Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Nervous

For some reason, it felt like there was warmth running through my palm all over my heart. Feels flowery. My blood rippled oddly and shook my nerves. I'm being misbehaved, like the guy who just fell in love.

Ughhhh! Something's!

"Sorry," I said. "I don't mean to be rude."

I noticed, the girl in front of me was trembling. He seems to be as nervous as I am. "It's okay, sir," he said. "I'm the one who's sorry. And... Sir don't worry. It's just a small wound, really. I'm not okay."

"Emm. We better treat it."

"no need. It's not sick, no."

"Em."

"Em, sir, thank you."

"Yes. It's nothing. Just a little help."

Just sec. I need to catch my rumbling breath in the chest. This beautiful girl makes my heart beat.

"Emmm... Mister?"

I'm turning. "Yes?"

"Master is fine?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"But, like...."

"It's okay. Just a little claustrophobic."

"Is the Lord sick?"

"No. I'm not sick."

"Nervous, Non..," Aunt Merry interrupted.

"Auntie... What the hell is...?"

Aunt Merry just smiled as she put our fruit juices and snacks on the table.

"Nervous? Did ya?"

"No, kok. Aunt Merry was just joking. Yeah, right, Bi?"

"No. Aunt serious. Didn't hear his heartbeat? Hmm?"

Oh my goodness, shame on me. Although the Saints could not see my expression, it still felt ashamed. Haddeh, how am I like this ABG?

"Well, the snacks are eaten, the juice is drunk, and the affection goes on. Auntie excuse me...."

We both smiled. Exactly blushing. "Thank you, Bi...."

"Ah, Auntie. Don't be...."

"Yo wis, Auntie excuse me."

Huh! Dead style. Moreover, Saints do not stop wailing* smile.

"Sir, are you silent?"

"It's okay."

"Just calm down, sir. I don't take everything seriously, though. Sir need not be ashamed. Just relax."

I'm throats. "Yes, let's talk about something else, yeah. You. emm, this, while drinking the juice."

Holy hands and again he trembled a little at my touch. He smiles too. "Thank you, sir," he said after grasping the glass from my hand.

"Can you hold the glass?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So I see your hands trembling."

"I'm fine. Really." He tightened his grip." Let's talk about something else."

Fix it! Now it's his turn to do the wrong thing. His face was clearly red.

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Emm? What do you want to ask?"

"E... anu, after my three days here, do you still not believe me?"

I understand where this conversation is going. "Honestly, I believe. But...."

"Can I go home? I don't feel good about always troubling you and everyone in this house."

Just as I thought, he was leaving my house.

"I don't feel bothered. The servants here are also happy to do their duties, including serving you. So please, don't worry about that. Okay?"

He's nodding. "Honestly, I live here. It's comfortable here. I also feel like I have friends. But--"

"I want you to stay here. I mean, I want you to stay here. Just a few more days, until your mom and dad get home. The please? Want, huh?"

As requested by a girlfriend, Suci blushed. He just nodded and held a smile.

And I'm relieved, plus happy that she's staying at home.

Huh! Bizarrely. Something really is wrong with me. What's the matter?