Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Testing Patience

"I haven't had lunch. We'll eat first, okay? I'm hungry."

Goddamnit! That woman really tested my patience. I wanted to choke Rhea's neck until she died of suffocation. "We've eaten. You will eat at your house. We're busy."

"But, Rangga, I want to eat with you. I mean. This is the will of our future son. Please, huh?"

Argha!

"Don't make it up!"

"I'm real...."

"Rhe!"

Saints poked their lips, trying to hold back a laugh. "Already, Mas. Let's just go with it. Mumpung father and prospective son again close together, right? But remember you, Ma'am, don't make that child come near my husband. Come on, Mas." Suci grabbed my hand and took me to the hospital cafeteria.

"You shouldn't behave like that to me" said Rhea, we've been sitting at the cafeteria table with each order. "I'm pregnant anyway. That means our divorce was not legal yesterday. So my status is still Madame Sanjaya."

I was just about to open my mouth when Suci thrust out a spoonful of fruit soup in front of my mouth. "Ademin uses ice" he persuaded. He smiled sweetly with his white teeth.

"Yang..," I protested, like a boy whining.

"My husband's a big company leader. Keep the attitude, huh?"

"okay." I took a deep breath and received a mouthful of fruit soup from his spoon.

The saint smiled again. "Nake?"

I nodded as I asked inwardly: why is Saints so patient and so kind?

"Ngga, bribe me, huh? For the sake of this boy. I beg?"

"You have hands. Eat it yourself."

"Mbak..," said Suci kalem, "I can take Mas Rangga away from here if you have a lot of behavior. I'm sorry, lo, if I'm impressed to patronize, but you're being loved don't ask for a heart. Later you will get bile. Kan bitter. You haven't forgotten, have you, how does it feel to live in that basement? If you are sent there again, I will not persuade my husband to return to free you. Remember that."

It was relaxing the way she spoke, but it could make Rhea remember those times until she trembled. He was silent and down.

"Look easy, Ma'am. Finish food. Poor boy in your womb, he's starving."

That's when I took the chance. "You don't want to eat? Let's just go home now."

I was just standing when Saints glared. "Sit down!" resounding. "Just play go-go. My fruit soup is not over. Want your son to sulk?"

"alright. Eat it casually."

"You need to relax. Just relax."

"Yes, yeah. Finish your food."

Momentary silence.

"We can actually have a good conversation, talk all right. The maknya do not look for because, Masnya also do not be rude. I don't have to be a mediator between the two of you. Can you, right, Mommy?"

Rhea nodded, but remained with her attitude that pissed me off. "I just want to be treated well by you. As before, as the wife you love so much."

The saint pushed his bowl of unoccupied soup. "Come, let's just go home. I'm afraid there's gonna be a bullet lodged in his head. The head is empty."

Huh! Now it's my turn to laugh. But sadly only for a moment.

"Your brain is empty too! Ever fell in love with a model woman so."

Ew...! He once said to me like that.

But really, I was amazed at him. From that day on, I became a relaxed person responding to the problems between me and Rhea - responding to the woman's insanity and obsession with me.