Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Netherworld

Well, I'll follow whatever he wants as long as he promises that he'll eat after the blood test.

Thank God, blood tests at two other hospitals showed negative results. We're just waiting for the results of the T-cell test and the doctor's confirmation from the three hospitals. And, as he promised, Holy kept that promise to me, he wanted to eat. And it became a big meal for me, in a restaurant, I stuffed him with a lot of food, but he wanted to eat. And then I asked him to take a sleeping pill. I want him to rest, and his brain doesn't think too hard.

"I just want what's best for you and for our children, that's all" I said.

He wants to obey. "But we go back to the hotel, huh? I don't want people at home seeing me like this."

"Yes. Anything for you."

Oh my God, he wants to cry even more. "I want to live longer" he said. "I want to continue to love you. I'm going to see my son. I don't want to die yet...."

"Sst. We're going home now," I asked.

I took out my wallet and took out some money and I put it on the table. I got up, grabbed my wife's trembling hand and held her to the car. Without a word, I drove the car to the hotel. My throat hurts, and my breath feels tight. Not because of HIV, but because of the sadness and anxiety that hit my wife. Unlike usual, this time I couldn't persuade her, let alone comfort her.

"May not, we spend time with fun things?" holy As soon as we arrived at the hotel room.

I'm shaking. "I want you to rest. The point! And don't argue with me!"

"What if we don't have much time? What if we die in quick time?"

I stared hard at him. Nelangsa.

"Be quiet. Would help?"

"But I...."

"What do you want?"

"I want to take medicine, take a shower, and most importantly, I want to make love to you. Give me a sweet moment. Love me with your madness. I want my tonight. Please...?"

For God's sake he made me cry. I nodded, taking her sleeping pills plus a glass of water for her. After the Saint took the medicine, he took off his own clothes, my clothes, and pulled me into the bathroom. He's the one who started this sad fuck scene. While crying, he tried to enjoy -- as if - was enjoying what he could still enjoy at the end of his life and he would die tomorrow.

Really, it hurts my heart to see her tears, as well as the smile she is trying to develop from her bitter holding lips.

"I'm sleepy" he lamented. His body is weakened, he's stuck in my arms.

And I'm getting soured. "Sleep," I said. "Sleep, Honey. Sleep well."

I could not deny, I was angry, I cried, but I could do nothing but wait for time. I want to laugh too. It felt like laughing at this innocent young lady. His request was as strange as if he really wanted to welcome that death.

While shaking her head, I carried her plain body that was still wet. I sat her down on the sofa while drying her body and hair, then carried her back to bed and immediately covered her.

With my helplessness, I hugged my wife and I lay beside her. "Good sleep, sweetie." I kissed her forehead with love. It was bitter, I whispered in her ear, "We'll be fine. Sure. God is Good, isn't He?"