The Bodyguard's Secrets
03. Home in charge

With a blue sedan and yellow logo bearing the words TAXI attached to the roof, Khaisan arrived at a fence that is barely visible because it is wide open all over. It was a large three-story shop area that specialized in selling electronic items.

Electronic goods and equipment sold are very diverse, in terms of price, quality and level. With customers coming from all walks of life.

However, this business owner is actively supporting the needs of luxury and sophisticated electronics. Which of course targets the upper class users in some mega property projects and this is very tempting. Cut Ha was having a big harvest in his shot this time. His hard work really reaped astonishing resounding results.

Khaisan was standing again on a fence from a beautiful one-story small house. Behind the three-story shop in front of him.

The security guard at the back corner of the store building saw Khaisan. Immediately respond to contact the host through a parallel telephone network installed at the guard post. Reported guests standing on the fence.

A dark-skinned woman, who could be of Papuan blood, or also East Nusa Tenggara, appeared to open the door and exit. Walk quickly towards the fence and unseal it.

"Let's go inside, you!" said the dark-skinned girl with her short curly hair. The logic is very fast and may be confusing.

Khaisan nodded and walked following him behind. The girl was petite and short-bodied which was probably only half the shoulder height of Khaisan.

"Please sit down, you. Still go pray, my lady," said the distinctive and unique-looking girl kindly.

"Thank you" said Khaisan, crashing down on the soft, soft sofa.

"What, you want to? Tea, coffee, milk or mocha, you want?" ask the friendly girl with a smile. Khaisan suspects that the girl who is likely an assistant in Cut Ha's house is not doing much work.

"Moka," said Khaisan who thought there was no harm in receiving the kindness of the house assistant girl.

"Wait a minute, you," said the little girl as she retreated and walked towards the back. Maybe the kitchen is the house the girl is heading to.

"If you need anything you want to eat, just ask him. My room's right there. Your room choose for itself. Mariah's room is close to the kitchen" Cut Ha explained.

"I live in my own house, so I'll assume you don't exist. But do your duty as you used to work to look after people." Cut Ha continued to speak without needing a reply from Khaisan.

"One more time, if I go out, bring me my car," said the beautiful woman for the last time. For it has passed away and slipped in one of the rooms with a clean and shiny white painted door. Maybe it was Cut Ha from that room.

The woman's clothes were covered and polite. Almost resembles a gamis but soft cloth that sticks to the body. Different from the clothes he wore when he first met Khaisan at his parents' house. Pants of cloth form the curves of the body as well as blouse tops that hang at the waist.

Both dress or pants and blouse, both are very suitable to be worn by Cut Ha. Only what makes Khaisan doubt if Cut Ha is the rude and painful woman he believed five years ago was, the veil on his head has not been seen. Cut Ha just tied his hair neatly and wore a transparent mouth mask when he met the head of the bodyguard agency at the mosque.

Khaisan rushed to the room directly opposite Cut Ha's room. Choose as the most appropriate place for a temporary stopover used when bathing, praying and briefly resting. Khaisan is aware that he is a weak human being who needs to rest for one hour, two hours to maintain his health and metabolism.

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Cut Ha is immersing himself in a very fresh soothing therapeutic-scented bathroom. Mariah is very understanding and understands the most appropriate needs for her. Feeling in vain has chosen the indigenous girl from a home assistant agency because she feels compassion for Mariah.

Mariah, a poor 19-year-old orphan girl was taken by her local agency sailing far to Batam Island. Which was then just sold or just thrown by hand to the labor shelter agency on the island of Batam.

Up to eleven months in the agency, no one has been interested in taking Mariah as a worker. The girl with exotic skin and very thin body was very happy when Cut Ha asked and took her to the water from both sunken eyes of Mariah.

The girl who made him feel happy because the smell of the bathroom so soothing, just passed after saying if lunch is ready. Now Cut Ha with other nice clothes is out slowly walking towards the dining room.

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