Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Joking

"May I pick one up?"

"Of course, come on. We're going to the porch."

"Oh, this room has a private veranda?"

"Yes" I said.

"This isn't the guest room?"

"No. This is my room, the master room."

"Geez, sir. How come?"

"It's okay. From the beginning I brought you here, right?"

Instantly I realized my stupid words, and I immediately apologized. Really, I didn't mean to remind him of that damned night.

"It's okay" he said. "Don't discuss. Come on, to the porch." He extended his hand.

The deg!

Geez, that hand is nothing. But I feel very happy. I feel like a much needed figure. My heart is beating ria.

"Come on." I welcomed her hand, and guided her towards the veranda.

Won much?

"It must be a beautiful place" he murmured.

"Yes, there are a lot of trees in the backyard."

"Whoa! Honey, I can't see it."

"Not now, maybe someday."

Eh?

"Law... What does that mean?"

I held my lips when a shy smile wanted to expand there. "It's nothing. Sorry, yeah."

"Hmm. if it's true as you say. means there will be three possibilities."

I don't get it. "meaning?"

"Maybe first, I may be a prisoner again."

Hmm. Your dress isn't funny, honey. "Don't. Don't get to."

"Yes, don't be a prisoner like-"

"Hu 'um. Don't." Don't."

"If the prisoner of heart?" tanyakanya.

"Handslave?"

He laughed to himself. "sorry. I'm just kidding."

"It could be if you wanted to."

He did not reply, only smiling a little.

"If the next possibility?"

"Maybe a guest."

"Yep. Special, two rubbers."

"You're funny. Why not sell pulses?"

"Look!"

"OKAY. Possibly third. What's?"

She shook her head. "That's it. The joke is not funny, sir. Forget it."

"You want to be the lady of this house? Miss Rangga?"

"What does that mean? Master proposed to me?"

Well, lo. It was my fault I was continuing that conversation. I shut up, thinking -- what good answer to kneel.

"Not to think too much, sir. We're just kidding, don't put it in our hearts. By the way, there seems to be a lot of roses blooming, huh? The money is amazing."

Awkwardness feels. "Yes" I said. "There's plenty. Want me to quote?"

"Not to, sir. Honey, it'll wither. If you can, just help me touch it."

Sacred had already raised her hand about to feel, but suddenly my phone rang.

"Sorry," I said. "I should...."

"It's okay. You just pick up the phone."

"Yes, briefly. You don't move. Danger, fall down."

I got a call from Raymond and went inside. And, yep, not something important, he just asked his three best friends who did not come to the office.

"Gue went to the office, Roby, too."

"Where are you now?"

"Gue's gone home. I'm home now."

"Roby's in there? I went there too, huh?"

"No, no, no. Don't." Don't."

"Yes elaaa...."

"Gue's busy, Ray."

"What's busy, anyway?"

"Basic kepo. Roby's not here anyway. Already, yeah. Yea...."

Tut!

I'm getting back to the porch. And...

"Why you?" my many.

The saints do not. He was holding his finger. Pressing it hard, maybe to ease the pain.

"You hurt?"

He's nodding. "Slightly, hit by a thorn."

"Geez, you are. Can wait for me."

Reflex, I pulled his hand and sucked blood on his wound. At that moment, we both realized there was something strange going on.