Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Just a Plan

"Mas...?"

"Shhh...."

"But...."

"I understand. But don't talk about it, yeah. I respected you. In my eyes you are still a good girl, a holy one. We just have to wait, once we get married, there will be no more obstacles. You are entirely mine. And I'll be free to touch you, any time."

Sacred smiled, barely holding back a laugh. I practically asked why. "I remembered the sentence you said yesterday, the strength of a man in his thirties. Lucky, yes, I, met you," he said, giggling.

"O yeah? Am I not the lucky one? Get you beautiful, young, and...."

Eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Virgin...." I leaned over and blew the word into his ear.

Again his body trembled. I can feel his nape goosebumps.

"Mas...,"*results. His hand fell down. "Just a second. Please, huh?"

A request?

"What?"

"Please...?"

"Want to?"

"Em, I want to."

"Darling...."

Hmm... he whined, "Please? I know the risk, maybe you'll think I'm cheap. But I want to."

"I'm going home now, okay?"

He rolled sideways, turned his back on me. Sulking, maybe. Maybe also shame.

"You're just cold" I said. "There may be no regrets. But ask the bottom of your heart, under normal circumstances, what is wrong?"

He turned his body again to face me. "I know it's wrong. But I like your touch."

My throat feels choked. "We're getting married soon" I said. "Patience, okay?"

Saints nodded. I stretched out my hand to put out the room light, and turned on the sleeping light beside me. Lau hugged her, she put her hand comfortably on my chest. Well, we curled up hugging in the dark, sheltered in a comfortable wide blanket. If only we could continue like this.

"Darling, I'd like to follow you to Singapore after you have surgery." The Saints were about to interrupt, but I prevented it. "Listen to me first. I want to meet you and your parents right there. I'm afraid you can't talk to them directly. So, let me do it. Please?"

The saint remained silent for a moment. But he finally nodded. "But after my operation was successful, huh, Mas? I don't want to if I can't wiggle later. I don't want my parents to break up our relationship just because I'm blind, on the grounds that I've never seen your face, and don't know anything about you because I've never seen your house, where you live, where you work. And. to be honest, my parents would have judged you materially. I'm...."

"Okay I get it. Is that what makes you hesitate to bring me up with them?"

The saint slammed into my arms deeper. "I'm afraid you're offended when you find out my parents. I'm sorry, not that I'm vilifying them. But...."

"That's it. I get it, and don't bother about it. What matters is that you are different. You love me sincerely, that's what I want." And you are also willing to be my life companion and willing to give me offspring. That's enough. You are not their real child anyway.

Sacred thud. "Mas, I want you to promise me one thing."

"What?"

He took a deep breath. "You have to promise me, no matter what happens, no matter what my parents respond to you, please, don't leave me. Fight me, Mas. I beg you. fight me any way."

"definitely. I'll fight for you, from whatever and whoever keeps us from being together."

Not even anything, now we've fought together.