Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
The Young Girl

I just need to be vigilant. For a while do not go to the bar, nor do you order food from the outside, either, nor would anyone trust anyone for all the food and drink that went into my body - other than food and drink in and from home: the cuisine of Aunt Merry and Anne.

After meeting Stella and returning home in a state of annoyance plus a sense of guilt that undermines the life of an innocent fetus, that afternoon I went to the office, busying myself with my work, and, checking all the work I gave Billy a few days ago. And everything's good. Except for one: former secretary Roby who wears SD child clothes, aka lack of materials.

"From tomorrow, change your clothes with more covered clothes."

The girl gawked to get a reprimand from me. Then he observed himself. Maybe for him I was strange to reject the beautiful scenery that he presented before my eyes. I don't know, maybe it's just on my mind. It could be, for him, his appearance was a natural and ordinary thing for a girl who works as a private secretary.

Name's Karin. And like a secretary in general, she is beautiful, in terms of face she looks very graceful, actually her appearance is so neat and elegant, also with branded items, she is very fashionable. Unfortunately, his thighs were quite exposed. I don't like. I'm a normal guy, probably too normal to be afraid that smooth white thighs are causing dirty thoughts to my brain. But it's better to prevent, isn't it?

He's nodding. "Well, sir," he said.

"If you still don't understand what I mean, learn from Jessy. If you need to wear a loose skirt that is below the knee length."

Again he nodded. "I understand, Sir. Tomorrow I'll look better."

Goody. It's like it's good.

After all my work was done, I quickly left. Don't want to go anywhere. I just wanted to go home and call my Saints, who were eating at her house.

"Why?" my many.

He sobs. "It's okay. I'm just worried because you don't have news all day."

Oh my goodness. this girl. Hmm. the risk of being in love with a young girl. I know, he's afraid that I'm a con man who's just playing with his heart. The man who gave her hope, and left her just like that without any news.

"I'm just busy in the office, honey. It's I just got home."

"I promise you forever. Don't think weird. Don't cry. You will soon be a wife."

There was a soft laugh across the street. "Yes, Mas. Sorry, yeah, for my parno."

"Yes, but not often."

"Yes, Mas. I'll try."

"By the way, are your parents home yet?"

He's cleared his throat. "Yes," he said. "But I haven't been able to tell you about our relationship. You see, I was confused how to start. I'm afraid Papa asked me when I knew you, where. I'm not good at lying. But I can't be honest with the way we met...."

"I understand. How about I-"

"Mas, can't be. Please, you understand."

"Hmm. Which is best you think. I'm coming with."

Again desaha*Holy is clearly heard on the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, huh?"

Excuse me.

That word almost every night I hear. We were just chatting on the phone, just hearing each other's voices and stories. Without progress.