Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Assistance

I can only look at the camera with my mouth saying please and sorry when I get a chance to look at the camera. Wh why? Because I thought that the video would be sent to the Saints to slander me, and to destroy our household. But the opportunity was just a little, the Lady controlled my mouth and neck so I could no longer look at the camera.

"Thank you, sir," *he said in a speech. "This is a fitting reciprocity for the amount of money you gave me to help me. Thank ye. And honestly, I'm very satisfied. Master is very powerful. So manly. Hope my service is satisfying too. And. call me whenever you want my service. I'll always be at your service. I like it, Master's size makes me feel satisfied. I... like.. once... ah.. ah.. oh.. ouuuch...! Thank you, Mister. Thanks...."

She, Lady Sandra, moved violently over me with the swirling peaches - finishing her work and leaving red traces all over my body.

That bastard!

Who sent him to do this to me?

In a state of anger but helplessness, I watched the Lady's movements. I knew very well when he was on top of my body -- clinging to me, though faintly - I felt his body shaken. She was crying in silence and trying to control herself. After a while, he got up with his red, glassy eyes. With his body still plain, he walked towards the camera and grabbed it. He pressed the off button, saved the camera and quickly got dressed. As he approached me again, he wrapped my body up to his chest, then bowed. "I'm sorry" he whispered in my ear, still with a drop of tears streaming down his cheek. He stopped at the door and looked at me. He bit his lips as if to hold the pain, then after that he came out and left.

In my helplessness my brain is still working. Something happened to that woman. He didn't come for a new check because I haven't given it to him. I'm sure he's under someone's threat. But who?

But whatever it was, what he did was wrong. And this-is stirring up more anger and resentment in my soul. I swear, I won't care who's behind this incident, he's dead. I'll kill him with my own hands.

Who will come to help me? I can't even make a sound.

The tail of my eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already half six in the afternoon when Karin knocked on the door of my personal space. Maybe he's confused out there because there's no lawfulness, while the time shows that the office hours have passed half an hour ago.

"Sir, is Mr Rangga asleep?" tanyakanya.

I knew he wouldn't dare pull the handle, and I also knew that he was confused, probably worried. Then, a moment later I heard he called Billy, but Billy had already reached home. He finally decided to call Roby. Roby, who had not yet returned, responded quickly, but he entered my room less than five minutes later. "Well, are you inside?"

"Inside, really, sir. After my guest came home, I was not going anywhere. So I know Mr. Rangga is still inside."

Roby knocked again. "Gue in, huh, Ngga?"