Conqueror of the Casanova

Chapter.01 Diandra Amandita

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A modestly styled woman, but, still looking fashionable, walked along the coastline, breezy wind blowing away some of her unraveling hair.

It was still too early, even the sun had not yet revealed its light, hiding behind the sea with a red tinge around it.

Very beautiful scenery, also pampering the eyes, coupled with the typical fragrant ocean that feels adds to the perfect atmosphere this morning.

Not too many people, visitors seem to still enjoy the time in their respective rooms. There were only a handful of people who were walking as well running small, which he could see there.

Those beautiful eyes closed, her nose inhaling deeply, holding her back for a while until the lungs on her chest felt full, then throwing them away slowly, while opening her eyes again.

There is nothing more beautiful and pleasant than all that he can enjoy at this time. Living on a very beautiful beach, to become a destination for many tourists from home and abroad. He was so grateful for all that.

“Dian!” A call from someone made the woman turn her gaze, glance, then look back towards the open sea.

A young man was seen approaching her, with a face of sumringah . “I'm looking for you from earlier, it turns out you are cool yourself here!” he said, after standing next to Dian.

“Who told you to look for me?” indifferent Dian.

He never cared about the man next to him. According to him, life itself is more fun, without any rules that curb and jealous drama that is so laughable.

“No hell,” replied the man, scratching his non-itchy head.

“Dian, where are you going?” asked the man again, when he saw Dian stepping away from him.

“Back to hotel, what else do you want?” he answered while continuing to walk.

“We go together, I also want to go back to the hotel.” Aligning her steps, she keeps trying to get close to the woman she has been fond of for two years.

Dian did not reply, he just continued walking without assuming the whereabouts of the man. A man who has expressed love to her several times, making her feel bored and bored.

Jonas, a thirty-year-old man who has loved Diandra since two years ago. The man who works as a manager at the hotel not far from where Diandra works, as if never tired of disturbing the life of a Diandra.

Women who are famous for their beautiful faces and perfect body shape, but, behave cold and arrogant when faced with a figure named man. His attitude has even caused a lot of controversy and unclear rumors around him. Starting from same-sex enthusiasts, to the anger of striped hotel customers who try to seduce him.

However, all that did not bother him, he remained with his stance and his attitude. Until unconsciously it is also what makes himself so charming in the eyes of other men.

The divinity of the other women also color his days. It was certainly just an entertainment for women like Diandra, she preferred to ignore troublemakers and then move behind unseen, then surprise at the end.

Arriving at the crossroads, Diandra slightly stopped her steps.

“Ngapain are you following me? Isn't your hotel there?” ask Diandra to Jonas. He pointed to the hotel where Jonas worked with his chin.

“I want to take you first,” replied Jonas.

Diandra grunted annoyedly. “I'm not a kid who has to be taken everywhere,” he said he did not like, then walked back.

Stepping even faster towards the hotel where he worked, he was indeed staying behind the hotel, there was a simple house that he deliberately bought a few years ago.

“Where to, Brother?” a younger-looking man greeted him, as soon as he entered the house.

“Custom, beach,” replied Dian, stopping his steps for a while while paying attention to the appearance of the sister.

“You want to go back to resto?” ask Dian.

He worked at one of the restaurants that were there a few months ago, so they lived together. Ares was five years different from Diandra.

“Hem, have you had breakfast?” ask Diandra.

“Already, I cooked a special fried rice for Brother,” replied Ares.

Dian nodded. “Thank you,” he said briefly, then passed to his room, to clean up and prepare, because soon it was time to go to work.

Entering the bathroom, he let his body splashed with cold water from the shower, heavy breathing was heard repeatedly, no matter what he was thinking at the moment, until his eyes seemed to tremble slightly.

Yes, behind that strong figure, so many burdens that he had to bear alone. Without anyone knowing, the pain in his heart.

Finished with the self-cleaning event, Dian walked towards her room, picked up the work clothes hanging in the closet, then put them on.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, to polish her beautiful face, with various types of neatly arranged face.

“Perfect,” he said, when standing in front of a large glass, a medium-sized bag he had delivered on one of his shoulders, hils shoes with a height of five centimeters support his appearance today.

As a secretary she should always look beautiful, neat, and ready to be on standby wherever and whenever the boss asks for her help. In reality, he is the real boss.

Move to the dining table, where there is a special plate of fried rice that the sister has prepared. He smiled as he sat in a chair, staring at the work of his sister, after years of schooling in the field of gourmet.

Drinking water as the beginning of the morning breakfast. Slowly his hands feed a spoonful of fried rice, Dian closed his eyes, enjoying the taste that felt very longed for.

Cuisine of the mother. Yes, this is very similar to the cuisine of the woman who had given birth to him twenty-seven years ago. Dian opened her eyes that were already covered by the water in the fertilizer, she missed.

Taking a slow breath and then exhaling quickly, then chewing his food again, he did so many times until the fried rice ran out.

The breakfast felt heavy and stiffened my chest. He began to wash the dishes, grabbed the bag he had placed on one of the other chairs, then walked outside to go to the hotel where he worked.

Moments later, Dian had already stepped inside the hotel building where she worked, a firm step, with her chin in a confident lift making her always the center of attention around her.

Fashionable appearance is perfected with a good body shape, making it always look perfect, plus thin makeup that decorates his face, making men can not just turn their faces away.

Walking towards the other side of the hotel, which was designated as a special area of the office, he stepped towards the manager's room, sitting at the front, as a secretary. Put the bag he was carrying, and went straight into the manager's room, to do his job before the person who had the room came.

Making sure everything was in the right position, preparing the coffee and making sure all the files were in place, he just came out after all his work inside was done.

“Good morning, Dian.”

 

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