Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
The Requited Taste

"So, what do you want to ask?"

I stopped laughing, then cleared my throat to get serious. "Emm. I'm confused how to say it, but really, I feel like my feelings are real. Do you feel the same? Even a little, is there a taste for me? Just little?"

Honestly, I'm not playing around, or I'm not in doubt. Deep down I felt what was going on. I can feel it everywhere. I'm crazy about the Saints.

He's nodding. "I, too, feel it. Not knowing, just a momentary feeling or just simply because of comfort. But...."

I kissed her forehead. Long and wholehearted. "Thank you, whatever it is, there's still plenty of time to convince. Makes you feel completely sure. For sure, I want to be with you. I want to have you, completely."

"have? As what?"

Of course I can't say as a girlfriend given my status and my age that's not ABG anymore.

"I want to marry you. Make yourself my wife. Say yes, please? Be wife. Please, Holy?"

Instantly a reddish tinge appeared adorning his cheeks. "I want to," he said.

"Seriously?"

"Em, I'm serious. I want to be Mas Rangga's wife."

"Trims." I hugged her body tightly, and I kissed her forehead once more.

"But later, yes, Mas. I talked to my parents about you, about us. Okay?"

"O-ke. What if I go straight to them? At least get acquainted."

Sacred shakes. "Let me talk to them first. After that, I met them. Give me some time."

I breathe heavily and exhale slowly. "Well, if you think that's best."

"thank you. By the way, what time is it?"

I glanced at the wall clock. "Almost eight."

"Oh, my goodness. I never wake up this night." He immediately sat down and held down the blanket-covering his chest. "I'm hungry."

"No need. We'll go downstairs, we'll eat down, yeah. But I'm gonna take a shower first."

I'm asserting. "alright. Come on, I'll help you to the bathroom."

"Oh, no. Let me take a shower myself."

I grinned. "Why? Embarrassed? I've seen it all. We're even...."

"I knew. We have committed that sin. But, regardless of whether we do that with feelings or not, I definitely do it to help... Mas Rangga's. The rest, remember, we're not married. We are not a legitimate couple. So.. please.. You get out first."

Yeah, maybe you consider him a saint as his name suggests. But to me, she is a good girl. "alright. I respect you." I peeked at her forehead once more, then stood up. "Bathroom on the left" I said. "Don't go right, there's broken glass. I'll ask Anne to clean it up, and help you take a shower."

"OKAY. Can you please get me my clothes, Mas? I don't know where you put it. It's gotta be on the floor."

Is correct. It's on the floor. "Let me get you a change of clothes."

He's nodding. "Sorry, it's been a hassle."

While picking up clothes on the floor, I said, "No, really. Don't worry, yeah. You're my future wife. My soulmate. There won't be any word of trouble."

Again, he smiled shyly. "You're so sweet."

"Yep. Only to people I love very much. You." I took a towel, then opened the door. But...

I didn't go out, exactly put off. I closed the door again, as if I had walked out of the room. I want to see Saints and make sure that he can get to the bathroom safely.

Before moving on and out of his blanket, he smiled, beaming. Then murmured, no-he prayed-a prayer that touched my heart.

"Please, God, I want to be able to see again. I wanna see it. And please, give me a chance to choose, and decide my own future. Aamiin's."

Aamiin, I assure you of his prayers in the heart. He got out of bed, then fumbled towards the bathroom. In my heart I asked, what was the meaning of the prayer he had just said? Inevitably, it led me to Raymond's matchmaking with his fiancee who he said was now blind.

Relax, Rangga. Even if that's true, Raymond dumped him. He's mine now. A girl as good as her doesn't deserve a guy like Raymond.

I'm not a good man, but I love him - regardless of his limitations