Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
ABG!

I can only nod and say. "Let me know as soon as possible, yeah."

"Em, definitely. But...."

My eyebrows shrivel. "What's wrong?"

He's pounding raucously. "Mas, I hope you're not paranoid about me anymore. I want you to trust me a hundred percent."

"What's up, honey? Don't beat around the bush."

A thin smile was engraved on his lips. "Better we sit down first, yuk?"

"Well, okay. Come on." I guided her, directing her to sit on the bed. "So, what? Say."

He fumbled, then grabbed my hand. "When I tell you about us later, my papa will definitely ask a lot. What is your full name, where is your home, where you work or what business. What do I have to answer, Mas?"

"Darling-"

"No need to answer if you object. If you're afraid of me...."

"I believe you, honey. My name is Rangga Sanjaya. Remember, Rangga Sanjaya."

"Okay, Mas Rangga Sanjaya. My name, you already know, right?"

"Know, dong. Your name's... Holy Sanjaya. Holy Madame Sanjaya."

He chuckles. "Seriously, dong, Mas...."

It's easy to make him happy. I smile. "I know, your name is Sacred Nugraha. I know from Aunt Merry. Keep going.. about me, I have a property business, Sania Property. And-"

"Sania Property?"

"Mmm-mmm...."

"I've heard of it. But... whose name is it? Ex-wife...?"

It was my turn to laugh. "You, I'll say yes, you're jealous."

"So, yeah?"

I kissed her hand once before answering. I love that he has a little jealousy in my past. "Ehm, Sania is my mother's name. The first love of my life. You don't mind, do you, do I use my mama's name?"

"I'm just asking, Mom. You don't have to ask like that. It has nothing to do with me" said the Saint, clearly relieved.

Geck! Geck!

"Holy?"

Auto panic! Wh who?

"Lo, isn't it...?"

"Mas, please.. You hide first, huh?"

Actually I'm reluctant. But the panic of the Saints made me feel pinched. I have to act like an ABG.

As if I had no choice, I ended up hiding in the closet. Huh! That's how my fate is to love that girl. Never imagined before, if a Rangga Sanjaya who is cold and respected by many people, even so tame and obedient to the young girl who is still very young.

"Ma," said Sacred after a towering voice as she opened the door of her room. "Don't Mama go, huh? Said there was a show with Papa? But, how?"

The woman stepped in, and I grew concerned.

Bodoooooh... once! You idiot Rangga!

"Mama's not feeling well, so Didie accompanied Papa. Oh yeah, it looks like you were chatting. Chat with who?"

I'm sure Sacred was confused, it took him a few seconds before answering. "Emm.. was the Holy Call, Ma."

"Who's phone?"

"Call with Mas Rangga."

"The ladder? Rangga who?"

"That, Ma. Photographers. Suci never took a photo shoot with him."

Oh my goodness, honey. You even made up stories.

"Oh, okay. Mama rest first, yeah. You go to sleep quickly. Our flight's at nine in the morning. You don't fuck up."

Sacred agreed, and I thought that meant done, and I could get out of the closet. But it turns out...

"The lock padlock is open?"

The saint was nervous. "Emm. maybe the Mbok, Ma. Want to clean the glass, forget the ngunci."

"Yes, maybe. But this is called careless. Danger, know!" the words I heard clearly from the closet.

After that, there was a sound of a locked padlock.

Oh gosh....

"The lock is Mama's already installed. The key is to let Mama keep it."

Original, I'm locked up here!