Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
Irritatingly

The annoyance made me choose to sit in the waiting room. It sucks that I had to argue with Saints just because of Rhea.

"I'm sorry" said the Holy One. "I...."

"I'm the one who's sorry. I'm talking too loud. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I understand. But, Mas, if that child was indeed your son, wouldn't you treat him unfairly?"

I'm shaking. "I'll make him understand. And he must understand. All because of his mother's behavior. After all, there is no point in discussing things that are still long. Never mind, don't talk about it again."

Sacred lowered. I know he feels guilty and feels I'm unfair to Rhea's son with the child he's carrying. I understand that he does not want any child to be differentiated, as he had once felt.

But this is in a different case, which. I'm throats. "I promise, if it's my real son, I'll love him. I will not distinguish it from a child born from your womb. I promise, Yang. You can understand that, right? I just want to accompany my wife's delivery. Ye. And only you. You got it, right?"

He's nodding.

"Don't get angry, huh?"

"No, Mas."

"Don't you be disappointed?"

"Em."

"Now kiss me."

"Buck...."

"alright. Let me kiss you."

The Holy Spontaneous stood avoiding me. "Don't fuck around. It's a public place. Shameful...."

"Just be wild. You're my wife, legal wife."

He started to fidget in laughter as I stood up and stepped forward to approach him. "Come, dong, Mas. Don't you joke...."

"I'm not kidding" I said slowly. I started shoving him against the wall. "Before anyone has seen...."

And that kiss happened. Sacred trembled like a girl who had just kissed her lover for the first time.

He's so funny. His cheeks were flushed red, and his smile was endlessly bloated from a shy blush.

"All right," I said. "Come, we'll sit."

But we haven't had time to sit down, the sound of baby crying shrill from the delivery room. "It was born, Mom." Sacred sparkles, looking happy until I feel she's a strange woman. Too kind. I just don't feel anything. There was no vibration at all to hear the baby's first cry.

He's not my son. "Finally, yes, he was born too."

"Come in, meet your son."

"Yes...."

"Please, meet your son, not his mother."

"alright. But you're coming with me inside. Come on."

Sacred according. He was even more excited to see the boy. "Beautiful baby" she said, smiling at the baby who had just been cleaned by the nurse and handed it to me.

"Can I carry a sling?" ask the Saints -- ask permission to fulfill my obligations - obligations that are not yet clearly true or not.

Saints nodded. "Of course, it is your duty" he said.

Ew!

The word indeed seemed to really indicate that I was the biological father of the child. But I don't want to muddy the mood. Let alone. Just for a while.

After fulfilling that obligation, I handed it over to Rhea to hug her for a while.

"What's his name, Rangga? You've already prepared a name for our son, haven't you?"

Oh my God, I'm so pissed off at that damn woman. I never thought of a name for that boy. "I don't have an idea. Maybe I'll think about it," I said. Well, I pity you a little. Just be careful if it proves he's not my son. Don't expect you to be sweet again in front of me.

After that, the baby must be taken to the baby's room and entered the incubator. It was then that I followed the nurse to make sure for myself that what I asked for must be done correctly by the hospital. The blood test I have to wait for.

"You go nowhere" I commanded the Holy One. "Wait for me here. I'm just for a second. Remember, yes, you stay here and don't get out of this room. Listen and follow my orders! Understand, right?"