Dreams of Spring

Dreams of Spring
Love is the moment...



In a luxurious house with a spacious courtyard, the maids were busy preparing breakfast for their employers


the father, who would go to his office as chief prosecutor and a middle-aged but still very beautiful woman, was sitting in a chair in his room reading the newspaper


and a beautiful girl but very proud and arrogant, they are an icca family.


the icca family was getting ready to go to the breakfast table, the routine they did every day, his mother icca had a very famous boutique among the conglomerates in her city but did not reduce her hospitality, the nature of the icca differs from its polite and friendly mother to anyone without distinguishing their social status, but??? unlike her husband, Icca's father


the middle-aged man in his work suit who still looked cool and fashionable was very ambitious


it seems the nature of icca is declining to his father


there was nothing special when the icca family ate, no noise, they ate so well that morning


icca's father opened a conversation about Alberto's father's plans to hold an engagement two months after class


icca, who heard her father's words, was silent without flinching, and the mother stopped her hope and handed it over to her daughter


his mother simply advised to do according to the heart of icca do not take steps that will plunge you later, because there are some things that cannot be forced, namely the heart


icca's mother knew that Alberto did not like icca, although his mother was always busy at the boutique but the graceful woman always took the time to ask her son


icca thought about what her mother thought was reasonable, but icca's father disliked her answer, and they always had a small argument


but her mother always did not want to serve her husband, finally the father of icca to the office with icca who all went to school


In a different place in a simple house but too small to notch lived the Orin family


father, mother and himself were having breakfast together, in contrast to a wealthy family who if they ate quietly it did not happen at Orin's house


while enjoying the fried rice ala levels they talked about his father who wanted to find a new job, Orin suggested that the father at home first and looking for a job with a relaxed, relaxed, Orin was very worried about his father if too tired to eat his condition would further make his blood sugar rise and it was very fatal as a result


on the way to school a luxury car stops and calls Orin, it turns out that she is Alberto's lover


Alberto tells Orin to get on and off together, Orin gets in the car but al tells the driver to stop by a place that Orin does not know because this will be a surprise for Orin


after traveling about ten minutes they finally arrived, Orin was made to look at a very beautiful place, Alberto deliberately brought Orin to a private place that has been decorated very beautifully.


today I invited you to ditch for the first time, but I told Johan to pass us on his way, so don't worry..


I want to make the moment that makes you like me the most Orin...


you once said if you had a boyfriend you wanted to go on a date in a quiet park while listening to the beautiful sound of the violin, today I will grant your wish my idol Orin..


alberto's words made Orin's eyes glazed with glass, not expecting that al had actually granted his request, Orin was moved by all that he had done to him, Orin held Alberto's hand gently and tightly and whispered to al's ear that he loved Alberto so much.


Alberto thanks for today's moment


next time don't repeat on our school day


I love you so much, even I feel a little greedy wanting to have you forever


I will always remember your heart and mind a moment of love that really made me a queen for her king


Orin's words make Alberto very grateful to have an angel-hearted girlfriend like his late mother, they also listen to the sound of violin that is specially ordered by al for his lover.


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Thank you for reading my first novel


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