Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
What a Beautiful Morning

What a beautiful morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Holy's beautiful face was still at peace in her sleep. A thin line of sunlight sliced his figure in half, so that the entire left side of his face glittered and his hair became reddish-brown.

I grabbed the phone that was at the end of my head, took a beautiful portrait of it. Not for nothing, just to look at her if one day I miss her. A moment later, I grabbed her hand, and stuck my finger in the lines of her palm. He woke up, and a thin line of smiles expanded in silence.

"Holy," I said. I took a deep breath and my heart started to beat faster. "I love you."

Sillier. Without further ado and A U I E O blah blah blah, can I just say love? You, strange Rangga.

He put on a shy smile, then turned his face away, and I swear - I saw him blush. Very cute, typical young girl who just fell in love. "I don't believe it. It's just that, between us, our relationship begins...." The saint raises his shoulders. "Master must understand. It's too soon to talk about love. There's still plenty of time. Love is not just a matter of bed or comfort for a moment. Don't tell love that our hearts are still not sure."

"I understand." Then I cleared my throat. "About last night, are you sorry? You hate me?"

She shook her head. His smile implies sincerity. "I never hated Sir. Not for last night. Honestly, if you remember that it was wrong and sinful, yes I regret it. But the rest are not. I sincerely help Mr."

"Don't feel disgusted at me?"

"Not at all. But next time be careful. And if you can, sir don't go to the bar anymore."

"Em, okay. It won't be anymore. I-i promise. And. Thank you for not hating me. I'm also very grateful for your help last night."

The saint held back laughter. "I-you?"

"Emm. yeah."

"Good too, sounds more familiar."

"What about baby?"

"Yes, sir, anything is fine."

"Can't you call me sir?"

"Then? What's?"

"Dear."

"Eh? Baby period?"

"Yes, okay. Anything can."

"Your face supports not being called a mas?"

Kinda ticklish. And actually I feel unworthy to be called a mas who impressed Java or Indonesia. "May if you want."

And I don't want this to end. Not want.

Scroll the blanket that covered our bodies, then I inched closer, tilted my body and hugged her innocent body wrapped in a blanket. Really, I just hugged her, wrapped my hands around her waist under the blanket. "I want to hold you longer. Can, huh?"

She trembled like last night as I took off her clothes and carried her to bed, even as she lay under my body.

"Em, can. As long as you don't-I mean, uh wrong, I mean. I mean origin Mas Rangga does not consider me...."

A little sassy, I kissed her shoulder.

Ughhhh! He's a little snapped. "Buck...."

"will not. In my eyes you are a good girl, you are also sincere. Really am. Don't feel low in front of me. Yea? Please...?"

He smiles. "Thank you, Mas Rangga."

"May I know, why do you care about me? Until you're willing to sacrifice yourself for me?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "For sure I don't want Mas Rangga to be tormented because of the medicine. Please, don't think I did that solely for *ex. I-i-"

"Shhh...."

"Mas...?"

"Thank you for your concern."

"Together, my mother."

"May I ask you one more thing?"

"certain. Just please. Rangga wants to ask what?"

"Emm...."

"That is, yeah. Not asking, let alone repeating last night."

What???

Geez. I got giggled. The outspoken attitude of this beautiful girl seems funny. Adorable.