Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Hysterical

They are not robbers or people who happen to pass by. It seems they were deliberately sent to disturb Miss. From the dead man's cell phone, there was a phone call from Singapore. It's probably their boss. But we didn't manage to trace his identity, boss. The number listed is based on the identity of the dead man.

Simon's report was still ringing clearly in my ears the next morning. My head hurts because I barely slept all night. My heart sank to see the girl I loved lying weakly with an infusion hose sticking out of her hand. Even when I remember the life of my future son who drifted. I am angry at the people - whoever he is hiding in Singapore there. My grudge is burning. There can be no one else, I thought. Definitely Stella.

That night, Diego and Leo kept watch in the Holy House, for I feared that my enemies would again send men to terrorize me. Simon and Jody stand guard at the puskesmas. Last night I called Billy to send more bodyguards and order more guns just in case.

The good news is that his mother Suci and Indie have returned to their home. I even asked them to come and persuade Suci that he would return to Jakarta. They agreed. They will come, he said. I think that the woman was actually very fond of Suci, it's just her condition was squeezed that made her have no choice until she was forced to ask Suci to sacrifice and accept the match.

Ah, whatever it is, I'm pretty sure Suci would have listened to that mother figure who had educated and raised her. Whatever it takes, I will continue to convince Saints to stay with me and continue under my watch. Although his mother could only come in two days because she had to check up her health first to the hospital. Be I to endure all the emotional stability of the Holy that morning.

I just got back from the bathroom and went back into her ward. Seeing that Saints had woken up, I sat down next to him, but he immediately threw his face away. His eyes were blank and he just stared out the window.

"How are you doing? Is anyone sick?"

His tears started to drip, he sobbed slowly. "How does it feel, Mas, to see the woman you love almost raped? How does it feel to lose the flesh blood that you love and are waiting for its presence? Hm? What hurts? Sick no, seeing the woman you love crying hysterically? Depressed? Depression? Sick, right? That's what someone feels for what you did."

"I know everything!" voice screeching. "I think you're a good man, Mas. But it turns out, you're evil. You're vengeful! You cold-blooded killer! Butwhy? Why am I so in love with you?"

I breathe heavily. "I can explain" I said. "It's not what you think it is. You don't know, do you, the full story?"

"OKAY. Now tell me, tell me from your version."

I'm rattled. Should I explain everything to the Saints? I know, whatever my justification and my self-defense, still, what I did to Stella-it was wrong. But...

I finally told you. I told Saints everything from start to finish, even the part where I apologized to Stella. Also about all the terror I've had since I committed that crime on Stella. All, without exception.

"I beg you, please forgive all my past, please?"