Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Stella Again's!

I admit Stella is beautiful, even comparable to Rhea. But far from the bottom of my heart, I realized -- I had no feelings whatsoever for her. That interest is only because she's beautiful, sexy, and obviously just because of my man's passion. As for a more serious relationship, I must think a thousand times about marrying a woman like her. He was too open and open his body.

But this time, once again the words of the girl in my dream reminded me that it was important for me not to ignore the female figure around me. So, all right, I'll take a call from Stella.

"Hi, Rangga," said Stella from across the street as I received her phone call. "How are you?"

I could hear the doubt in his voice as soon as he spoke. "Well," I said. "You?"

"I. good. It's good to hear your voice again."

"Em, what's wrong?"

"Oh, does it sound like you don't like it?"

"It's not so."

"Can't I miss you?"

"Stell's...."

"Why? You don't miss me?"

"You know that."

"Oh, yeah. It's my fault to ask."

"So, what's up?"

"I just got back from Paris. I bought you something."

I'm silent for a moment. "There's really no need to bother" I said.

"Please, I know you have everything. But isn't it not good to refuse a gift from someone?"

I smiled amusedly. "Oh, extra persuasion."

"Yes, I hope you don't behave like a proud man who rejected me."

I really want to do that.

Not getting an answer, he again said, "Rangga, are you still there?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please, just for a second."

"Stop that...."

"Don't refuse, okay?"

"Em."

"You promised not to ignore me."

I heard him breathing agitatedly on the other end of the phone. "I want to see you."

"Okay, okay. Where do you want to meet?"

"My house. Can you come?"

"Emm...."

"Please...? I beg?"

"Yes, yeah. good."

"Good!"

"Well, it's afternoon. I still have a lot of work."

"No problem. So--hmm--- in my house."

"OK, I guess-"

"We're having dinner together."

"Huh?"

"Don't forget, I'm waiting for you."

I grimaced on the phone. "alright. We're having dinner together."

"good. See you soon."

Tut!

Stella cut off the phone. I threw my phone to the couch. I move on, get into my private room. Lying my body on the bed and putting a pillow over my throbbing eyes.

Uh! My head hurts.

But I made a promise, I chose to keep it. I came to Stella's house to see her. Once there, the door of the house was open. It was not yet dark, the sky was still golden red, beautiful twilight. New time shows at half six in the afternoon.

But shit. The house was luxurious, but the bell was fussy. I called out Stella's name a few times, no answer. The house was embalmed in an English-language musical sound that I myself did not know what the song was. That sure sounds sad, like about solitude and loneliness. Never mind, don't respond. I'm not even a music expert.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I cried while stepping in. "Hello? Ms. Stella?"

I again exclaimed, and this time there were footsteps coming from upstairs.

"The ladder? You there?" a voice came from the top of the stairs.

I looked up. "Is there anyone else you're waiting for? I think it's good, I can go home."

"That's bad," he said, scowling. "Don't belittle like a cocky man in front of me."

He rushed down to me, grabbing me with a super tight hug plus a cheek peek. Oh, it's too intimate for a friend's size.