Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Overburdened

The foster children, or nieces and nephews of Lady Sandra, were placed in the same parlour where Mama Sania adopted me. Either coincidence or fate as determined by God, but for sure it will make it easier for me to see for myself their circumstances.

Really, what happened yesterday to Lady Sandra did bother me a little. Although there is a possibility that the accident that happened to him was a pure accident, but the greater possibility that he had an accident on the basis that he was not aware and not careful because I was chasing him, because I was chasing him, it means that this accident was also caused by me even though I had no intention of wreaking him - the point remains - - - the events of this accident managed to harass me, making me feel guilty. However, on the other hand, I was very trying to be ordinary in front of family members. Except in front of the Saints, although I have tried as quietly as possible, but my beautiful wife knows very well how I am. So that at night he asked me to hurry to the room, then he asked, "What's wrong?" tanyanya gently. "Why you?"

I'm shaking.

"Don't lie, Mum. There's something I don't know, right?"

Hmm. He knows me too well.

"I love you."

"I also love-"

"You know that, right?"

"Em."

"That's why I'm sensitive. I know my husband's keeping a load off me, right?"

I'm nodding.

"Mas, I love you so much, you know, right? That's why I care about you so much."

Oh my God, tight. "I know, Honey. But--"

"Do you still love me?"

"Darling. question-"

"Jawab it, Mas."

"Yes, I love, still love. Your question was-"

"Share with me. Whatever you feel, whatever burden you keep, share it with me. That's what I'm for as a wife, a life partner to you."

I'm nodding. "I...."

"Don't tell me you don't want to burden me or any other reason. I'm pregnant, I know that. But that's not the reason for my role to... You understand that, right? Please, share with me."

Oh my, how sorry he is. My silence just makes it burdened. But funny too, she was adorable when she cared so much about me. He made me smile a little. "I'm okay" I said at last. "I'm just tired."

"Then I flinch."

"I'm flirty. Don't refuse."

"Darling. Okay?"

"You're the-"

"Tomorrow we'll talk again, okay?"

"No! You're-"

"Tomorrow."

"Buck...."

"OKay?"

"Em."

"Don't pout."

"Yes, but promise, tomorrow tell--"

"Yes, baby...."

"Buck...."

"Rest."

"It must be hard." Sacred shakes. "Whether you or I, we would have trouble sleeping if we were still this way. Because I know you're keeping something. You're keeping something from me."

Fruit simalakama, I know it. The story to the Saints, or not to tell at all, it would be the same as the result. But I was really tired, there was a feeling that made me, my heart, and my tongue could no longer tell a story.

Well, I nodded again. "Tomorrow I'll tell you a story. I-i promise. But tonight I need some rest, and I need some sleeping pills. You too, I guess. It's better that way, right? So that we can both rest."

Oh, finally Saints agreed. There is no better choice. My body, as well as my mind, need rest, Holy too. My mind must not continue to dissolve in guilt, and I know exactly how I am now - - I cannot be happy on top of someone's death, or just act normal as if the tragic accident wasn't caused by me. I can't. Just as Saints will also not be able to calm down before he hears my story, as well as when or after he hears my story later, surely he will also feel burdened.

There is no best solution but rest, let time drive this destiny in which direction. And in the end, we needed sleeping pills.

Keep your sanity, Rangga. Brain deflections. Compulsory!