Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 5

Isn't she diana's cousin, turns out she's an obstetrician? Oh my gosh, can I have her as my next lover? But wait for me to think of him as my lover? I hit my head slowly thinking about that stupid thing just now. I'm not interested in a woman like that, I don't know how her face looks, whether she's pretty, or maybe even a lot of pimples. I shuddered at what was on my mind.

I accidentally saw him again. The veiled woman who works as a doctor seems to prepare everything needed with the help of one nurse.

I heard the words of his command which were very polite and sounded soothing. Very different from the woman who is currently still tightly gripping my shirt. His words and voice made people want to kill themselves.

"Sorry mom, calm mom. You should save energy for later. For her husband please put a touch on his back, sir, so that a little comfort."

The doctor said that without looking at me. His eyesight he focused on the woman who was roaring and occasionally down. I don't know what kind of problem this woman has with me, why from the beginning she never looked at me at all. If you accidentally stare at him immediately lowered your head. Is she like this to all men?

"Sorry doc, she's not my wife. I just happened to help him earlier. Her mother was in pain on the side of the road and I brought her here. But I don't want to take off my shirt. I need to get back to work, Doc. Please give her understanding." I deliberately spoke at length so that the veiled woman would be willing to help me persuade this woman.

I spoke without taking a look at him at all. Look closely at the beautiful eyes that are looking down. Suddenly my blood rattled. Body temperature suddenly rises. A heart that beats boisterously and is timid. I was suddenly in a daze for a moment and it was as if I was hypnotized by his eyes. Those two eyes that I didn't see clearly seemed to make a signal not to turn away from her.

I woke up from the banquet when my body felt light. No more strong attractions. I lowered my head to look at myself. I don't know since when that woman's hand is no longer on my shirt.

"Have you, sir? You can come out now" said the doctor who made me turn to him again. Her voice made me want to sleep on her lap. I so imagined if I slept on his lap then gently stroked my hair and sung a lullaby would definitely make me feel good.

"The hunt's out. I told you to come out too." The impact of the distended woman made me come to my senses from delusion.

"Yes yes. Thank you for being helped and taken to the hospital," I said annoyedly insinuating the ungrateful woman. For a moment I looked back at the doctor who was still staring at the floor. Dag dig dug my heart rhymed again with melodious, as sweet as the voice of the veiled doctor. Ah why I suddenly became gesrek like this.

I re-imagined the veiled woman, not knowing why the contents of my head wouldn't switch from her. And it had an impact on my heart that was back beating fast.

While engrossed in thinking about the veiled woman, the ringing of my cell phone resuscitated me from the abomination that should only be owned by women only.

"What?" I asked a little tingly at my mainstay secretary.

"Time to meet, sir."

"Gue hasn't eaten yet. Lu hendel," I replied lightly.

"habit."

"Heh I'm still horrified. Salary is hard work. Don't eat blind paychecks," I'm picking up a phone call.

I don't know, how could this Paradise be my secretary for these five years. He often pisses me off, but is balanced by the way it works.

"Bar, take mom to your friend's house. There's arisan over there," mother's pinta after ashar.

Without ba bi bu I followed my mother's steps, like a driver who followed his employer. Whatever comes out of this mouth is a command that no one will deny.

In fact, now I only have one lover, namely Mira. It's not that there is no intention to search anymore or Diana's oath of acceptance is granted, it's not. That can't be happening.

This all happened because a few days ago mom saw me with a Sinta who wore minimal clothes. The aura in the umbar where but I like, but not with my mother. And it made my mother really angry. Mom threatened to leave the house if I didn't. If so, what should I do other than obey? As a jerk whatever I am, I still need mom.

"This is mom's friend's house?" askaku so up in front of a minimalist one-story house but looks slick.

"Yes, why?"

"Mom have a simple friend too?" I asked still with a tone and expression of wonder.

"What harm? Mother's friend is not simple actually, rich too. His son became a doctor, but he did not want to show it. The guy is very simple. Mother down yes, already on the mother temen dateng. Pick up mom as usual." Without waiting for an answer from me mom went straight down and walked towards inside that simple house.

I still have two hours to wait for my mother, rather than going home I better take a walk to enjoy the afternoon air is almost dusk. Looking around made me remember Diana. Yes, the home of a friend whose mother knows what her name is is still one area with my ex-lover who always makes me laugh. Even the last meeting I was made to laugh by him even though I didn't show.

Because I had no goal I finally drove my car at a slow speed. The further I drove from my mother's friend's house, the faintest I heard the chants of sholawat little children who might be they are teaching.

I sharpened my ears to find the source of the sound. Apparently in the mosque near the restaurant chili-cabe an are crowded will the sound of the children. I deliberately stopped near the courtyard of the mosque to hear the melodious sholawat from their teacher.

I don't know, his voice is like I know and some days I hear. trying to remember but never remember to make me look towards the mosque. I was attentive and

Deg deg deg

My heart is back to roaring. That veiled woman again! How can the world be this small? Why do I meet him so often? I'll be happy.

God why do I always look so hard when I see that woman. Why is my blood also rippling while staring at her even invisible face. Is this what I'm looking for? Only that veiled woman can make me so unworthy. But how can it be? A Bari never falls in love with someone without seeing his face. But haven't I really fallen in love with my lovers all this time? ****! What's more, I started to fight with my own thoughts. Ah no, whether it's love or not, fuck it all. I'll do what I want.

Before I went down, I did not know the location of the hair and also a little talk about my lips to look sexy, although I knew that maybe he did not look at me anymore. But this time I had to make him look at me. I don't know why I'm so curious about this woman.

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