Hot Duda: Love For Rangga

At last....

You could say I don't mind. For her sake, I was willing to abandon all the pleasures and luxuries in Jakarta, sleeping in a tent, she said, bathing and any activity with water I inevitably have to be considered hygienic even though my heart wonders. And fortunately the modern era, with the airbed, my body still feels comfortable even though...

The atmosphere was very quiet almost spooky as the five of us went through the first night at our special campsite that night. Fortunately, the tent that Billy prepared was a large tent that could accommodate the five of us at once. Well, what to fear? Huh!

Damn, exactly eleven o'clock at night my stomach can't be compromised.

"Where's the flashlight?"

"Where are you going, boss?" ask Diego.

"To the back, stomach ache."

"You're accompanied?"

"Shoppers! You think I'm a coward?"

"Haha!"

I picked up and turned on the flashlight and aimed it at the back yard. The situation outside was very dark, the house was not electrified. Even if there is electricity, what is it for? The saint did not need any light to light up his night. That's when my heart felt pinched, I remembered what he had told me in a dream.

I was in a dark world.

Well, I was still in the bathroom when I heard the door crack open. My stomach was wrapped around earlier and had only improved after three trips to the bathroom, and deliberately did not go straight out to make sure my stomach did not demand me to squat again.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, I could guess and make sure it must be Sacred, she was about to go to the bathroom, and it became my chance to meet her, I thought. I opened the door very slowly, and...

Is correct. The girl was standing -- was closing the back door of her cottage with a back position on me.

And I'm stunned. The saint held a lamp in his hand. Wh-wh-what for? The lighting? Mean...? I nodded slowly and wondered in my heart. What possible...?

Yep! He was surprised, surprised not playing. His round eyes looked at me. We looked at him and it would have lasted longer had the lamp in his hand not fallen.

I moved forward about to approach him, but before I could get any closer he had already turned around and tried to reopen the door he had just closed.

"Wait!" I shouted, I managed to get it in my hand. But he thrashed for release. "Please, relax. Relax, yeah. Quiet." Calm."

He stopped struggling, but...

"You who?"

Gluey!

"You don't recognize me? Hmm?"

She shook her head. "I'm blind" he said.

It hurts to hear him say that. "Don't lie.." I said softly. "I know you saw me. Aye, right?"

She shook her head again and I realized she was crying. "Let go of me." she asked, returning to thrash.

"No way," I hissed, pulling him into my arms. I held her body as hard as I could. His resistance was in vain, he stopped wriggling in my strong arms even though his hands continued to pound my chest, but it was useless. My embrace didn't slacken one bit. Finally the Saints gave up, weak, and no longer resisted. "Please, don't avoid me," I let go of her hug and clasped her hands together, "please?" I looked at him expectantly.

He just answered me with a single nod. "I want to go to the bathroom" he said.

Well, at least he's calmed down. I took my hand off her and let her into the bathroom with the flashlight in my hand. While I took the lamp that had fallen.