Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Make up

Yeah. I know there's still something he keeps to himself in his hard head. But it's not good for me to force things. I don't want his softness back strained.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"Cieee. who wants to be called baby."

I laughed a little, while he was throbbing. "Don't tease me," his whine spoiled.

"Yes, yes" I said, pulling him into my arms. I'm willing if I have to keep on caving in to him. "I want to ask you something. You... do you know who the person who threatened you was?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. At that time my eye bandage was not removed. But...."

"But, what?"

"I recognize his voice."

"Who?"

"I dare not call it, Mom. I'm afraid of the wrong people."

"Please, just say it. According to your instinct, who is that guy?"

He looked up at me. "Are you going to kill him? I won't tell you that you intend to kill people." Then he seemed to remember last night. "Oh, my goodness. I. I stabbed people last night. He's not dead, is he?"

I looked back at him. I could clearly see the question marks clearly drawn in both of his brown eyes. That's when I was confused, had to answer honestly or lie?

"No. My men have sent him to prison," I said, I was forced to lie - for the sake of the Holy One. He should not be distressed by his guilt if he knows the real facts.

The saint breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God he's not dead. I thought I was a murderer."

"I want to go home."

"Tell me who the hell is that?"

"Buck...."

"Just be on guard."

"OKAY. But you promise, don't kill him?"

Again, I had no choice and had to nod. "I promise" I said. I know I didn't really say it. I lied just to know the man's name.

The saint cleared his throat, then lowered his head for a moment. "I don't know if my instincts are right or not. But. If I'm not wrong, it's a voice...."

Roy.

That -- the name that Holy triggered based on his instincts to recognize the voice of the man who threatened him after his eye surgery in Singapore. Roy had visited him twice before when he was in an accident. And that was enough for the Saints to recognize his voice.

About that, I'm not too surprised given Roy's closeness to Stella. But he's my best friend. What possible?

Besides because he was my best friend who made me feel hard to accept the reality - indeed the clues pointed to the figure of Roy and can be guessed. But what is the evidence? I don't have any hard evidence to subdue him. No, not to kill him, even without promising the Saints, I will not kill Roy. We have been best friends for over fifteen years. I don't want to just because Stella-our friendship is ruined. It was enough business with Raymond to have Saints, my relationship with Roy had to improve as my relationship and Roby who had been hit by fire because of Jessy between us. They were all my best friends, and I never intended to intrude on their love life. Everything happened outside of my intention, without intention.

Huh! Dizziness!

"I want to take a bath" said the Holy One, awakening me from daydreaming. We had gone home, and he had just come out of his room with a towel and a change of clothes that were draped in his arm.

I stood up and walked up to him. "I also want to take a shower" I whispered as I hugged her waist. "Wake with me, will you?"