Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
The Morning Warmer

Yeah. That bad past, it must have been Holy trauma remembering it. Events that night. Not only was she almost raped, she also had a miscarriage. And that suddenly horrified me.

"Don't worry. I'll ask some people for help to stand guard outside. Full, for twenty-four hours non-stop. And don't be afraid, you'll always be safe by my side."

He's nodding. "I believe you."

I kissed her forehead, then pulled the blanket over her to her chest. "Now sleep, yes. It's too late."

And he also complies. After Sacred closed her eyes, and I thought she was already sound asleep, I grabbed my phone to contact Simon and his teammates to start keeping watch. I won't let anything bad happen to my future baby. No matter how small the danger, I will get rid of it before it happens. And I have to put a gun under my pillow just in case.

A few minutes after I called Simon, from upstairs I faintly heard the sound of a car horn coming from the front yard. Simon also reported via whatsapp that he and his friends had arrived and were ready to watch.

Yeah, actually we slept in the old Holy Room tonight. Upstairs. Right next to Indie's room. Although not too luxurious, the scenery in the back area is quite good. There is a window that is positioned just above the pool. Two days ago, Mbok Sari had already cleaned this room at the request of Saints. While the room on the lower floor was occupied by the Holy since he was blind. So that he has no trouble getting to his own room - which of course is very dangerous if he has to go through the stairs.

Last afternoon, when I first went upstairs to put my suitcase, I had no trouble finding the room that Holy meant. Because, at the door of the Holy and Indie rooms next to each other there is their names. Looking at the position of the adjoining room I came to think: what if we -- me and Saints, plus, Billy and Indie stayed here together and occupied this adjoining room? Who can roughly resist *affirmation and make the atmosphere of the room the quietest? Or, who is more frenzied and rowdy when we make love at the same time in each other's rooms?

Ah, silly. I realized the shortness of my mind at that moment. But really, there are those whose brains are more complete than mine. My wife. Suci Mayang Sari Sanjaya. How not, try it? The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing because of the ridiculous act.

Tumben he called, I thought at the time. I received the call with panic in my chest.

"What's wrong?" ask me after shifting the call option on my android screen. "Where are you?"

He giggles instead. "Sleek, dong...! Don't panic that."

"Yes tell me where you were."

"What the hell?" grumbling. I quickly got out of bed and looked up at the window.

Geez. I gaped, then started to crack open. So is the Holy One down there.

"Oh. my." I said.

Suci lying on his stomach* in that rattan recliner. Plain, with nothing. He sighed* spoiled on the phone. "Is there something you like? Hmm?"

"Yes. A bunch. Everything was. I like everything. What an amazingly beautiful view. Well-favoured. I don't see anything I don't like."

He's giving a thumbs up. "good. So, come. But don't get hurt when you run down the stairs. Hurry up, I'm waiting for you."

"Well! Who said I would use the stairs? Well, Baby, I'm coming."

I threw my phone on the bed and took off my pajamas. Climb out through the window and jump into the pool. Immediately I pulled over, got out of the pool, approached and slowly crept onto the recliner. Overlapping my wife's sexy body.

Just incredible!

"Truly a great morning welcome. You are the best."

She smiles. "Well, that's how I am. And you're the lucky guy. Remember, just slow down."

Sure - slowly, very slowly, then I whispered, "Close your eyes, dear. Feel me. Feel my love for you, the Morning Warmer."