Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Depressions

Since the Holy womb had already entered the end of the second trimester, we had already returned home to our own homes. And, that morning, Suci was already busying herself in the kitchen after we had breakfast. When I asked her what she wanted to cook, she said she wanted to cook chicken rendang for Mama Rhesmi.

"You're too good, you know! That's why people use it so often."

He just smiled. "There are you who determine nothing about me, what I can and cannot do. How can anyone use me?"

"Yes, it's up to you."

"Okay, Masku Darling. So I can, right?"

"Ep. But watch out, don't get tired. Poor my son in your stomach."

Again, the Saints smiled. "Yes, Mas..," he said. He used to hear my fuss about the health of our son in his womb.

At lunchtime, we immediately went to the hospital. Mama Rhesmi was very happy to receive a special dish cooked specifically for her.

Another mother, another with her child. When I tried to be nice to Rhea who already knew that the baby was not my flesh and blood, Rhea was still acting annoyingly.

For God's sake, I sincerely apologize to him and realize whatever happened to him and the Biktor was also because of my contribution, because of my revenge for his betrayal and his affair with the late Biktor. "I promise," I said, I sat down beside her bed. "I'll help finance all your son's needs. And I will also be responsible for his future. I promise, Rhe."

"But it's not just the material we need."

"Stop, Whe. Don't-"

"I need you to be my husband. I need you to be the father of my son. Please, let's refer to it, shall we?"

Cobalt. I stood up with a little emotion. "You know for yourself how I honor my wife. With you I was faithful, especially now to the Saints." I shook my head in astonishment, how unhappily the woman was. "You cannot be loved."

"The ladder!" He got off his bed as I was about to pull Saints out of there. Unexpectedly, he grabbed the fruit knife from the table and threatened me, pinned the blade on his wrist, then he said, "Why would I live if I couldn't be with you like I used to? I need you, Rangga...!"

Basic sets!

"Please, Holy, please persuade Rangga...."

Sacred shakes. Unserving.

"Awhile, Ma'am...."

"What?" the litching.

"Try testing first, if necessary directly on the neck."

"Bad you, Ci!"

"Lo's? Where is my fault? You want to die, right? Go ahead. I'm willing to be a surrogate mother to your son."

Rhea windy. "Damn you!" snapped it. And, instead of continuing to commit suicide, he was about to attack Saints.

"Cinting!" roangku.

I managed to fend off his attack and accidentally pushed him until he fell on the floor. His knife fell, and he was injured in his lower abdomen. Painfulness. Hearing Rhea's scream, Mama Rhesmi rushed in and became hysterical. And not long after that there were doctors and nurses who went into his ward.

"What's this?"

"Depressed patient, Doc. He was about to attack us with a knife" I said.

"Everyone please come out" said the doctor. Then she told the sisters to get rid of the knife lying on the floor and gave Rhea a sedative injection.

Outside the room, I shook my head in annoyance. "I'm sorry I'm still being nice just because of her current status as a mother. He does not deserve to be pitied. I'm sorry, I won't see him again. Just die, guys! Mad chick!"

"Mas...," Sacred rebuked, she glanced at Mama Rhesmi who was crying in front of the ward door. "Don't talk like that, pity...."

I shook my head, disagreeing with Saints. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the hospital. "Sorry, Ma, we still have business, excuse me."

We walked away, leaving Mama Rhesmi who had to endure all the suffering of her daughter.

God is funny sometimes. Why aren't we the only ones given good, long-lived biological parents? Totally reverse.