Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Make up

I knocked on the main room several times, but there was no answer. I thought Suci was asleep inside, apparently not. As I opened the door and looked inside, he was sitting leaning on the head of the bed. There were earphones stuck in his ears. Naturally he did not hear a knock at the door.

I walked up to him, slowly releasing the earphones. Yet still, Saints gasped in shock.

"It's me" I said. "Sorry, yeah. I've knocked on the door a few times, but there's no answer." I also sat in front of him.

Sacred nodded, he looked relieved and lowered his vigilance. "I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong. Oh yeah, I borrowed Anne's phone. The GPS is off, not even a simcard. It's okay, isn't it, sir? I just want to hear music. That's all."

He looked innocent, and acted and spoke as he was. I secretly admired. Ah, no. I admire in silence.

"Yes, it's okay. If it makes you happy and comfortable, go ahead. Oh yeah, I have something, especially for you."

Smile expands. "What's that?"

"Attent." I picked up and opened the ice cream I had bought for her. "Here," I said. I grabbed her hand and put ice cream in her hand. "Es cream."

He was immediately carefree, barely laughing. "Es cream? For me?"

"Yes. Special ice cream."

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

After that, with the same joy. He was about to eat his ice cream, but it didn't happen immediately. His vigilance has increased again.

"Are you afraid I'm putting something in that ice cream?"

Although unable to see, Saints lowered his gaze. He apologized for his suspicions and paranoid feelings. Yep, better paranoid, than sorry.

"I was drunk last night. And as for the medicine, I drank the wrong thing. I didn't know that the drink in my friend's glass contained the drug*. Otherwise, I may not be up to. emm."

She shook her head. "I don't think you're harassing me. We are both unconscious. Except for this morning." Then he* a smile.

I don't know why. But it seemed like he meant to joke, because after that he said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

But I was offended. A tad. "I'm the one who's sorry. It's also my fault, because I'm too-"

"Can you forget it?"

"Em, I'll try."

"If you can't?"

"Don't remember. Don't take revenge."

She's a good hearted woman. But still, it's better to be paranoid than sorry. I will not change my decision. He has to stay in my house for a while, it has to be under my watch.

"May I know why you're drunk, and...?"

Sensitive questions. Saints took a long breath. "I was forced by my sister. Chewed on the drink, and I don't know about the cure either. I'm blind."

It's a little unreasonable. "Sorry, why--"

"He's not my real brother. I'm just an adopted son. The rest, I don't need to explain. You must understand."

I-i understand. Such things have happened often, and have become common stories. "OKAY. I understand."

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask you something?"

"certain. Please."

He was shaking, and seemed hesitant. "Why did you call me dear?"

"Emm?"

What am I supposed to say try? Yes, I have to tell you about my dreams. He would think me stupid and silly for believing in dreams.

Ah, suck!