Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Dead Knot

"Well, we've had breakfast. Now's time. Hmm?"

Oh my goodness, my wife suddenly became a binder.

"Come, Mas...."

"okay." I nodded, then cleared my throat.

"Buck...."

"Yes, honey...."

"What's? Stories...."

"Your heart's ready? A heart? Mentally? Psychic?"

"Buck...."

"Ready, no?"

"Yes, Mom...."

"OKAY. Alright. Actually this is not-"

"Go to the core!"

"What of you?"

"Buck...!" her voice shrieked while I was shaking.

He's so funny!

"Don't be long...."

"What? Tomorrow again, dear...."

"Geez, you pervert!"

"Lady Sandra is dead."

"Huh?"

"That's right, he said straight to the core. You, anyway...."

But Saints are still sculpting, inevitably I must stand up from my chair to calm him down. I hugged him tightly while stroking his back. "Please" I said. "Don't be surprised, yeah. Relax, yes, honey. Don't worry me. Relax, yes. Can you, right, honey?"

"Yes. Yeah, Mas. Lt could. I can." He nodded, obviously still in shock. "For God's sake, I didn't expect it to be that fast. I thought HIV...."

I took off my arms and I shook my head. "No," my voice choked. "It's not HIV."

"Lo's? How come?"

"Oh.. Why even?"

"Yesterday, near the hospital. Maybe...."

"Maybe... what...?"

"Maybe it's because he's scared because I'm after him. Maybe...."

"Mas. Don't. I don't know. I don't know what to say. But. please, you don't feel guilty. I-i-"

"No, kok. Don't worry about me. I mean. yesterday yes, last night, the point is now that I feel a little better. It's ok. I'm fine."

Sacred nodded, she hugged me back. And we've been in that position for a long time. "Everything will be fine. I'm right here. I'm with you."

"Thank you, honey. Thank ye. I need you, always need you by my side. Don't ever leave me, no matter what happens, whatever I intentionally or unintentionally do, huh? Promise?"

Again, the Saints nodded. "I promise. I-i promise. I will always be here, on Mas Rangga's side. I promise I will never leave you. I'm not going anywhere."

That's enough for me. I trust my wife completely. He just wants my loyalty. He can tolerate all my mistakes as long as I make them unintentionally. Without the intention to harm others.

"Get me to the parlor. Wanna, huh? The please? I want to see the state of her children Lady. I want to make sure they're doing well, I hope they're doing well."

Saints breathed deeply. He was willing to accompany me. Even more than accompanying, she can count on. He could approach the children to talk to them. Meanwhile, I went to the caretaker. The new people I didn't know, who felt foreign, were as alien as the buildings themselves because they had undergone many changes. However, on the other hand, in my memory, all the dark feelings that once enveloped my life were still very clear. Those memories seemed to be vying to appear and cross my mind. But it's okay, I have one sweet memory in the past, in this place, where Mama Sania used to come to me: her face, her smile, and the gentleness of her hands caressing my face, rubbing my hair, she said, everything still feels so clear. The way it was holding my hand, then giving me a warm hug, it was the only sweet part I could never forget from this place, the place I was currently traveling to. The past feels real in plain sight. It was like a movie scene that was re-imagined before me - one that only I could see. And at this moment, I look back on those memories - in reality, the real version: in the Holy Self. Because, she's exactly Mama Sania. He was so gentle with the children of the home. And seeing it that way, my feelings were deeply touched. He's amazing.

"How's it?" I asked when Suci came back to me, there was one of the caretakers who was with me at that time.

Suci shook hands with the caretaker's mother, then said, "They only ask for one thing, don't separate them from each other. Can you, right, Mas?"

I'm nodding. I can promise you that. Maybe I could refuse. They're blood sisters, one family. I will not bear to let them feel the life of a kara as I used to feel.

"Mass?"

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I want to tell you. We need to talk four eyes."

Understood, the housekeeper's mother immediately said goodbye and returned to her room. Me and Saints chose to talk in the car. From his expression, I knew Suci was about to convey a very serious matter. He made me feel uncomfortable again.

"What's up, Yang?"

"They're actually seven, ma'am."

"Huh?"

"yeah. Two more people are missing. Some took them forcibly. Mas Roy."

Oh my God. My eyes closed. There was something unthinkable but hard to explain, and a feeling I couldn't explain. Some kind of guilt. I'm sure everything that's happened is interconnected, connected like a tangled thread. For the mosesab which continues to be a knot is dead and cannot be decomposed, except to cut it - - to break it from the root of the problem itself: Roy. He must be eliminated. Too many victims have fallen in this vicious cycle.

Oh, my God, you know this can't be solved by the law. Too many people make mistakes in this vicious cycle. Too many people should be punished if the matter gets to the law. Even me and the Saints, as well as Billy and my men were involved in this mess, in the deaths of some people. If one case is heard by the authorities, other cases will be investigated. Can't do. I have to finish -- end this mess my way. I must deny my vows - the conditions of marriage that I can no longer fulfill to the Saints. Because Roy-he had to be knocked out. Must.