Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Two J*lang Women

"This is what you have to do, Jess," I said. "Tell Ms. Stella that I'll talk to her soon. Then tell him to wait. You wait two minutes, then connect."

Jessy nodded. "Good."

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. I could've used the time to gather my thoughts, it's just that's what I've been doing all week. None of my thoughts wandered within a hundred and fifty kilometer radius.

Cringes.

Thank you, Jessy.

I picked up the phone and tried my best to make the impression that I was very busy. He was so busy that there was no time to respond. "Hi, are you still there?"

"I'm still here" he said.

I could tell right away that he wasn't happy to be told to wait. "Wait a minute, okay?"

I told him to wait again before he could protest. Then I looked back at the ceiling. One, two, three....

On the count of fifteen, I again picked up the phone and exhaled deeply.

"Geez, sorry to have to keep you waiting, Ms. Stella," I said, now trying her best to be sorry. "I'm very busy with clients on other channels. By the way, thanks for the food delivery. But really, you don't have to bother for that."

My way of speaking should sound annoying and make illfeel, right?

"Yes, equally. Um, to sound more familiar, can you talk to me-you? The thing is, speaking in my word-you, it seems so formal."

Oh, he's getting so. "Yes, okay."

"Eh, ngga, I tried to call the cell phone number Raymond gave me -- but it turned out to be someone else's number. Not your number."

Raymond... you son of a bitch!

Okay, back to being ordinary. "Oh, sori about that. But it's good of you, sorry - you, don't ask Raymond. He's a crazy cunt."

"Oh, I see. okay, Ngga. By the way, can I have your phone number now? Can, right?"

Oh, you really wow! Aggressively.

I'm sorry, Stell, but I have to ignore you.

Instead of responding to Stella, I thought I'd better go home. And that's what I did.

Chequek!

I opened the door to the main room where Rhea was confined - just to make sure that the woman who was still my wife was in good health and still alive.

She immediately stood up, coming towards me, in a red nightgown, with her long hair beautifully draped, black, bushy, and shiny. She's very graceful -- when you look at her from a man's glasses. Finally, I stood right in front of him. I warned myself not to put my hand in his face.

"Finally you go home too" he said, his voice still sounding alert.

I'm nodding. "Yes, just to make sure you're okay."

It's a little softened. "Yes. I'm kind. How are you?"

I chose not to respond to his question, then glanced at his dinner tray, his food and drinking water had not diminished at all. "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

The silence ends there. His attitude is back on alert. "I'm confused by all this. Why am I suddenly home? And my body hurts all."

I'm silent for a moment. I don't know how my men's early stories took Rhea until she was confused. Or, is he just pretending to be confused?