Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Lega

Relieved.

Exactly as I thought: that baby girl is not my flesh and blood. I'm not his real father. There is no need to do a DNA test if the blood type alone does not match my blood type and Rhea blood type which is both B, while the baby has type O blood.

However, as I was about to return to the delivery room, I saw Rhea in a weak drooping state. So yes, I can't be too cruel to her seeing her condition like that. After all, she was now a mother. Therefore, I will leave the responsibility of conveying this fact to Mama Rhesmi. I took him out of the room and handed him the important file from my hand. He staggered, sitting in the waiting room chair.

I'm sorry, Ma. Even if it hurts, the truth must be revealed.

I knew how the elderly woman felt, how sick she was when she found out that her child was pregnant by another man - a person completely different from what she expected. Without having to say a word, he understood completely: if his newborn grandson was not my flesh and blood. Not the son of Rangga Sanjaya. She trembled holding onto a piece of information paper about her grandson's blood type: one that didn't match my blood type, nor Rhea's blood type.

"Mama's fine, right? Rangga sure Mama is strong."

There was no answer, he just cried in silence. Holding feelings. Even the Saints dared not say anything. But the facts must be revealed. Even though I have to be cruel.

"Who's father? A biktor? Where is he?"

Oh, my God, how could I say that that man was killed by Rhea, in my house, and buried behind Billy's house.

"You know where he is, Rangga?"

I'm shaking. "No idea, Ma."

"He must be responsible...."

I was silent, Suci was silent, we could only throw one another in silence.

"Ma..," said Suci as she approached Mama Rhesmi, she hugged her. "Not to be searched. No need to hold him accountable. There's Mas Rangga here, right, Ma?"

Huh! Kuhela breathes a sigh of relief.

"Mas Rangga will finance all the needs of your grandchildren until adulthood. We will also consider him as our own son. Yea? We don't need to find someone that even he can't be a father."

Still not able to control themselves completely, Mama Rhesmi who was still hit continued to cry. "He needs a father's confession. She's a girl. It won't be easy for a daughter to be born without a father."

Hmm. That's too narrow a thought.

And it made the Saints feel slapped. He stood up from his seat, crying.

I know, I know very well what Mama Rhesmi said like a sledgehammer that hit her heart. Re-create wounds for the Holy soul that will clearly never heal.

Kuraih, then I put him in my arms. If he could, I'd like to melt all those wounds so he won't feel them again. "Don't cry, pity our son in your womb. Youunderstand? We're going home, okay? You need a break."

Yeah, what if it's a girl? The one who made the mistake was his mother and father. Not son. Born without a father, born out of wedlock, it is not at all the fault of the child. They remain entitled to life and are considered equal-without exclusion.

"Ma, let's go home first. If there's anything, Mama call Rangga, huh? We'll be here again. Rangga will also tell some people to wait here to help Mama."

He just nodded.

And I can't do anything anymore. But, as Sacred had in mind, I had to take responsibility for the child. For I too am responsible for the death of Biktor. I locked him up, because of my revenge he must always be aroused and finally got into a fight with Rhea.

True, this grudge is like never ending. I kept spinning at the vicious circle that bound me in place. And I seem unable to escape.