Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Recognition

"Mas," said the Holy One, "I have never asked you this in light of our new marriage of corn. But I'm really curious because we've just been in the same situation. Can you, right, I know why you? We're husband and wife, no more cover-ups, huh?"

I put my shoulders down. "Just scared," I said. "Kan is dangerous, accident-prone due to blurred visibility."

"You've had an accident? And you're traumatized?" ask in a super careful tone.

I'm nodding. "Yes," I said. "Either."

"Tell me, will you? I beg?"

Geez, this woman is like a psychologist, my inner self. "Other times, yes. I'm gonna take a shower first. Smell of sweat."

"I'm coming along."

"It's still raining, you'll be cold."

"Well, you're alone?"

"I'm not pregnant. And I'm healthy."

"I'm healthy too, Mom. And I also smell sweat. Your body smells sexy."

I know your intentions, honey. You still want to pry into my past.

But I had no choice but to avoid. Sacred curiosity is not easy to conquer.

Relax, Rangga. Sooner or later, he would definitely continue to find out.

I know, the Holy Type woman is very considerate, and she cares deeply for me. He was different from the cuckoo Rhea. This woman made me act carefully. If only she wasn't pregnant, it might be a little younger to tell her this.

"I prepare warm water first. Wait, yeah."

Hmmm. You gave me goosebumps, honey.

It's kind of crazy. Outside the rain was still heavy, but Suci instead invited me to soak in the bathtub. Indeed with warm water, but still, I think this is a silly thing that people will do is not sane. At least my wife is that sad.

Inside the bathtub with that lukewarm water and abundant soap foam, Suci sat leaning opposite me with a probing gaze. He made my heart riled up.

"I'm not comfortable with that look of yours" I protested.

She smiles. "Why?" tanyakanya. "Just relax, Mom. I love you no matter what happened in the past."

"Yes...."

"You must feel plong later after telling the story."

"But, Which...."

"It's okay, really. I promise to take care of my emotions."

I lowered my gaze and hoped that Suci would understand if I didn't want to tell her about my past. But that was impossible, the Holy curiosity had already taken hold of him.

"I don't want to remember about the accident" I murmured softly.

"But you'll never forget it either, Mom. Aye, right? What's wrong with sharing that grief with me?"

"Including my guilt? Can it be shared? Can't, can you? Telling me the tragic accident was just a-"

"I'm your wife" she said gently. "I think I deserve to know that story, so I can understand my husband's wounds and traumas."

I'm nodding. I took a deep breath and recalled the tragic accident sixteen years ago in my memory. "When I was seventeen, Mama fell ill and was rushed to the hospital. At that time I was not at home, but when I heard that Mama was in the hospital, I panicked and rushed to the hospital. It was raining that time. I was in a panic, plus the distance that was blurred due to the heavy rain, I had an accident. I mean. I hit people. A couple, and they died. Because I. I'm a murderer. Murderer...."