The Charm of My Hot Bodyguard
Heart Story

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At his favorite cafe, it is a special place for Azkia. There are many stories that cannot be forgotten.

The place he always visited with Harvey, the man who had disappointed

and hurt his heart.

Azkia's eyes were fixed on a woman who looked anxious. At first glance he glanced at the circular round object on his left wrist, then took a sip back of the liquid that was in the cup in front of him. Sometimes staring at the heavy rain falling outside the window.

Wait around!

A very boring and saturating job!

'That woman must be waiting for someone special in her heart!' mummified Kia. 'Either long ago or still just finished one cup of the drink he ordered, ' Kia's monologue continued to look towards the woman.

An hour passed, but the person he was waiting for did not come. If there are words of wisdom that say that there will be rainbows after rain. But not for that woman.

Perhaps his heart was tired of waiting for the rainbow to rise in his eyes. The heavy rain changed into spots that left only water that did not fall at the same time.

There was a voice of a Cafe employee who came back to his desk to offer drinks or other food. But only a headband was the woman's answer.

"Thank you, no need to fill the empty cup again," finally the woman voiced the rejection that had been offered by the Cafe Officer.

"No need to worry, ma'am. This drink has indeed been provided for every cafe visitor who is still faithfully sitting here," Cafe employees provide an explanation according to the rules that have been made by the cafe owner.

Jonathan was sitting in front of Azkia who was separated by a table. Staring straight at Azkia, then turned to follow the direction of the woman who was silent before him.

"Eheem.." Deheman Jonathan unfolds Azkia's focus.

"What?" netra Kia.

"Is your fate similar like her?" silly questions are also thrown from the lips of the bodyguard who is always with him.

"Same what! Be different!" rejected by Azkia.

"But, the look in your eyes means it's not that" jonathan chuckled. "Even arguably once felt the same disappointment as the woman there," pointed Jonathan at someone not far from them.

"Huh, you know! Paranormal!" azkia then sneered.

"And I'm a psychic who can read your mind and heart" Jonathan replied casually.

"Come on, start craping! If you want to hit it, don't go far! A writer hides not so!" azkia Oceh.

"Who said?"

"I said just now, Bambank!" upset Kia.

"From a divine level that will create beautiful works collected in a novel story that is favored by favorite readers who always wait in the next chapters. Whether it's the purity or sadness that is contained in every scratch of his work. A writer's mood booster can also come from positive comments from favorite readers. It can even drop to the bottom of a precipitous abyss for a handful of readers whose julid will be the work of a new writer crawling," Jonathan told Azkia who heard with gawking lips. He never imagined that a Jonathan could also say that.

A second later, Azkia's gaze returned to the table where a man with a white rose was now standing and offered to the woman who had been waiting for her and said only one word, SORRY!

The woman simply fell silent, did not answer and also did not receive the white rose proffered by the man who was still standing in front of her.

Azkia blew her breath. He grumbled until he was heard by Jonathan.

"Huh! Just an apology from the man's lips!" grunts.

"If I were that woman, I would have made sure. I ripped his face off!" admonish Azkia while *********** the tissue in her hand.

"He's not you" replied Jonathan flatly.

"Huff!" kia's hand hit the air.

"Male is the same! Always use the word magic, SORRY! I'm sorry it can treat a wounded heart!" cerca Azkia as if calling out her heart vexation.

Azkiah moved from his seat. Then walk towards the toilet.

"I'm sorry" said Azkia, who nudged the elbow of the man who was about to drink coffee from a cup close to his lips.

The man had just felt the smell of coffee flowing into his brain to dampen the emotions of his soul, as the woman decided to end their relationship.

The man got up and cleaned his wet cloth pants by a coffee flush that he had not enjoyed.

Feeling guilty, Azkia immediately grabbed the tissue on the table, then immediately knelt to clean the men's pants and cleaned the broken cup scattered on the floor.

The two of them met. The man tried to remember the beautiful face of the woman standing before him, now.

Azkia was also shocked by seeing the face of the man who was now observing her.

It was like finding a pearl on the bottom of the ocean that he had long dreamed of. The man immediately mentioned a name without any more hesitation.

"Azkiah?" his screeches.

The owner of the name mentioned only looked at the man's face deeply. He still had not found a single name in his brain. Until the man mentions his own identity.

"Relax! Great Bramantyo!" call repeatedly. Until he mentions his full name.

Azkia examined the man's face, looking at it from the right and left sides of the body trying to convince him.

"Are you really Great Bramantyo?" Azkia still can't believe it.

"Yes, I, the Great Bramantyo. One of your big fans, Azkia," he replied again.

Azkia smiled shyly, her face met with a red glow. Crop the files that are scattered trying to be collected again.

"Sit down first, Kia," the Great invited Kia to sit down with him at a table. But Azkia only answered with a smile.

"Friendly friend?" tanya Agung who could immediately guess Kia's mind.

"Eh, yes. Not a tap-friend," Azkia's words floated.

Agung immediately grabbed him. "Daughter?"

Azkia shook her head slowly, "Not."

"Then, who?" seen on Agung's stiffened face stared intensely at Azkia. Because from his gaze, the man seemed to harbor feelings for the woman standing before him.

From afar Jonathan nags to himself. "Damn it! Who else is a man? To compete with Jonathan! Oh, sure can't! Azkia belongs to Jonathan! No.. No.. The others!"

"Who is Azkia? Did I interrupt your date?" asked the man again, shaking Azkia's hand to wake the woman from her daydream.

"Eh, I don't have a date. Again the same bodyguard I," Azkia replied somewhat doubtfully, afraid of the thud, offended by her words just now.

"Ohh, just a bodyguard. I thought your lover," Great laughed briefly.

Suddenly from the back of Agung's body, came a man who deliberately nudged his shoulder on Agung's shoulder.

"Only a bodyguard, but not an ordinary bodyguard!" sahut Jonathan with his baritone voice, until almost all visitors to the cafe looked towards the three of them.

Azkia glanced at Jonathan, then shook her head.

"Meet me, I'm Jonathan. A guard bodyguard and the owner of Azkia's heart!" he said firmly without hesitation and the slightest lie in Jonathan's eyes, when saying those words.

Azkia swallowed her rough saliva, then narrowed her gaze towards Jonathan.

"Darling, let's go home. It's late tonight you're kidnapped!" jonathan said insinuating the man who was still dumbfounded.

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