Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Drizzling

When I woke up the next morning, Suci was standing by the window, staring out, into the drizzling morning. It was hard not to see the symbolic meaning of his attitude turning my back on me.

"Good morning, dear." I sit up.

"It's late in the day, Mommy."

"Good morning by noon."

"Not funny, Mom."

"Darning dong. I'm not a comedian."

"Just as you are."

"What's wrong? Still thinking about last night?"

"Hm, how can I ignore it?"

"You want me to support the son and wife of that son of a bitch? I'll do as long as you don't mention that night again."

Sacred turned. "All this makes me look bad, Mom."

"I know" I said in a hurry. "Try to think of this from my side, the husband who always needs you by my side. From the side of our child who if born and must live without his mother, how? Please, we can't be away from you. We need you, honey."

The saint turned back and looked out the window. "Yes, I don't want to leave you. I also won't part with my son later."

"Well, so. I've got to find a surrogate mother for my son."

"Substantial mother or surrogate wife? Hm? But it's okay, as long as you run out."

"Well! How you, Yang. But by the way, I'll thank you if I don't have to talk to your back."

For the second time, the Saint turned around. "Hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"You want to."

"Come on. Don't joke."

"Seriously.I want you."

"Buck...."

"No."

"Come on...."

I patted my palms on the bed, hinting him to curl up with me.

"No," he still refused.

"Hey, you can't refuse a husband's request like that."

"Hmm." he said when he finally gave up.

Suci went back up to the bed, crawled near me and I grabbed her tightly. "Thank you, I want to talk to my son, okay?"

He's nodding. "Please," he said.

I also stroked his stomach. "Good morning by noon, champ. It's Papa. You heard Papa, right? Fine, yeah. The healthy, the strong. Papa loves you very much, son. Papa's waiting for your presence."

Sacred giggling.

"Why? Is something funny?"

She shook her head. "You're the funny one. Her fetus is still very small. His heart is not beating. Keep calling the hero. Are you sure he's a man?"

"Just be wild. Men or women I will still make a hero. And. I'll keep talking to her. Like that, right, the impatient father was waiting for the birth of his first child?"

My wife's sweet smile expands as well. "Yes, Mas. I'm glad you're so enthusiastic."

"Then from that, I want you to always be here. I want to stay with you, with our son. I want to pay attention to you every day. Please, don't leave me, will you?"

Like women who often use tears, men can also. I'm example. With glazed eyes, Saints will never let me feel my pain like in the past. He'll be touched if I weld him and even give to him.

He finally nodded. "We'll always be here. With you. I promise."

"Trims, Honey."

I smiled, and it was time to break her body. Then I pulled the blanket over my head. The temples are still dark. Saints giggled in the blanket. Of course, now it's his mother's turn to get extra attention. Besides, it's drizzling out there. The weather this morning was really cold. My wife seems to need to warm up.