The Beauty Inside: Stealing The First Kiss, Get a Wife - Chapter 204

[FLASHBACK, The First Verse. Chapter 118]

“Hehe. Yes.. I’m a new bodyguard.. I just passed the recruitment”. He replied. He also had dimples.

“Are you Miss Aruna?”.

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[Before this incident]

A young man from a well-known family approached Wiryo. The first words he said were so different from most people who met face to face with him. He was an old man who made many people bow in front of him even though he only looked directly at them. Most people preferred to lower their gaze.

“Indirectly, you’re my grandfather, right?”. That statement was very surprising. The young man who was blocking Wiryo’s path dared to speak carelessly. Spontaneously, Wiryo’s loyal bodyguards immediately caught him.

“I’ve fed up with my family. I want to live with you. Even though later I’ll only be your bodyguard like the people who’re holding me now, it doesn’t matter”.

Wiryo just smiled as he watched that young man’s movements.

“You dare to run to me. It means you’re ready to become a traitor to your family”. The old man’s cold voice pierced the hearts of everyone who heard it, especially the young man who was being held. He observed the identity that the young man seemed to be held from the very beginning of the ambush.

Gesang Juang Wenzel.

A familiar name. The surname of the man who left Wiryo and was removed from the family tree. The name before Wijoyo and Wenzel merged into one.

“Alright. Take him to the main house”. Wiryo said and that kid was dragged into the bodyguard’s car.

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That young man was left alone for days in the main house. He protested to Wiryo.

“Why don’t you ask me why I betrayed my family?!”. Gesang occasionally visited Wiryo’s place where he spent his time working.

A good grandfather won’t ask his grandson’s problems when he needs a place to run. Stay here comfortably until you have the desire to go home”. Wiryo always said the same thing when the young man burst into his study.

“Oh, right. My request is not to use the name Gesang in this house. It seems that Juang is also not so good. Find a suitable name for yourself. Wait! Juang? Juan?! You can use Juan”. Wiryo glanced at him then smiled. It turned out that the boy was a little like Hendra. He had a strong will and stubbornness. If Hendra wasn’t mixed with British Genes, maybe his face would be even more similar besides his attitude.

“You don’t want to hire me? I don’t want to be accommodated like a tramp”.

Wiryo watched him briefly then ignored him.

“Or at least you don’t want to suspect me? It could be that I’m a spy from my family”.

“There’s nothing in this place that you can investigate, except for women who are locked up”. Wiryo smiled even more frighteningly.

“Aren’t you afraid I could kill you at any moment?”.

“Clara doesn’t teach her sons and grandsons to kill. She likes paying other people to commit crimes but not for her descendants. I’m sure you can use a gun but you can’t end someone’s life. It wasn’t taught to you”.

The young man named Gesang who transformed into Juan found something he was afraid of from Wiryo. That old man knew more than he thought. Tarantula always thought that Wiryo didn’t know anything. In fact, he understood very clearly why Wenceslas was only holding on. Slowly, Gesang realized the words he heard from his father’s friends.

In the end, this man was cooped up in the main house until one day he was called to watch the movements of one of the trapped women.

The wife of the young master Wenceslas who recently liked to observe the beautiful lake beside the main house.

Until one day, he ran to meet Wiryo, called him with a serious face. The trapped young woman approached the side of the lake differently, closer than before.

“You want to gain my trust? Be her bodyguard”. Wiryo said as he walked quickly, seeing something horrific might happen.

Lesmana’s daughter had wet her ankles. Empty and walked deeper into the puddle.

“Run! Give that kid hope!”. Wiryo shouted, observing from a distance.

Juan made a sound from his footsteps. The girl who realized that someone was approaching her tried to back away slowly. She put her footwear back on. As if nothing happened, he said hello and smiled.

“Miss, what are you doing here alone?”. The man in a black T-shirt and jeans approached Aruna.

The bodyguard named Juan started talking with Aruna, offering the many things she could hope for. As long as she was willing to choose him as a bodyguard.

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[NOW]

“Why didn’t you just show me that you were feeling all mushy?”.

“I can’t do that”.

“Who forbids it?! You’re my wife”.

Aruna didn’t want to answer. She just smiled. Maybe she was lucky. The rain came at the right time. The drizzle was able to distract Hendra who was focused on finding an answer.

She immediately took out her jacket from the sling bag and made it like an umbrella to protect them from the water.

“Ah.. Where will we take shelter?”. Aruna was anxious.

“Don’t worry, Honey. There’s a cave near here”.

“Really?”.

“Yes. The place is beautiful too. Follow me!”. Hendra exclaimed, accompanied by a small run of both of them.

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“Why did you only focus on me? Look! You’re all wet!”. Aruna was worried to see him was soaking wet. Even he was still warming Aruna’s body. They had debated about where the jacket was, that thick thing was more appropriate on whose back, and Hendra insisted he was in good condition.

“Never mind. Don’t talk about it anymore. Your sickness is more dangerous for me”. Hendra insisted.

“What if we share?”. Aruna approached his wet body. She tried to find a way to make him also feel warm. She failed. It was impossible to share with Hendra.

“Huh.. How?! Just use it. I’m fine, Hen!”. Aruna complained worriedly.

“Come sit in front of me”. That man hugged the obedient girl and he could enjoy the warmth of the jacket which covered the shivering body.

“Apparently your idea isn’t bad..”. Aruna’s smile expanded with his hug. His big legs and arms were able to hide almost the entire petite body of her and she really enjoyed it. Together with the panorama of the rising seawater towards the afternoon, the sea coast of Gunung Payung Beach amazed them.

The reflection of the light from the beach panorama was a straight line towards the eye. The panorama traveled through the cornea, down the pupil, and forwarded to the lens of the eye. The compact cooperation between the cornea and the lens bent (refracted) the panorama to focus on the retina.

Beach panoramic photoreceptors were now converting light into electrical waves through the optic nerve to the brain. The brain processed panoramic signals into an image. The perfect image of the blue beach caught by his blue eyes.

Both were stunned. However, there was someone who was more stunned in a different way, namely Aruna. The man who supported her body also lent his shoulders and neck to lean her head. It made the girl’s retina no longer present panoramic photoreceptors of the beach for her optic nerve, but the blue reflection of the ocean on the brilliant blue cornea of the eye. She was amazed, smiling, and brought a hug to the wet body with sparkling eyes.

The stunned person didn’t realize it. That man was still engrossed in observing nature’s singing from the beach waves when the tiny girl slowly gave him a loving kiss. He suddenly stuttered. His lips got a kiss.

“Thank you, Hendra”.

“I’m the one who should say thank you”.

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