Hot Duda: Love For Rangga

Patience....

I don't know what he's doing in there, Saints spent over fifteen minutes I guess. I suspect he is really struggling with water. He must be just stalling for time to face me. But it's okay, I'll always be patient waiting for him.

When the bathroom door opened, Saints stood stiff. She wouldn't have gotten out of the bathroom if it wasn't for me grabbing and pulling her hand. She's following.

"Can I come in?" ask me a moment after I opened the back door of his house.

Like earlier, Saints just nodded. He let go of my hand as soon as we were inside his house. The house was almost unfurnished, except the kitchen furniture that was not too much, could almost be counted with fingers. In the middle of the room there is a long chair made of bamboo and a small table that is also made of bamboo pieces.

"Why?" my many. "Why are you avoiding me? You want to forget me?"

The saint returned crying sobbing. She shook her head. "Sorry, it's night. You better go back to the tent. Whatever it is, we'll talk about it again tomorrow."

"I'm with you here."

"No, I-I"

"Don't argue with me."

"Whatever. But please keep the limits."

"Darling...."

"Darling. Call me Mayang or Mayang."

Hold, Rangga. Don't force him.

I had no choice, could only nod and obey.

"You may be here, but please, don't go into my room. Good night."

You know, it hurts so bad this heart inside. Sleeked.

There were two sweet things I realized when I opened my eyes. First, that pretty face. The face I missed so much for a month. She was in front of me, looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes. The second thing, I realized a thick blanket was covering my body, protecting me from the cold night weather. Even though my back hurts a little from sleeping on a bamboo chair without a pedestal. But no problem, I was just a little irritated considering that the four thug-looking men were sleeping comfortably on the airbed inside the tent. Yeah, yeah, again it doesn't matter.

"Good morning" I said, not forgetting the warm, blooming smile.

There's no reply. He just kept looking at me with a sharp-changing look. "Why are you lying to me?" he suddenly asked, turning his face out of the side window.

"liying? What did I lie to?" I asked confusedly, because I didn't feel like I was lying to her.

Now the Saints are looking back at me with a look of dislike. "The face," he said. "I recognize that face."

Oh, about what happened on the plane first, I thought. "I'm not lying. I'm just not being straightforward."

"You're not talking to a child, Mr. Rangga."

Oh my God, he's serious. "I'm sorry, I just don't want your feelings to change when you know I'm Mr. The pride you hate. I swear, there's no other reason."

"I don't like being lied to" he said.

"Come on, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"How can a relationship be well established if it is not based on honesty?"

Okay, he's angry. I need to be more patient with this girl who in my eyes is still so young. "I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly" I said, looking for any reason to get his mother's sympathy and feeling that he would forgive me, and then I stood up and walked over to him. "I'm just paranoid, I'm afraid of losing you if you find out sooner about me, I mean--my face. Mr's Face. That's arrogant."

"I don't care how you look!"

Ughhhh! How grumpy....