Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Revenge Plan

Yeah. I ordered my men to take Rhea and the man she cheated on by land. I want to make them like pets. Brackets them in one room, chains their legs, and leaves their bodies plain without a cloth. I wanted to realize their dream -- to be a pair of animals with wild desires. A really wild desire.

Inside my private room, playing with the ballpoint pen in my hand, I smirked cunningly. "Give them three meals a day, with extra drinks. Whatever, they want to die of thirst, or survive with the courage* that always rises. Let them make the choice. You understand?"

"Understand me, Master!"

"Work!"

"Good!"

I closed my eyes for a moment. "Remember, don't leave any traces. They should be in Jakarta before I return."

"Ready, Master!" the four big men answered compactly, and immediately left - carrying out the special task I commanded.

See, how good I am. And you will always be happy, Rhea. Always happy. I will unite you and your beloved on a soft bed. You can go crazy all the time without having to play hide and seek behind me. Rheas... Rheas. You shouldn't play games with me. Never betray a Rangga Sanjaya.

"Is there anything I need to do, sir?"

I'm nodding. "yeah. You call a lawyer, please take care of my divorce with Rhea as soon as possible. Remember, there is no division of property for the woman *alang. And one more thing, have the waiter pack all Rhea's clothes and personal belongings. Send all that to his parents' house."

I'm silent for a moment. "For a while, place Rhea and Biktor in a different room. Wait after I officially get divorced, just make them a pair of pets in the same cage."

"Good, Sir."

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. The ceiling is made of white acoustics that are suitable for sharp pencils. "I need a break. Now you can go."

"Good." Billy looked down respectfully. "I'm sorry, Sir."

My room was quiet again. While enjoying the vodka in my hand, I went back to reflecting on my life - like five years ago before meeting Rhea, the memories of my childhood and how painful life was once again filled my brain. For several years, I moved from one foster home to another. With any luck, I was adopted by the Sanjaya family. I don't know what my adoptive mother Sania Sanjaya saw - against me, a boy who was branded naughty and always acting out, she said she liked my look which she thought was "blast" -- despite not knowing which country mix, he wanted me to be his son. Yeah, life again tricked me, I thought I'd have a harmonious family, happy and full of warmth, I thought I'd get the complete affection of both parents, but it turns out...

Far from hope.

Tommy Sanjaya, my adoptive father, he was a striped-nose man, who came home drunk every night shouting obscurely and raising his hands at his wife - I had no idea what or why, but I saw her often, the woman I called my mom cried almost every night. Until one night - little Rangga, in order to protect his first love, deliberately pushed the drunk man from the balcony of the second floor to death.

The next good luck, Rangga Little was not sentenced to any punishment for being underage.

Ck! Lucky, right?