Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Last Trial

With half a heart and enough confidence, I fulfilled Holy's desire to visit Indie who had just given birth to her first son. The little baby was named Nugraha Putra Pratama, a combination of the names of his two grandfathers: Nugraha, the name of Indie's father, and, Pratama the name of his father Billy as well as the name of Billy himself.

Well, after a few weeks our world felt safe and Holy following my orders to stay home since we got home from the hospital when we visited Jessy's birth at that time, I also feel guilty if I don't allow Saints to visit her own sister in the hospital. I thought, since under my direct supervision and escorted by a few bodyguards, it would be safe for the Saints to be outside the house. But it turns out I was wrong. Wrong big.

At first, everything was normal and fine. Suci looks very happy when she meets Indie and sees her handsome niece. However, that doesn't mean I'm lowering my guard against the possibility of Roy around us.

But in the end there was a gap in which Roy had that opportunity: right at noon after I invited Suci to lunch in the hospital canteen, when he fell and wanted to pee, I let him go to the public restroom, while me and my men just waited outside the door. Totally beyond my expectations. I let my guard down, just a few minutes after Sacred had gone into the ladies' room, the sound of her screams jolting me instantly. In the same second, several women ran out of the toilet screaming. While I, I was there, was in the doorway with a gun in hand-watching my wife being held hostage by someone dressed in all black, complete with a veil and veil covering her face. And, a folding knife was aimed at my wife's pregnant belly.

"Hi, Rangga."

Oh my God, that man is not a woman. I'm fooled. He's male. "Roy?"

"Oh, you recognize my disguise now? Hm? Thanks for the opportunity, by the way. I even passed right in front of your own eyes. Surprise, right?"

Goddamnit!

Her disguise that resembled a veiled woman complete with a veil managed to trick me. "Shoppers! Let go of my wife, Roy!"

"There's no point getting angry, Rangga. We're both tired, aren't we? Time is over, Man. Let's end this hostility. I'll take your son and wife to the afterlife, and you'll have to watch for yourself as this sharp blade pierces through the skin of his belly. Ready, Rangga? One. two...."

In the blink of an eye and almost simultaneously, I aimed at Roy's head. The eruption echoed before anyone realized what had happened. Including Roy.

The hole in his forehead was roughly twenty-five cents, and for a moment he froze like a statue before finally collapsing onto the toilet floor.

But baby, I'm a second late. I didn't wait for the count of three to shoot, but Roy didn't wait for the count of two to stab. Holy fell to his knees along with Roy and accompanied by a terrible debuman, his blood spurted like a fountain.

"Tidaaaaaaaaa...!" I shouted hysterically in the chaos. I approached the woman I loved - - with fear. "Please, hang on, honey. Persist. I'm gonna take you to the hospital, "I'm tweeting no matter what. I picked up my wife's body and took her to the ER.

Runs. Runs. Running without caring about anything.

Tears are flowing now: I can barely make a sound. Unable. Unable to speak and unable to hear anything anymore. Only my heart is pounding, that's all I can feel. But these hands, these two hands still have their strength, and these legs, these legs are still able to stand - - - still able to support my wife's body and run from there.

I forget -- I forgot what was going on around me, I forgot what I was saying. All I know is that I was screaming for the medical team to help my wife and son - my son who wasn't even nine months in his mother's womb.

And now, after taking it off in the ER room, I was left alone in the waiting room. Now that my knees are too weak to stand, my mind is too cloudy to think, I sat in the chair while the silence in my soul welcomed me and I never felt so alone as I felt right now. Clown, and fear.

I don't want to lose them, God. And you know it. Please, just give us one more chance. Pl-please....