Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Clues

"No prestige, sir," Sela Suci. "If you want, just say you want to."

I held my lips back from the happy smile that wanted to expand. "Yes, Bi. To appreciate guests, right? It's okay, I'm willing to eat here."

Jiaaah?

But, yeah, even if I don't see, I know everyone's holding back so that their laughter doesn't go away.

Hmm....

"If the food is ready, please call me. I'm waiting in the backyard."

Phew....

The avoidance style becomes a mainstay. But...

Saints caught up with. "Master," call him. "Are you here?"

"I'm right here. Straight, ten steps."

According to my instructions, he stepped up while calculating slowly, and...

Suci hit me so that he lost his balance, like a scene in the film, I swiftly grabbed him and finally he fell right in his arms.

"Master intentionally, huh?" his question asked my pity while holding a shy smile, still warm in my arms with both of my hands perfectly coiled around his waist. "Only seven steps, not ten."

I just smiled, released myself from my arms and finally stood right in front of me. "You are beautiful" I whispered in her ear.

Again, Sacred smiled, blushed in shame. "I know, Sir. I remember my face. I know I'm beautiful. If I'm ugly, sir definitely won't want to get close to me, right? Especially...."

I'm stunned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...."

She laughs. "I was just kidding. Sir is too sensitive."

Ew...!

Kuhela took a deep breath and then exhaled her sharply. "You're the one who likes to make me feel disco."

"O yeah?"

"Religionists, huh? Don't sulk, dong...."

I'm silent. Not screeching. I just don't know what else to say. The girl was very cheerful and her mouth seemed to be unable to stop talking. Until sometimes I was overwhelmed myself to be honest with him.

But, I can't believe, he thinks I'm a lick. And unexpectedly, she felt my face. In a few moments, his forehead shriveled, then he laughed.

"Why?" my many. "Is something funny?"

She shook her head. "Sorry," he said. "Sorry, Sir."

"Why are you laughing? Do you think my face is ugly?"

A paper? Eh?

"No, Mister. That's not what I meant. I was just imagining the face of the Lord. It feels like someone I've met. Geez, amit-amit, sir. Don't let you two be the same person. Amit-amit."

Whatdoes thatmean? "Why indeed?"

"No, no need to talk about it."

"You always make me curious."

"No need to wonder, sir. Amit-amit. That guy was the most arrogant guy I've ever seen. He won't even accept my apology. That's so arrogant, right?"

I'm nodding. "yeah. So arrogant."

"Worse, yes, sir, he was just leaving in a fit of rage. I have apologized. Until I beg instead. I swear, I was sick at the time, I accidentally fell and vomited on his lap."

Huh huh?

"Just get the suit, it can be dilaundry. Why is it so hard, try it? So arrogant. He's a rich man. Disgust is disgusted. But maklumin, dong. I am in pain. Aye, right?"

Saints have never told me this, but why am I so familiar with the story? A few moments later I realized why -- I remembered the incident on the plane some time ago.

Is she maybe that girl?