Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
The Dark Night

But reality is never as beautiful as hope.

That night, it suddenly rained heavily. At exactly two in the morning, and we were all asleep.

Suddenly a sound was heard.

Whatisit?

Nobody said it, but our expressions clearly showed that we were thinking the same thing. Sounds like a broken twig, maybe a footstep.

We all stuck and listened again. Above us, the branches of the big tree were swaying while crackling. Not visible from inside the tent but instinct says so. This tent is under a big tree. But the sound was no longer heard.

The wind suddenly blew even louder. The cold air crawled my spine. I'm not a religious person but I wonder what's going on?

I got a bad feeling.

Brak!

It sounds like it's splitting the wind, echoing through the night. Not a broken branch. It sounds ten times louder. Is it possible that the branch collapsed?

"God! Out!" I yell at four thugs with faces as stiff as stone. We ran away from the tent.

Niente. No branches have collapsed.

Thenwhat?

There, in the hut: the door was broken, and the hinges were opened with a heartbreaking squeak. Then...

Sounded screaming.

"Shoppers!"

I went back into the tent and grabbed my gun.

God, God, God. Justjust please. Please don't be so cruel to her.

My heart screamed with a cramp. While my heartbeat collided quickly with my footsteps.

"Cursue!" my orders.

A man ran through the back door. He must die by the pursuit of Leo and Diego. While I...

Sculpting-a moment. A man was on top of the Sacred body lying in his room.

"Civilized!" my yelling.

Turns out he's dead.

Sacred, with her clothes tattered and torn apart, cried hysterically. A knife in his hand was covered in blood.

"Remove! Buried bodies! Hurry along!"

Simon and Jody moved. There must be no trace of murder that can be traced by the authorities. That man deserved to die.

For a moment I forgot about my ugliness all along. But indeed, that man truly deserved to die.

"I.. I kill people?"

Sacred anxious is incredible. I approached. "Quiet, please, calm down, huh?" the bujukku. I told her to take a deep breath, slowly, trying to lower her anxiety and ease her worries. But vain. She remains hysterical.

"I kill people" he cried, his voice clashing with the sound of rain lashing out at night.

I'm shaking. "It's okay. You just protect yourself, okay? Think the fucker deserves to die. Don'tbeafraid. There's me." I clenched. His face is hidden in my chest. He sobbed and dropped the knife from his grasp.

"Ow...! My stomach...."

"Why?"

"Sakiiiiiit..," he grimaced.

I realized that blood was flowing from his legs.

I want to scream angry. But I can't, my anxiety at the Holy state overwhelms me. The Sacred Body Curse in my sling and I carried it out down the stairs. "Jody, get the car ready! Hurry along!"

Ribs, pricks.

We got into the car and got out.

Goddamn shit! We do not know where the nearest hospital is, at least the clinic. I'm worried not playing. The Sacred Face was completely pale. It droops weakly.

A fool! A fool! A fool! You're so stupid, Rangga....

I'm negligent, I shouldn't have let her sleep alone. What happened made me curse myself.

Am I not worthy to be a husband and a father? Not deserved? Huh huh?

Big thanks's. Life deceived me once again.