Casanova Brief of Widows

chapter 1

Chapter 1

Glad in the heart

If you have two wives

Like the world

Ana has one

(Triad-honey three)

While descending the stairs with a burning spirit I hummed my favorite song. My life was so happy because I was surrounded by many women, both outside and inside the house.

I am the firstborn of a couple who are quite religious, but our family is not of ustadz or kyai descent or so on. I have one younger sister who is still in college, she is Farah. Being born as a second child makes him super duper spoiled.

I live with my mother and my sister. Dad was dead when I was in high school. My world felt collapsed at that time. Because I have to go to school and little by little have to learn about Dad's work. I must be the successor to that enormous company of fathers.

"Good morning my ladies" I said to Mom and Farah as I reached the dinner table.

"Again" they answered simultaneously.

I have not had time to pour rice into the plate, my favorite thing called to ask to be reached immediately. The name of Beb Mira is on my expensive screen. I deliberately gave the frills in front of the name of the woman who played my lover. Only one reason, so I don't call them wrong. Understandably, I am a man who has many lovers. I have my own calling for them.

"How many times have you told me not to pick up the phone at the dinner table. Put again what mom slammed your phone, mom busted her card mom closed all the hape shops so you can't buy," threaten my mother who is already caught off guard with my attitude that often picks up the phone at the dinner table. More precisely with me who became proud of every woman.

By breathing out a long breath I again put something that is very useful to me more than my own brother. I've been wary of you talking in simple yet very threatening words.

There is no word of warning that does not come true if Rahma put out her fangs. He was not angry with wrath or overflowing, only with soft words and suppressive alone was including creepy for his two children.

I finished breakfast quickly. So that I could immediately contact my lover, or else she would sulk and inhabit me all day.

It doesn't really matter to me if anyone who's my lover sulks or sulks. I can find pleasure with other women out there. However, I realized that if I sinned by playing a lot of women, that's why I would try to seduce them back so as not to get angry with me. So I don't look for another woman out there either. That way I don't add to sins.

"I'm leaving, ma'am. There was a morning meeting because" I said goodbye to my mother by kissing the back of her delicate hand.

My mother was a strict woman in any case, she educated her children hard, firm and independent. Since childhood, Farah and I have always been taught nothing to do by themselves if they are able, not a little bit shouted bi and bi.

My mother gave me the name Bari abdul jalil which means a good and noble servant of God. Of course they expect me to grow up to my name. In the past, when I was a child, I was always diligent in praying and teaching, even I was the most good at teaching among my peers. It made me and my parents proud. Turns out I have other advantages besides perfect good looks like an arjuna.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't pick up your phone. It's in the bathroom. I remember the day I had an appointment to take you to college. Bari never broke a promise." I crackle while focusing on the streets. I read a message from Mira that reminded me to pick her up.

"When did you call me baby?" tanyakanya.

"Huh? What did I call it? Cook me call baby?" I just don't believe anymore.

"Yes, my ears are still sane and functioning properly. You cheated on me, huh? There's another woman you?" describe my lover in her magic tone.

In my heart, of course, I cursed myself. Why is it always wrong to call the name of the beloved, has changed partners dozens of times but, always I am wrong to call them.

"There is no beb. You know I have a little sister, I used to call her baby. There is no way I have a boyfriend other than you, you just have no end to make me bother to do more. There's not even happiness, it's my stress."

"Oh so you're stressed out having a boyfriend like me?"

Tuuuut. Connection interrupted.

It has been years of being a female speaker but it can still be mispronounced. Can not be left, I must immediately arrive at the house of my lover who most make me satisfied with the hot fondness. Among my other lovers right now, Mira is the best at making my future stand perfectly upright.

"Beb, have you been waiting a long time? Sorry to be so jammed," I said in a tone that I regretted and panicked at my delay.

"Yes." Yeah." Only that word came out of Mira's mouth and into the car.

It's just that word or I just hear that word, my mind thinks I mean it.

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked by raising my eyebrows.

"My breakfast," he replied.

"Breakfast for the stomach. This one hasn't, has it?" I asked by stroking his lips softly nan friendly.

With just a subtle and gentle touch, my lover has put her smile back on. Yes, it's as easy as it is to make a woman happy for me. If there are people out there who say facing women is difficult and complicated, of course because they are stupid in that regard. They don't have the ability to subdue a female like me.

Before driving, I presented Mira with a hot touch on her lips. Things we often do when there is an opportunity in narrowness of course.

You need to know, I do have many lovers and also change partners often. I also often make my lover's days hot and warm with a spoiled touch of my lips. However, never once have I touched them more than a kiss. I've never been to a club or a butterfly nightclub. No matter how bad I am, I don't like that place.

After being satisfied with an exciting breakfast, I delivered Mira to the campus with a face from her. His smile was like the wind blowing slowly on a hot day, very soothing.

Not long after, we arrived at a campus that is quite a favorite in our city. Mira got out of the car with a graceful walk like a model. The body that contains but sexy it always accentuates certain body parts that can invite the desire of adams who are beautiful like me.

*

"Good morning sir" said a few employees who passed by me.

"Morning as well" I answered kindly and the perfect smile made my good looks a hundredfold greater. It's only natural for me to be a womanizer, right?

"Meeting where are we today?" ask my secretary who is one room with me, our table is only separated by a partition from glass.

"In the restaurant of chilli-cebe an tuan," replied Firdaus with his leisure.

"Waaow. Hopefully it's not hot. My boyfriend has three things."

"What connection?"

"Yes if the content is hot continue to be tempted, I know how to make time for my wives. Three if the weekend has dizzy me."

"Wife? Just the same domestically kiss aja spelled out wife," muttered Firdaus who sounded more into satire.

"Eh daus mini's. We as men should choose the best women. We won't know women are good or not if we don't approach them and try them."

"Sir, where the soul mate is a reflection of ourselves. Sir aja his work game here and there, yes later the wife of the master is so."

Plaque!

I threw that brash secretary with a ballpoint pen. He is indeed different from other secretaries, if other secretaries are very submissive and afraid of their superiors, then not with him. He always dared to answer and mock me blatantly.

But I never get angry with him, even though he is a song and brave person to me, I like the way it works that is deft, fast and on target.

Seriate