Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
My fear

But that doesn't mean everything is good - because my heart is not good. How much this has affected my life. After I got out of the hospital, I kept feeling angry. My memories of the incident left me unable to sleep well. The secret I hid from the Saints made me feel as if I was being betrayed, even though I was not at all. But I still can't be honest. And the worst thing is that because I feel dirty, I feel like I don't deserve to touch it. It was as if I was going to pass the disease on to him or just make him dirty and unholy again if I had sex with him. Eventually, the Saints began to suspect. We used to make love, but now I haven't even touched her for days.

Be ill. When the Saints asked why.

"I just don't want your gibberish for nothing."

"You lied, Mum. I know you're not being honest, right?"

"Which, don't cry. I can't see you sad."

"Eatya. Be honest so that I don't think that's not-no."

I grumbled, hiding my face like I've done lately.

"You're bad, Mas. You're making me depressed. I feel like you've changed. Is it because I'm pregnant? My body shape is starting to change? Or because I can't fuck with the extras? Answer me! Or maybe you have another woman? You're satisfied in another bed, aren't you?"

"Don't think negatively, huh?" I said weakly. "From tomorrow you come with me to the office, you can see, you can monitor if I'm only in the office all day and don't go anywhere."

She shook her head. "You can stay in the office all day. Maybe you didn't lie about it. But, it's possible, isn't it, someone came there? Is there anything satisfying about you in your private room? Hmm?"

I can't answer. That's not true, but it's not entirely wrong either.

I can't touch you until I'm honest with you, honey. But I can't be honest either. I'm afraid this will have a bad impact on your womb. That'sallthatis.

But in the end, maybe it's time for me to be honest. Ready not to be ready I have to bear all the risks. I was more afraid of Suci being stressed out because of her prejudices against me.

"Here," I said. I led him, told him to sit on the side of the bed, and then I knelt there, I put my face on his lap. And, I felt his fingers touch and stroked my head.

But the Saints are getting sobbing. "I know," he said. "Lately, almost every night you wake up, you're pensive on your own. And when you get back to bed, you always sleep on my side of my belly, I know you hug me every night. Butwhy? Don't make me wonder, Mom. What mistake have you made to act like this? You're sorry, you're down, you're so guilty. But, whatever it is, I can judge that you want to fix everything, right? You want to keep our family. I know that, you want to take care of the integrity of our household. But that's not how it works. Not by keeping the matter secret from me. Free, you won't calm down. Yeah, right, Mas? I'm right, aren't I? So you better open up to me. Honestly, what's up? Please tell me, Mas...."