Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
My Dark Time

I practically looked at Suci with a bit of surprise, then turned my face away from her gaze again. "He's been dead a long time" I said.

"Oh, why did he die? Was the plane crash with your mom?"

I thought for a moment, do I have to be honest or lie, which is good? But I finally told the truth. "He died because he fell off the balcony."

"Oh," he said with a tone of regret. "Sorry, I'm sorry to hear that. If I may know, what's the fall, Mas?"

I'm shaking. "Yes. yes. Emm... I.. don't ask this, will you?"

"Why? What the hell is going on?" investigate slowly.

If only I could answer the question. But it's very hard to say that I was the one who deliberately pushed the man. I killed Tommy Sanjaya on purpose. Why did this discussion even get here?

"Mass? Wh why? Did someone push him on purpose?"

I'm speechless.

"Mas... you...?"

"I."

"You? You're the one who.. pushed him?"

"Em."

"Oh my God!"

Sacred flinched, he retreated and created a distance from me.

"He's drunk. I like to get angry at Mom. Play spanking. I like to bring women home. Even doing pervert in front of the eyes of Mama's head. He doesn't deserve to live. Just a parasite. There is no point at all as a husband. It could only hurt Mama, her heart, her physique. I can't stand to see that almost every day. I finally pushed him. The drunk fell down and died. For this one, I never regretted it. Not at all. He deserves to die."

"Darling? Are you okay?"

He nodded, still in shock, and did not reply. As I was about to advance closer to him, he retreated again. And this really makes me anxious not to get stuck. But I tried to calm down and control myself so that I could also control the Saints.

"Hey," I said quietly, "hear me. Can you hear my voice? The darling? Relaxed. You promised, right, that you would keep your emotions? Remember our son, okay? This is why I don't want you to pry into my past. I'm afraid you're in shock like this."

There was no response.

"Yang, please. I'm not telling you this is to scare you. I just want to obey your will. You want me to be open, right? Not keeping anything from you, is it? Please.relax...."

Finally he nodded.

"Here, hug? Hm? Don't be afraid of me."

Slowly, I approached him, grabbed him into my arms, and held him tight.

"I was a kid, not eleven years old. I don't think long. Please, do you understand that? Can, right? Please, honey, don't be afraid of me?"

I covered her face and she looked at me. "Yeah," he said. "I won't be afraid of you."

I know he's trying for it - to not be afraid of me. There was obviously a sense of worry, I don't know what. To be sure, his hands were curling trembling in my body.

"Rilex, Honey." I kissed him and I buried my lips long on his lips. "Everything's gonna be okay, right? Don't leave me. It's all just the past. The dark part of my life. But you, I want my future to be bright with you. I want to be happy with you. Don't leave me, please?"

Not feeling my tears flowing, I was afraid of the Holy shock and that fear made him want to leave me. But apparently not, the consletiveness is crumpled. In the tears, his hands slipped down. "Make me relax, Mum? Please?"

Oh my....