Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Lousy

Thirty minutes later, when I returned to the main room, the beautiful girl I did not know her name had finished her bath. Aunt Merry had already given her a new outfit - one that was actually for Rhea. Now her face is without a face, and just as beautiful. She has natural beauty without makeup. And what I liked most was her thick eyebrows, pliable eyelashes, and reddish lips. It's all so natural. To be honest, she had beautiful eyes.

"Bi, where's Taun... Whose master was that?"

"Master Rangga."

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Rangga."

"Master Rangga is here."

"Oh, right here. Where's where?"

"I'm here" I said.

I was standing by the window earlier, before Aunt Merry helped her comb her hair. For a moment, the girl was stunned. She stood up from her seat in front of the dressing table and turned towards me, to the source of the sound she heard.

"Son, I'll excuse you."

"Yes, Bi. Thank you," he said.

"Please bring breakfast here, yes, Bi."

"good. Excuse me, sir."

I nodded, then looked again at the girl in front of me after the door closed. I realized he looked a little nervous. But he managed to keep his calm well. As he inched - - which I admit, he did very well - and bowed - with vigilance, as if he were dealing with a criminal who was threatening his life.

Or is it?

And like him, I couldn't open my mouth. I was at a loss for myself how to behave, so I kept quiet, silent where I stood.

I could see he was thinking. This man she had never seen wanted to talk to her - both in the room. A stranger. The stranger owns the house where he is currently.

"Don't worry, I'm not as scary as you think. By the way, I'm actually quite tame," I said jokingly.

He smiled briefly. "sorry. I don't mean to seem very suspicious. Just--"

"I understand. Now is an inopportune time. I mean, we met at the wrong time, really this is a meeting in the wrong way. I'm sorry."

He was silent for a moment. "To be honest, I would love to say, is an apology useful? My virginity has been taken away. You've snatched it from me."

I breathe heavily. I feel like I can't answer his words. "I'm intoxicated. You also. And we are both under the influence of drugs. I'm really sorry for everything that happened. That's a mistake."

"Then this morning?"

Oh my God, how do I answer that? I'm getting confused. "Emm. that's. You. Your sleeping position is overlapping me. Emm. I'm sorry if my words offended you. But seriously, when I shift your body, you stretch your legs. I'm sorry if I'm impressed like an asshole who can't help myself. But I'm a normal guy. I'm...."

No more words. After all, what kind of self-defense is this?

At the same time and in the same moment, the girl shook her head from earlier, as if rejecting reality.

"One more time I'm sorry, miss. I'm not trying to harass you. But things...."

He's nodding. "I get. Although I don't remember the actual incident, but I'm trying to believe in you. And..if you lie to me, take advantage of my drunkenness last night, that's okay. Everything has happened. It was my own fault, I was drunk, - and blind."

Is correct. Why would a blind girl come to a bar? But how can I ask that question.