Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Suffering

I was on my way to the Holy Village the next morning, and it felt so stifling to remember everything Billy said last night. The good news is only one, that the two men he sent down the Lahat region - had already discovered the existence of the Saints, the information was a great relief. But the rest of the information...

Painful.

The first information, regarding the fact that before Suci arrived in his hometown, his mother had died. It made Suci depressed, mentally and psychically disturbed, losing two people at the same time, also losing the mother who took care of him since infancy, who threw it away after the death of his father. All of that made him sad for a long time and live a life without spirit.

The second information, my people said, is the possibility of his eye surgery failing. Sacred Eyes are disturbed. He didn't stare at the focus when my men asked him to talk. That fact makes me regret my stupidity. I should have found it sooner. He should have done three check-ups after surgery. But in fact not even. He never checked up. And...

Third information, information that was very painful when I heard it: Sacred wants to forget his past. There he introduced himself as Mayang. And he said to my men, he does not know a young man named Rangga.

Damn it!

He wants to forget me.

This trip took a long time. Moreover, before heading to the Holy Courtyard village in the Lahat area, I had to meet someone first to buy five firearms. One for me, and one for each Leo and Diego who come with me, two for Simon and Jody, my men who watch over the Holy House. Billy didn't come, I entrusted all my work in Jakarta to him. Yep, just to equip yourself. I don't know how the security of the foreign areas I'm going to. Of course, if there was no checking system at the airport, I would not have to bother to get a new weapon, and could just continue my journey. But the truth is, I'm not the man in the comics who can get through the airport with special treatment. I also don't have a license to own a firearm. In other words, what I'm doing is illegal.

After a long journey and took more than seven hours, I finally arrived at a small village located in the Tanjung Sakti area. Suci lives in the home of his late mother, a small cottage made of wood - which is far from the urban hustle and bustle, surrounded by plantations with almost unpaved roads.

I stared at the cottage made of thick wood. The place was a bit shabby but well-maintained. The neighborhood around his house is still very quiet. I need to add, let alone the ATM, even the minimarket I last saw is very far from this place.

Luckily my men have conveyed the situation before, so Aunt Merry, Anne, and Mbok Sari have prepared all our needs.

"You can definitely live for a few days there, son," Aunt Merry said as she loaded my car with suitcases and all our necessities, that is now more and more after Leo and Diego bought a lot of drinks and instant food, including wine orders Simon and Jody who had already spent the night in the area. They say the atmosphere at night there is very cold without blankets, especially without women. They need wine. And we all know, it may not be easy to persuade Saints to return to Jakarta. Not in twenty-four hours. And...