Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Feeling Upset!

"Please...?"

"Don't argue with me."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Must!"

"No need!"

"But we have to check your condition."

"I'm fine. I just need a break."

"Geez, so stubborn, hell, you!"

"Mas.please...," she said. "I'm not going anywhere! I don't want to meet anyone! Help me!"

I took a deep breath, and I finally decided to give up. "alright. We're going to the room." I immediately carried him and laid him on the bed, and gave him vitamins.

Actually, there was an upheaval in my heart. There was a sense of anger at Saints that was hard to control when he was depressed like this which of course it could harm my future son. There was also a sense of annoyance at the post he had seen, angry at myself who was careless until this could happen. But I can't speak anymore, can't vent my anger anymore because Holy circumstances will also be more depressed if I continue to scold him. That cockiness eventually led to tears - one based on fear and a million bad thoughts. I don't want to lose my son again. I don't want to.

"Don't move much! Understood it? Your content is vulnerable. Don't be stupid! What kind of mother, the hell, you?"

"Sorry..," she whined because I was being told. Then cry out. "I was wrong." he admitted. "I'm a fool."

Again, I took a deep breath and I approached him after putting the vitamins back in the drawer. I knelt there, wrapped my hands and buried my face in his stomach. I really want to talk and tell my future son to be strong in his mother's womb. But my tongue is muddy. I can only say it in my heart. Wishing that he who is in there may hear me: a father who expects his presence.

A moment later, I felt Holy hands touch my head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I-i"

"I know," I said shortly after holding my head up. "I know you're panicking. You feel guilty. Your reaction was because you were depressed. But please, please, after this, control yourself well. And I thought, now you're pregnant. I don't want you in jail. I don't want my son to be the son of an inmate and be separated from his mother. And again, your content is vulnerable. You can't be stressed. You understand that, right? You can no longer hold HP. If you want to call Mama, use my phone. There is no buts. No debate! No dispute! Got it? Now sleep."

He frowned. Her pretty lips went two inches, and she said, "What a turn you are. Possessive, too."

Heh! The female lead. Sori, this time it won't work. Frown as you please, I will not stop being assertive.

But that's how sometimes my wife's attitude, which sometimes makes me feel upset because she's so stubborn. And in fact, because of that attitude I went to bed very late that night, because of my anxiety due to the effects of Holy stomach pain. It really created a panic that I found hard to shake off. That's why I have trouble sleeping and even become restless throughout the night. I just got a good night's sleep around two in the morning, even I think it's almost three in the morning. As a result I was very sleepy and woke up when the morning had risen.

Oh, this is just the beginning, Rangga....