Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
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"Aunt understand. But she seems like a good girl. Maybe he wouldn't do that. And Auntie thinks she's the kind of person who will keep her good name, as well as her family's good name. So Auntie thinks it's impossible that they're going to bring what's going on to the media."

I shook my head again. "Everything's not what it looks like, Bi. Yes, as my aunt said. Lf it doesn't? This is sure to ruin my good name."

"Son...."

I squeeze my hair hard. "Better paranoid, than sorry."

Aunt Merry nodded. Surrender. "So, how do you want? What do you think is the best way to solve this problem?"

"He should stay here for a while. Until he's clean. And even if he were to leave here and want to do a visa, he could no longer prove that I was...." Kuhela took a deep breath. Uneasily. "If it is I who have done wrong to him. I. I have abused him. I took away. I took away his girlhood. I should how?"

The loving old woman patted my shoulder slowly. "Auntie understands, son," he said. "But if you're like this, it's called being selfish. You mustn't force your will, let alone lock him up here."

"I know I'm selfish, Bi. But I have no choice."

He breathed heavily. "Let's go explain to Saints."

Oh, his name is Holy. But now he is no longer holy because of my actions.

"Hopefully he can and will understand. And hopefully he'll stay here for a while."

Again. I'm nodding. "Thank you, Bi. Aunty is always there for me."

》We have to meet. I'll wait at the usual cafe in half an hour. Significant.

Oh my God, what's this? Why did Roby suddenly ask me to meet? What's that important? About him and Jessy?

《 Okay.

Half an hour later, Roby and I met at the Starla Cafe in the morning. I got there a few minutes early. I stood outside, lurking inside from the crack of the wooden-colored plastic curtains.

When I was about to go in and find a table, I saw Roby. He sat at the back table, at the very corner near the door to the toilet. It was a typical summer day: hot, arid, and boring. I hope this weather doesn't affect the atmosphere between me and Roby because of what happened in the hospital yesterday.

But well, that day Roby looked fragile. He sat alone, struggling with his own thoughts with his head lowered plus, with his hair slightly tangled.

I watched him as he walked into the cafe, hoping he would see me. But still, his gaze did not move. It seemed that he was thinking of something very heavy as I approached him.

"Rob?" I said.

Only then did he raise his face, and at a glance I saw both of his eyes. His eyes were deep - very deep, almost covered in shadows. And that pair of eyes gave the impression of "tired."

He invited me to sit down, and we sat in silence for a few minutes.

Weird, right? What's up with him? And for some reason, I became restless thinking about what Roby was going to talk to me about. I sat down and watched him. Actually, he also looks just as restless and just as glassy as I am.