Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Glimmer of Hope

Woek!

"Geez, you did it again" I said. My dirty clothes were hit by the Holy vomit. "You sick?"

The saint covered his face with a palm, exactly what he did on the plane that time. "Sorry," he said.

I hurried to take off my shirt and throw it in the bucket in the kitchen. "You got in the wind?"

"No idea, suddenly nausea. Dodgy. Amis."

"Where, anyway? You're cooking yourself."

"Don't know, Mom," he said. Then he stood up and ran to the bathroom.

I was astonished, then pinched the fish and put it in my mouth. Not amis at all. Strange, what can't-don't...?

"My," call me while knocking on the bathroom door.

Yep, I called her My, and she thought I was reciting the call with the word May. But whatever it is, the important thing is he's a henchman and doesn't protest.

"I'm fine..," he exclaimed from the bathroom, then he opened the bathroom door a minute later. "I'm just a little nauseous. Please, you don't have to worry."

Nonsense, how could I not worry about it.

"You sick?"

"No, Mom...."

"Continue?"

"What?"

"Don't... What are you...?"

He glared sharply. "What the hell are you...? Don't think anything weird!"

"We're going to the clinic, huh?"

"Relieve it! I don't want to."

"Come on, you don't be stubborn."

Sorry, if you don't like it. But I am grateful that my guess is true.

"Come, eat again. You finish the fish, let me eat some vegetables."

Strangely so. There was anxiety on his face that he was trying to hide from me.

"You'll sleep outside tonight, yeah."

"Why?"

"Mas, we're not married. I mean, we're not husband and wife. I don't want to...."

I'm nodding. "I understand" I said. "What matters is that you're a henchman."

"Anteng, henchmen. I'm not a baby."

But I'm sure there's a baby in your stomach. My kid.

Ah, glad I am. Although it is not certain, although Suci did not want to be taken to the clinic, did not even want to buy a testpack, but I am very sure, the more he came here, the more often he became nauseous. Every day even, every morning - there is no day without vomiting. And from that day on I learned to be a good father-to-be.

"You think I'm pregnant, huh? Until every day you buy fruit like this?"

Don't overstate it, Rangga. His emotions are unstable. I gave him the best smile. "Just hope," I said. "If it were true, I would have done the right thing for our son. The boy is innocent. Aye, right? As a father, I have to fulfill his rights. He deserves my attention. That you?"

"Not knowing." She shook her head.

I just smiled a little. "It's okay. But you want, yeah, milk? I bought you milk from yesterday. Wants, right?"

Ah, leg. Saints nodded. I think my patience is a little sweet. This young lady had already softened a little and was willing to do good to herself. I think she knew and realized she was pregnant. He simply could not tolerate it yet because of the shadows of his past. But let. After all, she did not try to hurt herself, let alone deliberately trying to get rid of the fetus - if there really was life in her womb.

"Thank you" I said. "I'm ready, whenever you want us to get married."

He breathed heavily. "I'm not ready to know the truth. I'm afraid that inside me there's still a desire to resist."

It is so difficult to remove all the trauma. But let....

Let time answer everything. Let time....