Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Suntuk

"Lu still want to hear something else?"

"What?"

"The lady in the stables."

"Why? What happened to her?"

Raymond straightened his back, and both of his arms were lying on the table. "Once again I reiterate, we are not gossiping, just telling something that is 'What it looks, not necessarily what it really is, ' in the eyes of society he is like garbage, like garbage, but not for the seven children he fed. I'm not justifying what he's doing, yeah. Maybe for us, he still has a choice, can do anything important halal. But to him, life is a dead end."

I'm nodding. "What are his children?"

Raymond shakes. "No. They're all his nieces. His missing sisters."

Spontaneous my forehead frowning. "Disappeared? Disappear where?"

Raymond laughed with a slight shake of the head. "Married to another man, unplug, stop, no more contact, while their children were left alone. Lady could not if she had to do good work to support the seven children. Yeah, that's his choice. I'm not saying this is true. I can't blame the lady either. That's the path she chose."

I nodded, in my mind it flashed: it should have been that the check I gave you yesterday had been much more than enough, even much more so for them. Again, I hope for something good - hopefully he can stop supporting those kids by selling his body.

I nodded my head again. "That's what friends are for. Thanks for all your stories today. That opened my eyes, Ray."

At once it makes me feel tight. I'm guilty.

And it was because of that guilt that I felt sorry for, and then decided to drink.

We also went to a bar that was probably the most lively bar in the capital. The air was foggy from so much cigarette smoke, and the place was crowded with a mixture of people who wanted to pop and was already shaken. So said Raymond.

To be honest, I'm not a stranger to the night world. It's just that I don't go to such places very often either because I think a good husband is better off spending his free time with his family, not an obscure swagger and come home early in the morning drunk. However, my stature, as well as the burden of piling up thoughts made me feel depressed and without a second thought I agreed to Raymond's invitation. I went with him to just forget the burden of my mind - even for a moment. Without A U I E O, we were sitting at the bar table.

The bartender made our order. He already knew what Raymond wanted: whiskey without ice. I ordered white wine.

I was only mute as long as the bartender filled our glasses. Raymond finished his drink in one go, then ordered another glass, as his eyes continued to stare fixedly at the hot girl who was crazed on the floor - - - enjoying the music. After finishing the second whiskey glass, he said, "Gue wants the girl."

I remained silent, even though I heard and understood his point. He wanted to mean that he wanted to take the girl to bed and fight all night with her to the point of being tired and satisfied, then, next they would sleep together in a plain state under the same blanket.

Yep, he's the bed adventurer.