Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Jessy The Malang

"Message eat first" he finally made a sound.

I'm nodding. I ordered a bowl of vegetable soup, potatoes, burgers, and a double cappucino. I need food intake for my body that was exhausted by the mistake, not to mention that my stomach has not been filled with food since yesterday afternoon, plus lack of rest plus the burden of depression on my brain that feels full. While Roby ordered black coffee and toast doused in melted chocolate sauce on it.

"Are you okay?"

He puts his shoulders. "As you can see. Messed up."

"What's the problem? About Jessy?"

He's nodding. "Lu can keep a secret, right?"

I nodded back. I was thinking about what she meant about Jessy's pregnancy, about what she and Jessy were doing: the secret relationship behind me. A relationship that gets pregnant out of wedlock. I think he'll talk about it. Of course, you also think like that, right?

Butno. It's not like that. Not what you and I think.

"That's not my son."

My cappucino almost gushed. I coughed.

"Yep, not my son." He raised his head. I see him as desperate or heartbroken.

Another thought began to seep in: it turned out Jessy did not look as innocent as her appearance.

"Certainly? Why are you fucked up? He's not your nobody, is he? You jealous? Or a broken heart?"

She shook her head.

"Then?"

"Huh?"

Feels like I got hit so much I was surprised. I don't want to speculate which is -- a no-no and which is even stranger. So I said, "Full story."

"Lu remember two months ago his older sister died after birth? Her sister-in-law did not hand the baby over to Jessy's family. Yes, that's his right. But it's a disaster for Jessy."

I leaned my body on the chair, and I suddenly lost my taste. "To the point, Rob," I said.

"So, a while ago, the baby got sick. Jessy and her mother had to stay at her sister-in-law's house to take care of the baby. Well, that night it happened. He was smothered, drugged to unconsciousness. And, yeah, happen."

I-i understand. "Why not call the police?" my many. "You can go to the doctor for sterile."

Ah, the question reminded me of my own behavior: how I prevented and anticipated the old girl so that she would not report my evil actions to the police. Even now I feel like I'm a prisoner in my house. New prisoner.

"Jessy threatened. The lecherous man kept his innocent photo."

My head suddenly hurts. There are a lot of bad things going on around me. "He told you this yesterday? What about her fiance?"

"Em, I don't know about that. Yesterday Jessy just said she broke up a few days ago. Because he is no longer a virgin, he does not want his fiancee to be disappointed on the first night. So, it's better to break up from the beginning he said."

Wait a minute, my brain tells myself. "Jessy raped her sister-in-law, and she had already cut off her relationship with her fiance. Well, why are you the tangle? You got feelings for Jessy?"

"Don't know. But I want to marry Jessy. You don't mind, do you? Or... You have special feelings for Jessy? Yesterday I saw you like a man in severe shock knowing he was pregnant. Tell me you mind."

Now I'm even more shocked that you want to marry Jessy. She was obviously pregnant with another man. How are you willing?