My Bodyguard

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I am finally back!

I'm back to my favourite place in the world and I miss my loves.

"Stop caressing those tables, weirdo." I pouted, looking at Sugar and she just snorts, mumbling that I'm weird under her breath after squeezing me so hard because she missed me.

Joe didn't let me work for 2 months and I was bored to death but I am extremely happy to be here.

I finally get to experiment all those recipes that I created during my break!

"No heavy lifting, no picking up whatever dough, definitely no mopping or sweeping." These were the conditions for me to get back to work and Joe even put up a notice on the board.

I occasionally mop even though we have cleaners but I'm touched. I'm so happy to have a loving and caring family of my own.

I had tart doughs, so I decided to experiment some new flavours, focusing on them and I had a full but gentle paced day.

I was constantly reminded to take it slow.

"What is that smell?" Henry just bursted through the backdoor, sniffing around like a bear in cartoon and I chuckled, pulling out the tarts.

"I made passion fruit tart with coconut pecan pie crust!" I said showing it to him and Sugar just bursted in, having the same sniffing action as Henry.

They really are made for each other.

"I smell coconut."

"It's the tarts. I have some testers. Can you please make me some topping cream? I'm going to arrange these at the front." I said wanting to take a croissant tray but Henry quickly took it, giving me a look.

"No heavy lifting— your husband will punch me on the face." He said in a very obvious tone, aa if he would do that.

My Aarav is the nicest man. He will never hurt a bug.

So, Henry put the tray at the front, making me say a thank you and I wore my gloves, arranging them beautifully.

I just love arranging the pastries, smelling them and watching how beautiful it looks.

My babies.

I arranged them one by one, aligning them and the door bell dinged, making me look up.

"Welcome to-" I stopped midway, staring at the boy and he stood there, staring down at me.

I put the tray down, trying to be as calm as I could, turning around, wanting to leave immediately.

"I need your help, Dhidi." My breath hitched when I heard him calling me sister.

How dare he?

How the hell did he think he could call me that?

"I know you're angry. I heard you were in the hospital and wanted to visit you but your friends didn't let me at all. I hope you're doing good, Dhidi—"

"Stop buttering me up and leave. I don't have anything to give you nor can I help you. Please leave." I said as patiently and calmly as I could, taking in deep breaths in between.

"Dhidi—"

"Don't call me that. Don't." I spatted, giving him a stern look and he had a sad face, nodding his head.

"Can you please listen to me for 5 minutes? Please?"

"No. I'm busy and I have customers, please leave-"

"Mom is sick. She has kidney failure." I stared at him, trying to understand why is he telling me this?

"And?"

"I need your help. We all tried for kidney transplant but my baby sister is too young, mine isn't a match and so is dad's— I think you would be the only match." He said with a pitiful, desperate face and I just stared at him, being in disbelief.

"A match meaning that my kidney would be the only one that could help your mother?" I questioned and he nodded his head, mumbling a yes.

I want to laugh.

This is not funny but I want to laugh. I really want to laugh.

"No." I turned, walking away but he grabbed my arm, making me look up at him with a glare.

He instantly let go of my arm.

"I'm sorry— but I really need your help. Please! Please at least check once, Dhidi." He begged me, gripping on my hand, looking so desperate.

"No."

"My baby sister has been crying non stop, Dad has been out of it since he knew and I don't know what to do or where to go, Dhidi. I beg you, please, only once— just check to see if you're a match. If not, I will never—"

"What if I am?" I questioned, looking at him and he was teared up, staring back at me, looking like he doesn't know how to answer my question.

"I-"

"I just miscarried 2 months ago. The day you came here, I miscarried, being in so much pain and you know who came? My family— not you or your mother. My friends that have become my family and my husband that stayed strong for me. Did you asked me why I went to the hospital?" He stares at me, shaking his head.

"Because it's not important to you and I know where I stand in your life. So, the answer is no, I'm not going to check my organs for someone that doesn't even want to acknowledge that I exist." I shook my head, trembling in anger, in disappointment and tried my best to be brave.

I am really on edge.

I am trying my level best.

I turned around, going back to the counter and he just gripped on my arm.

I looked at him and he was crying.

"Dhidi, I'm sorry you went through that. I'm sorry I didn't ask but I'm desperate. I want my mother to live. I can't see my baby sister crying everyday. Please, Dhidi. Please— Mama could die. I can't imagine my life without Mama. Please.." he was crying, gripping on my arm and I stared at him.

Why do I always put in a place that I should feel guilty?

Why do I constantly feel I'm the fault?

"Let me go."

"Dhidi, please. I'm sorry for whatever Mama did— help me, Dhidi-"

"Whatever? You think my life was whatever but your mother is important?"

"I don't even know what I'm saying! I'm sorry! Just help me, please— I beg you-" he was on the floor, sobbing, begging for help and I was trying to be strong.

I'm not a strong person and the one thing I hate the most is watching someone cry. I hate seeing this huge teenage boy cry desperately asking for help but-

I just turned around, leaving him, glancing at Henry that had a stern face, Sugar that was focusing on us and I glanced at the front door, finding Aarav standing right there.

I stared at him and he looks at me, mouthing that it's okay.

He was here.

I quickly went to him, not being able to control myself anymore.

"You supposed to be a good person! You're so mean! So selfish! That's why Mama left you!" That boy just yelled and I froze in my place.

I just tuned out after that, turning around, watching Henry drag him out and the boy kept yelling something but I couldn't hear him.

I felt myself being embraced but I couldn't digest it.

I keep hearing ringing sounds in my ear.

"Ira?" I looked up, finding Aarav had a concerned look. He's the one holding me.

"Let's go home, okay? Let's go." He said kissing my cheek and I leaned on him, nodding my head.

I want to go home.