bullet and died on the spot. That big risk can happen anytime, anywhere. But, if I had to work and have a good income, which is not from a dark business, would I have plenty of time to look for my sister? I've even asked reliable detectives for help, but there's been no results. Niente. No trace of anything was found. But, my mother believes that my sister is still alive. Every day, he waited for his daughter to return. Tell me, how should I?"

Jack stopped, he looked at my face which seemed to be listening to his story. I'm shaking. I can't make any comments on him.

"I'm a boy, I have a responsibility, whether or not my sister finally finds it, but my job must be to keep looking for her, right? Imagine, if I work as an office employee and have to do a written order from the boss, or I choose to run a business, I have to think of a way to grow the business. Obviously, my time will be consumed by such things. Anyway, Rose, with this job, I can recognize the black world out there. Perhaps my sister was kidnapped by someone, part of that dark business, maybe she was in a hotel, a nightclub, a brothel, or somewhere else. I'm not sure my brother is in the hands of a good man. Otherwise, it would have been that the person would have taken her home, or taken her to the police station to search for her family, or to look for information about missing persons. Even if he had died, a good person would have reported about the body, or. For sure, I was just doing my job as a big brother. I'll keep looking for him, no matter how small the possibilities."

Jack was down, and on the other side I was full. If only I had an older brother like Jack, a loving man.

"I'm sorry, I look so whiny." Jack rubbed his glassy eyes.

Not felt, my eyes also glazed to hear the bitter story. There is a bitter taste in my heart. Really, the bitterness of my life, that's not how much. There are things that are more bitter than my life.