Sexy Bodyguard Jack
What a Surprise!

That day, after lunch, I spent the rest of my lunch busily in the kitchen. In order to fulfill Bang Jack's wishes, and, also according to James' request, I busied myself with various dishes: meat rendang, chicken opor, and steamed fish again with pepes. The fish that I cooked before had already been spent on my lunch side dish.

Now, in this busyness I question myself: for whom am I cooking this assortment of side dishes -- in the sense of status?

I shook my head because now I feel that I am very despicable. On the one hand I cook a side dish for my lover, and on the other hand I cook a side dish for my husband, even now I start to feel my relationship with both men is an affair. The only difference between the two is the status of marriage. With James, I feel like I've hurt Bang Jack. And with Bang Jack, I realized that now I had cheated on my own husband.

Never mind, Rose, just go for it, and see how it ends. Just hope you won't get pregnant in a quick time-before your life is in a clear direction. You can't be at this crossroads forever.

Yeah, fortunately even though my mind was suffocated by that sense of dilemma, I was still able to finish all my cooking, and then I busied myself with a few kitchens. To be honest, I feel very happy to be able to re-channel my cooking hobby in the kitchen of Bang Jack's apartment even though I feel quite exhausted - the reason lately - for two weeks I was less mobile because I was confined to the pavilion. My body has to adapt a little. I smiled to myself, it's okay to think, for Bang Jack's sake, nor for the sake of making my mentally ill husband disappointed in me. If he gets angry, then I'm done.

And at this time, in order to get rid of the pelu and sticky on my skin, I decided to take a shower and immediately took off my clothes. Turn on the faucet over the bathtub in my bathroom until the water is full, then add soap until my water is filled with foam, I dip myself into the warm bubbles. I was soaking up while thinking of happy things. However, I could not deny, my feelings were instead overwhelmed by a sense I could not understand: something was lacking, and there was a sense of longing, which in the end made me finish my bath. I stepped out of the bath and rinsed my body. After that, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the body. Then, with a small towel in my hand I dried my hair and went to Bang Jack's room.

For a moment, after closing the door of the room I laid my body on his warm bed. Closing my eyes, I re-imagined our friendly moment there. On his bed. Recollecting how delicious and warm Bang Jack's touch - a friendly touch with all love.

But he doesn't exist. How can this miss be erased? How am I supposed to handle it? I am truly tormented.

Then, when my eyes opened again, from my position, I saw Bang Jack's black jacket hanging behind the door. I remember that jacket he wore when he met me in the pavilion.

Overwhelmed by a passionate longing, I got up and moved towards the door. I took the jacket and put it on the bolster on top of Bang Jack's bed. And, like a crazy woman, I hugged the jacketed roll. My tears flowed by themselves.

"I miss you" I murmured, and I sobbed back. But in the end I stopped my tears when I realized that Bang Jack had also installed a cctv in his room. "Geez, he must have laughed at me if he saw me this silly."

But let it be, after wiping away my tears, now I show off a cheerful smile towards the cctv camera, then re-energize and hug Bang Jack, himself in the form of a jacketed bolster.

"Eh? What'sthis?"

A white cloth poked out from his jacket pocket. And when I get it out...

"Dragon...!" my peek.

That's my pants. It's only fitting that I didn't find that thing when I looked for it in the pavilion room. It turned out that Bang Jack took and kept my page in his jacket pocket.

You naughty, my inner. Then strange thoughts filled my heart. I giggled, feeling amused. You know what I was thinking?

Huh!

"Don't tell me she kissed this thing to let go of her longing for me."

Ckck! It was really amused I imagined Bang Jack smelling my scent from that thin white cloth. And, not yet dimmed my laughter, the ringing of my phone called out to me instead. I left my phone in the kitchen. Quickly I went out and grabbed the phone from the table. There's a phone call from Jack Bang.

Click!

"Don't think strangely," he bursts, and his laughter does not fall away. He laughed happily across there.

That laugh made me feel confident that what I was thinking, was what it was.

"Rose?"

"What?" my many.

"Please keep it back. Don't take it home. I beg you, will I?"

Eit dah. I'd love to laugh at him. And that's what finally happened.

"Rose, please...."

"What...?" ask again.

"Stop laughing at me. I'm embarrassed, you know!"

"Yes, yeah. Alright. I'll keep this back for you."

"Promise, yeah. Just be careful if you lie. I'll be so mad at you."

I'm asserting. Although amused at Bang Jack's ridiculous behavior, but I understand his biological needs, will *his passionate desire, and, also his longing for me.

After Bang Jack disconnected the phone, I went back to Bang Jack's room. Still with the towel on my body, I took Bang Jack's jacket off his roll and put it on my body. I wanted to rest, to sleep in his room, on his bed, in his jacket, and to be covered in his blanket. Hugging Bang Jack's bolster, I hope, I'll have a wonderful dream about him. Aboutabout us.

Yeah, though it turns out I wasn't dreaming, but I slept pretty well. I woke up when it was dark. It's past seven o'clock. After my eyes opened and my drowsiness disappeared, my eyes swept back the room. That's when I saw a medium-sized cardboard box on top of Bang Jack's bedroom closet. I was wondering what Bang Jack was keeping in that cardboard box. And what came to my brain were things like mementos, maybe mementos that had something to do with Rose Emerson, her late boyfriend. The curiosity moved me to pick it up and reach for it. I got up and got out of bed. With a wooden chair from the dresser, I went up and took the cardboard box and lowered it to the floor.

Yep, as I thought, the cardboard box contains memorabilia such as knickknacks, shell shells, greeting cards, and such things. I unpacked and looked at the contents one by one, down to the very bottom, I found a plain brown envelope and there was something inside. From the outward appearance, the thing inside the plain envelope was like something insignificant. But I wanted to know what the envelope contained. And I opened it.

The deg!

Astounded. I'm wide in disbelief.

Police identification card.

She...he's a cop?