Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
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The same information listed on the six sheets print out the medical examination on my name and Holy name.

The Sacred Face that was originally pale before knowing the results of the laboratory examination was now back to normal. He was able to smile again even though tears still flowed from his eyes - happy tears and a form of gratitude.

"I was very relieved" he said, and we hugged.

Really relieved.

Actually, from yesterday the Saints had stopped crying. He told me he would be sincere no matter what. Including if our test results show positive results. However, it did not mean that in his heart he had no hope. Just like me, there is hope, and of course - we have great hope. However, as an ordinary human being, the end of hope that hangs on to God must be in the form of submission.

But not anymore. In this heart, the feeling that had been chaotic had returned to calm. Moreover, after hugging and seeing the happy smile on his own face, all the burden in his heart felt like a wusssh.

For the sake of Holy happiness, then I will go wherever he wants, including going back to his mother's house and I also had to persuade Billy to bring Indie to stay at our mother-in-law's house.

Well, without much A I U E O, I drove the car straight to my mother-in-law's house. And, just as Billy and Indie got out of their car, Suci and I had entered the parking lot at Mama Rani's residence. Then, not to mention the engine of the car I turned off, Suci had already opened the door and exited the car. Quickly he approached the sister who is now a very large pregnancy.

Practically, I shook my head looking at it. "Yes... Yang, there is her husband. How come you're the one who bothered?"

But good. That way, Billy had the freedom to approach me - - which I initially thought he just wanted to say hello, it wasn't. There's something more important than that: from behind his suit, Billy pulled out a newspaper that was published a day ago.

O Lord, I take a deep breath and release the tightness from my chest. On the first page of the paper, a photo of Lady Sandra who was seriously injured. He died of a hit-and-run. The crash-lander escaped. And, to my surprise, it happened exactly yesterday, just after we met at the hospital, and the location, it was still around there.

Was he hit because I was chasing him yesterday? Or because of his own destiny and negligence? He intentionally wanted to kill himself? Or... anyone deliberately wants to finish his life? Why does this happen, God?

"Our search has found a dead end, Mas. He's already dead. Then how should we do now?"

I'm shaking. "We'd better not talk about it first, Bill. I. I want to ask for help. Please find information about the foster children. What about them?"

"They're sorry, Mas, they've all been entrusted."

I'm nodding. "Where?"