Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Oh my....

"You seriously want to take care of Rhea's son if she dies?" I asked as we walked down the hallway to the front of the hospital.

Saints nodded. "Seriously. If you allow. I can definitely share that baby's affection."

"OKAY. How about we just take care of Rhea?"

Plaque!

Saints slapped my shoulders, and his eyes immediately glared. "You want to kill people, use intent, anyway?"

"Well how else? He's a parasite, anyway!"

"Parasites so, that's your ex-wife, lo."

"Hmmm...."

"Fact, right? You loved him and spent a long night with him." Saints chuckle. "Now just say parasite, if first? I love you so much, Rhea...." His lips cut open, mocking me.

Ew...! You see, this time my wife sucks!

Yeah, well, it used to be my stupidity. It doesn't have to be reminded, does it?

"I'm surprised, actually. How could he, yes, ask me to persuade my husband to re-reflect with him? Your ex's weird. Pretty-beautiful, how is her brain minus-cress? Her again, how could you ever fall in love with her?"

Hmm..again Saints laugh full throb.

Anxious with the tearing, kurema*strongly her fingers in my hand until she squealed. "It hurts, you know...!"

"Eat him. You don't-"

A veiled woman hit me as we headed for the parking lot.

"Sorry, sorry. I accidentally-" her words were interrupted.

I realized, from his face covered with a veil, his eyes were wide at me, and that's when I realized that I knew the look in his eyes, as well as his voice. She's Lady Sandra. I'm pretty sure of that. And the moment I mentioned his name, he immediately ran the ridge avoiding me.

"Hey, wait!" my yelling.

I was chasing, but...

"Damn it!"

However, as I turned to face Saints, he was trembling staring at the piece of paper in his hand.

"Darling? Why?"

He did not say, and I realized, now his face was as pale as a corpse.

"What's that?"

I took the paper out of my wife's hand and saw Lady Sandra's name on it - a piece of medical information from the hospital. And...

How surprised I am. The woman was declared HIV-infected.

Oh my God.. Am I too? Was that why Lady harassed me back then? To transmit the virus to my body?

Instantly I imagined myself lying weakly on the treatment bed with an infusion hose dangling in hand.

Frustrations. If I am infected, then Holy? And my future son in his womb? No. gabe. This is impossible. I'm healthy, and we're all fine. Sure. This disease is not likely to infect me. Not likely. Goddamn shit! Goddamnit! Fuck you Lady!

I was shaking indistinctly. I'm upset. I fear. Horrified, and all sorts of indistinct feelings ruled my mind. Unknowingly, I could not control myself until I shouted there, provoking the attention of those around us until they stared in astonishment.

"We must check ourselves, too, Mommy," said the Holy One. "Come on.." her voice trembled. His pale face was now covered in tears. I know he's scared now.

I'm nodding. "Quiet," I said. I tried to fight my own fear in front of him. "We're. We're gonna be fine. Yeah, yeah, I know. We're gonna be fine. I know the virus can't be detected too early. But at least, at least the lab results of that time were fine, right? Who knows.who knows now the result will also be good. After all these few months, after that incident, we're healthy, right? No complaints, right? We both never even got sick. Please, please take care of your emotions. Our son's the boy in your womb, honey. Please, we can control ourselves, okay? Trust me, I'm sure everything will be fine. Relaxed. Okay well? Calm yourself. I beg you, dear?"

The saint nodded uncontrollably. "I still want to live. I want to give birth to my son. I-I want to have a chance with my son. But, now-"

"Shhh.. relax, honey. Calm down."

And, at that moment we embraced. My usually extraordinarily tough wife, is now in fragility. His body trembled, then he was shaken - - crying as he pleased in my arms.

I hope You will help us, Lord. Help us through this storm....

I can't escape, I'm crying too. Really, I am no less anxious as what the Saints are feeling. In fact, nothing yet, this fear made me despair. It was so desperate to deceive myself and hope: this was just a nightmare in my sleep. When we woke up, we were both fine.

But the "question mark" in plain sight - is terrifying. We are not dreaming.

How should I, God?