Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
my honesty

I'm just as much as I want. Shame as a man - as a husband - must be as much at the feet of a wife as this. But how else, my feelings are really restless, there is a mixed feeling that even I can't describe -- whatever feelings I felt at the time.

"Mas, please talk. I'm sure, I must have heard your explanation. I can definitely deal with this, anything. As long as it's not betrayal, I'll forgive you and help you solve everything. Please, tell me what's going on?"

I looked up, raised my head and showed my sinful face. My tears were endlessly flowing while Sacred wiped them away.

"Everything's gonna be okay, okay? Now, please, please tell me, huh? What's up?"

I took a deep breath and I looked down again, full of anxiety. "I.." My voice choked again. "It's disgusting, Yang. I'm...."

"disgusting? Wh why? What's going on?" holy Tanya tried as quietly as possible, but I knew she was so upset.

I closed my eyes and said, "I'm being abused, by someone."

"Huh?" the Holy Voice was barely heard.

I nodded, then shook my head, a vague expression. "Someone has harassed me" I said again.

"What do you mean, Mom? Harassing? Harassing how?"

"I, I don't understand it completely. How can? Explain, Mas!" the tone went up an octave. "You drunk? You touched alcohol again? Da? That means you're looking for disease and I can't tolerate it. It means you're knocking yourself out. I can't accept this. Whatever your reason!"

Gee whiz...

"No. Not like that, Yang. Not because of alcohol. I'm drugged. I was injected until my whole body went limp. I can't make a sound. But, I. I was also given medicine. Up, on, and. I'm wearing."

In disbelief, Suci shook his head. But I want him to believe me. I stood up, unpacked my briefcase and took out a map containing a piece of medical paper, the results of my laboratory checks at that time. I leave it to him even though he may not understand the results of the print out examination from the laboratory.

"You can take this to the doctor and check the content of the drugs listed in this document. This is the test when I went to the hospital. I dare not touch you because I feel dirty. I feel myself despised. And, I didn't want you to see my body back then. That's why I exist, there are many traces. Redder. Dirty. I even hate myself. And now, whatever. It's up to you not to believe. I'm telling you the truth."

As if I had no face, I decided to leave immediately in the presence of the Holy One who was sculpting, silenced and fixated there. Although it's actually wrong. Still if it stays there: I fear my existence will make Saints more stressed. Go: I'm afraid Holy why-why. But I think, my presence also has no effect whatsoever for the turmoil he is feeling, it can even muddy his mind. So yeah, that's it. I decided to go first from there.

"Please your mind" I said. "Think about this. You have the right not to trust me and you have the right to make any decisions, okay? Now I'm going to go first. Please keep calling me if there's anything on you. But for sure, I love you very much. Please take good care of our child. Excuse me."

I stood up, walked away without any empowerment.