Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Canda And Laughter

"Master?"

"Eh?"

"Master why? Daydreaming?"

"Oh, no, really. I'm not daydreaming."

"OKAY. So how?"

I'm throats. "All right." I welcomed the phone from his hand. "I will fulfill all your requests."

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

"Hmm, may I ask you one thing?"

"Yes. Please."

"Master considers me a guest or a prisoner?"

He smiled, and I understood, he just meant to make small talk for a purpose.

"Technically, sorry, you're a prisoner."

"I asked you the presumption of Mr."

"Hmm, yes, I assume. You are a guest in this house."

"good. Guests need to be comfortable, right? Didn't you?"

I laugh. This time I didn't know I had to think of it as innocent and innocent, or clever and cunning. "Yes, I'll make you comfortable living here. What are you gonna ask for?"

"Asking the Lord's heart for me."

Eh?

Again he laughed happily. "Sorry, Sir. I'm just kidding."

Huh! Kuhela took a deep breath. "This time is serious, yes. What do you want to ask for? My heart is always for you."

"Eh?"

This time, I laughed at him.

"The results are simple, sir...."

"OK, okay. So, what?"

"It's just a simple thing, really. I want to ask for fresh watermelon fruit, which is cold and cut into pieces. Does Mister have any? Or other fruit that if there is in the refrigerator in this house. I really like cold fruits. There's, right, Mister?"

"No need, sir. If I could just go to the kitchen. Aunt Merry and Anne are in the kitchen, right? I need a friend to talk to, if it doesn't interfere with their work."

You can talk to me....

But, in fact, I gave up. I obey the Holy Will.

"Thank you, sir."

"Em, no need to thank me, really."

"alright. But, by the way, I'm glad you understand my point."

I just smiled, then stood up, even Saints, he lowered his legs from the bed and stood up. But a moment later he seemed to doubt.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"I don't have a stick."

"Oh, sorry." I hesitated too, but the feeling was immediately suppressed. "Emm.. in this house there are also no sticks. So...." I took her hand, and put it on my hand.

Oh, my God, I hold it, it feels so reassuring. And my heart says that I like to hold that hand.

"Can?"

He blushed, nodded and smiled.

"alright. Now we go to the kitchen."

Again he smiled. "You don't mind this?"

"Absolutely not. I am willing to be your servant as long as you are here. Count, a little atone for my guilt towards."

He nodded and immediately covered his mouth with his other hand. "All right," he said later. "I don't mind that either. When else can use a Mr. Rangga, right? Don't regret it, you."

Jiaaaaah. How adorable. He made my smile again grow. "There will be no regrets. The sorry time of serving a beautiful girl? That's luck, isn't it?"

Sacred laugh. "Basic gumbal!" ledek.

I also grinned. "Then you don't call me sir."

"Then?"

"Call me Rangga."

"Ah, I don't dare."

"All right, it's up to you. By the way, there's a ladder in front. You could? Or do I need to carry it?"