Rangga's Beloved Wife
I will love Larasati
A small European-style villa that looks sturdy and authoritative. The atmosphere of the Villa that welcomes a tall and sturdy man with the fragrance of roses. The figure was of course while holding a woman who had fallen asleep. His gaze was never separated from the hijab woman. It felt like swallowing her saliva when she saw how beautiful the woman was. Memory after memory keeps on spinning. A handful of longings that just a few days apart.
The small villa is located in the bogor area, a place that once housed itself while blind and paralyzed. The place that was burned due to the actions of three prisoners. Just a moment ago, her father forgave her for the issue of why the three women were detained. Papa Donal also asked him to renovate the house. Not until the span of two weeks the house can be occupied again even though it is not 100 percent.
Deg-degan! Of course, he hoped for a reaction from Laras if he knew he was free.
Rangga put his wife on the bed. Staring at the woman he had stopped eight years ago. To eliminate the sense of nervousness Rangga rearranging room decoration. Being as romantic as possible. One order can be replaced ten times Rangga. Sweat was pouring down on the temple of his face. His smile expands as what he does gets even better results.
Rangga left Laras who was still asleep. His hand reached into the bag. Calling someone she knows.
"How's it?" tanyakanya.
"Have gone to sleep, Ga. He asked his father and his mother. Even if you tell him that father and mother again want to give adek to Bagas. She's really happy."
"Well, what about talking like a kid."
"Yes, the average child likes to be friends"
"By the way, thank you for helping me free."
"Who is free? you should thank Adit and Nature. They work together to free you. Nature is the one who guarantees herself."
"So nature has freed me?" Rangga was shocked when he found out who his helper was.
"Yes," Reza answered briefly.
A while later Laras went down, along with that. Rangga was still hiding in the room he had prepared. Almost Laras knew of his existence.
Rangga sat in his hidden room. Another room that he decorated a special honeymoon with his wife.
Bouquet. The special gift that Dad can give on the birthday of a pregnant wife is a bouquet of beautiful flowers. ...
Shopping voucher. ...
Holiday ticket. ...
Spa treatment voucher. ...
Diffusers. ...
Mobile. ...
Dinner. ...
Photo album memories.
Rangga read some tips from his phone. Sometimes he breathes deeply. To not look nervous. Why should he be nervous? though the nervous must be the recipient of a surprise. I don't know, he's the one who's the more tense.
"Relax, Ga isn't Laras Hyun bin's fan. My face is no less handsome than Hyun Bin. She would be so happy if I was free"
Rangga knew that Laras had entered the room he had prepared. While monitoring, occasionally smiling to yourself. It looked like Laras was looking for Bagas, their son.
Rangga quickly tied the tiny body. The scent of her favorite perfume.
"Darling,..." Rangga opened his voice.
"Bus, um,.." Baras immediately turned around to hear the voice of the baritone who was no stranger to him.
"It's you, isn't it, mas?" laras' hands cupped Rangga's face.
I live a lifetime every moment
When I'm holding you close
Lay your head down on my shoulder
Honey, I won't ever let go
Because you pulled me like a magnet
Now, I'm right where I belong
I'm gonna love you the same for the rest of my days
And on, and on, and on
'Cause as long as we keep dancing
We'll stay young at heart
And every time I hold you in my arms
You give me deja vu
Like I've been waiting my whole life to find that view
'Cause when I'm lookingin' at your eyes
Go from California to Timbuktu
Back to dancing in the living room
If I got you, baby, everyday's a honeymoon
Oh-oh, it's a honeymoon
Baby, everyday's a honeymoon
I wanna spend some time in Paris
We'll take a picture for our parents
But we're never gonna leave
Nobody knows you like I know you
Nobody loves you like I do
And if I'm never a star, but I've got my guitar
I'll be singing songs to you
'Cause as long as we keep dancing
We'll stay young at heart
And every time I hold you in my arms
You give me deja vu
Like I've been waiting my whole life to find that view
'Cause when I'm lookingin' at your eyes
Go from California to Timbuktu
Back to dancing in the living room
If I got you, baby, everyday's a honeymoon
Oh-oh, it's a honeymoon
Baby, everyday's a honeymoon
Maybe we'll end up in New York City
Maybe we'll end up out in L. A
Maybe we'll decide to stay right here forever after
I will love you all the same
You give me deja vu
Like I've been waiting my whole life to find that view
'Cause when I'm lookingin' at your eyes
Go from California to Timbuktu
Back to dancing in the living room
If I got you, baby, everyday's a honeymoon
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, it's a honeymoon
Oh-oh-oh
Baby everyday's a honeymoon with you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, it's a honeymoon
If I got you, baby, everyday's a honeymoon
Johnny Stippson's honeymoon song echoed in their room. Rangga lived the turnaround again. Rangga is actually not too bad lyrics. But he believes the song as an expression of his heart to his wife, Larasati.
The barrel felt something heavy falling on his stomach. His body twisted backwards, ascertaining who was behind him. For a moment she was immediately presented with the good looks of her husband, her memory revolved where when the man asked her to marry. In the beginning, it was Rangga who refused the marriage.
Gently from touching her husband's thin skin, her hands felt arid as the fingers traced her husband's thin sideburns.
"Darling,..."
The barrel immediately snapped as Rangga pulled her chin. Instantly Laras was above the stretch of both hands Rangga. The man continued to walk towards the bed that had been prepared.
"Bag,"
"Aaaaawwwww. kok pinch anyway," Rangga grimaced as the tiny hand pinched his stomach.
"You're bad, mas. Leave me alone for almost two weeks. Tega didn't tell me after you made me feel guilty. Strand ..." The barrel feels a warm embrace.When someone embraces us, sometimes all the anxiety, sadness, and anxiety become lost. There is a warm feeling that enters the heart.
"I'm sorry, Ras. Not to make you anxious. It's not to make you feel guilty. But everything I do is because of my love for you.
I have promised a lifetime of love for a Larasati bin Fauzan. And please keep this promise."
"Promise you won't leave me again."
"Yes, I promise. I will always be there for you. Even though I'm not a CEO. I'm just the stepson of a big businessman. I no longer have the company of my late father. Because I sold my mom."
"you owe me the same, mother."
"What debt? debt is missing. I miss you too, baby."
"Debt the story of how you can be free. Debt because it makes me feel sad."
"Not as a debt payer. Ataaaau... want more?" Rangga has raised the body again Laras.
"Maaaaassss... down! I can walk alone." cried Laras.
