Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Nyess!

There are hardly any empty seats in the economy class cabin. Under normal circumstances, I would regret that the empty chair was not right next to me, because I never shared an armrest with any beautiful woman. I mean, besides the past - with the past. But not this time, I'm happy to be next to the beautiful girl who already occupies an empty space in my heart.

During--before takeoff, I sat quietly in my own seat, until Billy finally managed to get another passenger seat that was positioned right next to Holy. I moved and sat there.

Remember, how much I am and how I love this girl. Until Billy had to go along with the ridiculous actions, begging the understanding of a woman's lungs to change her chair with me, in the name of love. As if upholding the name of love - or not wanting to sit in the back row, the woman was willing to give her seat to me - a chair beside the Holy, where she was sitting in the middle.

Well, finally, on this flight, I can sit right next to my girlfriend without her knowing, sweet surprise, right? The plane took off.

"What do you want to drink?"

I looked up at the flight attendant - tired, tired, bored half to death, but still trying to be friendly. He and his carriage finally reached my place at the back. "I asked for ginger ale" I said.

Spontaneous Sacred straightened his shoulders, his heart must have almost jumped upon hearing my voice suddenly beside him.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Saints as the stewardess's gaze sweeps open cans over the train, then bends down and starts opening drawer by drawer.

Sacred turned. "Mas Rangga? You're here?"

"Who, Ci?" ask the woman beside him.

Without knowing it, it was her mother. Foster mom. You stupid Rangga! A blind girl is allowed to sit alone on a plane.

"Sorry, Sir. We're out of ginger ale" said the flight attendant.

I'm nodding. "There's another canned drink?"

"There's still one can of sprite."

"Now there is no more."

"Mas.safe...."

It took him a second to realize that that's how I said, "Yes, thank you."

After I got my drink, as well as the two women next to me with their own orders, the flight attendant pushed the carriage away, I turned back to the two women sitting next to me.

"This is Rangga the photographer?"

"Y-"

It must be quick, before Suci asserts and fabricates a stupid story in front of the woman he calls the mother.

"My name is Rangga Sanjaya, Aunt."

"Owner of Sania Property," chimpanzees Suci fast.

"Oh, Sania Property?"

I thought --his expression implies interest, I thought he was interested in getting to know me further until my access to his family was wide open. Apparently not.

I'm mistaken.

"That's the office where Raymond worked, lo, Ci."

Damn it!

"Raymond?"

I'm dumbfounded. But it shouldn't, considering I've guessed this from the beginning. But still - - this fact makes my heart feel sagging to the stomach.

"Yes, Raymond Dwi Anggara. He works in Nak Rangga's office."

Wait, I have to drink my drink first. My throat feels dry and choked.

"Yes, I know Raymond, Auntie. He's one of the best employees in my office, and my best friend from college."

Sacred lowered his head limp, in his heart and mind must have been very tense.

"Tante knows Raymond? A relative?"

"Yes, she's a Holy fiancee."

"Oh," I said - trying as quietly as possible while Saints fell silent a thousand languages.

Yep! The girl did not answer. He just pecked. A statue!