Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 3

I stood in front of the mirror in my closet. With my current style makes me look like a man who just stepped into adulthood. I was more and more amazed with myself, only with a plain white T-shirt that I combined with hem flannel and black jeans with shoes that were in the same color as my shirt. I look like a Korean artist, even though I know that maybe the artist doesn't wear clothes like me.

"Home more than eight o'clock I lock the door" said my mother who heard my footsteps approaching the main door.

"Oh my God, ma'am, it's like a virgin that hour has to be at home. After all it's seven o'clock, how can I just get out of the house in an hour. Not yet traveled, eat." I walked over to my mother who was turning on the TV and sat down next to her.

Mother did not respond to anything, she focused on the large screen in front of her. This way I can't persuade him anymore. If I may choose, I prefer my mother who is chatty and ugly when she sees me lying like this. However, lately if I noticed he never again nagged me, only the affirmative and suppressive sentences he listened to.

"Mom didn't mess with Bar. If you don't change, you better unplug all of your facilities, including being a company leader. Let the company in the same hold of your father's trust rather than you hold it but your own so forget the same identity."

"Apaan the hell ma'am. Take the company. It has nothing to do with it," I don't accept the protest.

"There is, if you become a bully, no one will want to be with you even though you have a beautiful face. Handsome if you can't feed."

"Mother is the same as me?" ask me with a melas tone.

"Relieve. You yourself are too. Tomorrow's weekend, come with me. I want to know you as a mother's friend's son. No rejection" he said at the end of the sentence. Then mom stepped away.

"Mom what the hell, don't want me in a mate. I promise I will change" I cried but was ignored by the woman who gave birth to me.

I sat back down with the dizziness that suddenly attacked. Hearing the word introduce to someone alone has made me parno. It is not my desire to seek a companion that is not of my heart's choice. This is my world, not the world of novels that are willing to be betrothed despite each other's dislikes, forced to marry and throw each other hurtful words and end with the man who became a slave to his wife's love.

Not caring about the threat of mother, I stepped out of the house. I promised Nilam, my third girlfriend, I'd take her shopping.

Tonight the sky looks brighter than usual, where the moon and stars are lined up. I accidentally opened a little window of my car to get a fresh breeze. Perhaps this way my brain can be clearer and can persuade mother not to match me with anyone.

"For a very long time, it's been waiting a long time too," protested Nilam as he entered the car.

"Sorry, it's usual to get stuck."

No more conversations between us. Only our hands are holding each other. The little things I always do to my three lovers.

Yes, I have an advantage that other men rarely have. Besides having many lovers, I am a man who cares about the little things. Because I know, that's where a woman will add to her affection for a man.

I took Nilam to the nearest mall. If you're looking for the biggest mall, I'm sure I'll be home in the middle of the night. You know for yourself how women are when invited to shop. No matter how big the shopping center will certainly remain surrounded by it as well.

My hand I accidentally missed, I wanted to make the people who were there see how affectionate I was to my lover. In addition, so that my lovers feel that they are the only ones and my love for them is completely from the heart, even though it is not at all.

While busy helping Nilam choose a bag, accidentally the corner of my eyeball saw the figure of a woman I know very well. Even though I looked behind me I knew for sure who the figure of the woman who was choosing that outfit was.

"Bee, we're looking for a bag somewhere else. It's there, it's as good as it is" I said as I dragged Nilam away a little.

"Jelick bee, I like it there." Patch it with a light step back to where it was.

And without me expecting, somehow the story goes, Diana was already in the same place. I scratched the scratch on my head that felt dizzy suddenly.

I don't know, even though I have been in this position several times and ended with the breakup of relationships with both my lovers simultaneously. But it still feels like it makes me deg deg an. The problem is that we are currently in a public place. What if my two lovers fight and fight over me. Picking each other up just for the sake of a Bari, a man whose good looks are recognized by the real and supernatural country.

"Bee."

Mucus!

I made a gesture like I was calling someone. In the hope that Nilam would no longer call me and walk to me. In the next second, Nilam was already near me with a bag in his right hand.

"Sorry bee, there's a call from mom. What's up?"

"Buntle, everything's good. Which one do you like?"

Women are unique to me, they have their own character. If Mira can always make my day hot with her lips, Diana who always looks beautiful and makes me laugh because of her sense of humor, then Nilam who acts as if I am her husband, always asking for my opinion when I want something. And prefer things that are my choice for each collection.

"You like everything?"

Nilam nodded with a smile as if he wanted to ask the two to be his.

"Take all bees if you want."

As I expected, Nilam's face instantly sumringah. It's possible that if there aren't many people she'll hug me tightly.

My nurse silently glanced at the place where Diana was standing. Apparently the woman was still at home in the same place. Why of the many malls he had to shop at this place? Of the many days why he had to take off on the same day as my schedule to spend Nilam. My mind asked in annoyance.

"I want a bee shirt too. Can you?"

"Take whatever you want bee."

I am happy to spend my women. I don't know, I'm happy if they're happy too. But of course I do not marry those who memorize my money excessively. Like this Nilam, he always asks for complete goods when I buy them to the mall. It's not about the money, but her extravagant attitude shouldn't be my wife.

I don't like women who like to collect excessive things. If it's useful it's okay, but if it's just for show-off I don't like it. You must be wondering why if you don't like me dating? Just one answer, just for fun. I won't stop courting women with models anyway until I get the woman I'm really looking for. Though I really don't know how the woman I think I deserve to marry.

"Dear you're here? Same who?" diana asked suddenly who had been out of nowhere since when she was near me. Fortunately Nilam was a little away from me until he didn't see me and Diana.

"Eh you're here too. I am the same.sama came here," I replied nervously and stuttered.

Diana mangosteen.

"Bee is good?" tanya Nilam approached me with a dress.

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