Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
In my own way

"Mas... wake up, yuk?"

I heard the Holy voice calling out to me, pulling me back from my new sleeping state a few hours ago.

Last night, after Indie fainted and Billy brought her in, I hurriedly returned to my room and Saints. Pretending not to eavesdrop on the conversation between them. But, I can't deny, Billy's shocking confession made me barely able to sleep most of the night, more precisely making me come to think of a way out for the good of everyone.

Honestly, it occurred to me to take Saints home, and ask everyone to keep Billy's secret from him. But I think that means I'm selfish. Dissolving with my own mind while stroking my wife's stomach, I fell asleep with my arms around her waist.

"I'm still sleepy, Yang," I said, still with my eyes closed. It was so hard to open my eyes. But the Holy belly rang, rumbling with hunger. "Come, we're going down. I'll keep you eating, yeah."

I forced my eyes open and put all my strength to stand up. Despite being slow and heavy, I managed to reach the kitchen and accompany Sacred to the meal. At that time, the day was not yet bright, outside the drizzle was sweeping the morning that seemed not to be this beautiful, but Mbok Sari had made porridge for us all breakfast. But alas, not yet finished the porridge in the Sacred bowl, Indie and Billy came down and joined for breakfast. Even though Indie has taken a shower and dressed up, but her eyes cannot lie to everyone. It was obvious that she had just cried.

"Dec, what's your eye? You're crying?" ask Sacred.

"Regular, Ma. Her name is also pregnant women again crybaby," she lied, and tried to condone a fake smile.

"Already, Honey-Mama eat first, yes. Give nutrition first to the grandchildren of Mama. Don't discuss household matters at the dinner table. Understand all?"

We nodded. Everyone can only nod. Then silence. There was only the sound of spoons and bowls clashing against each other. It was gripping, like the atmosphere in a movie.

A few minutes after that, the porridge in the Holy bowl was up, even in my bowl. We're done eating.

"Let me," I said, just as Suci was about to stand up to put our used bowl into the sink.

"But-"

"Mandi, keep resting again."

"Em, okay, Ma. Excuse me, yes. Come on, Mas."

"Excuse me all." I stood up and immediately took the Holy One who had not fully recovered from his fever last night.

In the room, Suci began to struggle with his bad thoughts. "I don't want to interfere, I don't mean to bother, but it's natural, right, if I want to know what happened to them?"

I breathed heavily and I must apply what I had thought all night to overcome the Holy situation. "Here," I said. I took the Holy One and sat him on the edge of the bed, while I myself sat down on my knees before him. "I know what happened" I said.

Practically Sacred opened his mouth, "What?" tanyakanya. "Tell me."

"Well, but there's a condition. Keep emotions. Remember, there's a child here." Kuelus his stomach with dear.

Saints nodded. "Yes. So, what's their problem?"

Oh, it's not that easy, honey. Obviously he's still in flames. Just slowly!