Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Misses

"Let the Holy One keep it, Ma."

"Just be it for you."

"Oh, okay."

"Here, you go to bed soon, yeah."

Chequek! Ducky!

The door of the Holy room closed and was locked.

"Mas, it is safe," whispered the Saint at last. I also came out, with a whimper. "Mass? You still here?"

I just cleared my throat, didn't say.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

"It's ridiculous" I said. "Like a child."

"Sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to...."

Silent.

I sat hands down on her dresser chair. While Saints still stood five steps in front of me. It was also pity to see him quiet like that. He can always make my heart melt. I really was like a tiger tamed by him - a beautiful charmer.

I stood up, grabbed him into my arms and leaned his head against my chest. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to make you sad."

Duh, it feels so tortured, just talk must whispers to hold the voice.

"So, now how do I get out of here?"

Sacred shakes. "You don't want to have to go out the front door. But later, yeah. Wait for everyone to fall asleep. I don't want anyone to see you and see you out of here."

I've guessed. I released Saints from my arms, then inched and threw myself into his bed. Resignedly.

But nevermind. I pulled out my phone and started typing...

《 You go home first. Stand by, yes. If I ask to be picked up in the middle of the night, you have to pick me up immediately.

Whatsapp message sent to Billy.

"Here" I said, patting my hand on the bed.

The saint followed his instincts and walked forward, then sat down beside me.

"So, as long as we wait until midnight, what should we do? Hmm?"

I glanced at. "Vanilla hazelnuts?"

"Yes, your favorite, right?"

"You know where it came from?"

"Just a few days doesn't mean I don't know anything about my girlfriend. When it comes to personal matters, I intentionally do not ask. Afraid you're paranoid."

Paranoids. Even he understands that.

I got up, stood up and got out of bed, drank a little and tasted brownie cake with two toppings, some were chocolate topping and some were topping cheese.

"The cake is delicious" I commented. "But sorry, yes, no offense. How can you make it yourself?"

Yeah, he's laughing. "And put on the mixer, Mas. The ingredients are mixed."

"I mean the dose, honey."

"There's no Mbok...."

"Yeee. That's not a name for yourself, but for both."

Again he laughed. "Yes, later if I can see again, I make it special for you. With my own hands, without help ready-pa...."

She stopped chattering as I thrust the chocolate cake to her lips, not getting into her mouth, but enough to adorn her sweet lips with sweet chocolate.

"Jude...!" she cried, then she licked the chocolate on her lips. But it cannot be clean entirely. Because it's...

I cleaned it. Ha ha ha ha's.

"It's clean" I said, after removing my lips that had just wiped the chocolate clean from her lips.

She blushed. "Basic mode!"

"Yes,"*yesahku. "I miss you."

"How much do you miss me?"

"A lot of sand in the ocean" I whispered. "A lot of it."

I grabbed the Saints into my arms and held them tightly. Saints retaliate. It feels warm, and very comfortable.

"I miss you too. Love you's...."