Love Mr. Casanova

My Name Is Devan!

Life and traditions in every corner of the earth are always different. Not in the absence of significant differences can be experienced by twins like us.

Born from the same womb and the time difference is only in a matter of minutes also the same face and posture. It does not make us born with the same nature.

Yep! maybe it all happened because we were nurtured by different people and different countries. If my brother Alexander has been in full custody by my parents for 9 years, then I have been in the care of Oma and Opa since I was born. For some reason, Papa Haidar and Opa Felix decided to take me to London, England.

The country that eventually became my homeland, because all my identities were changed to Londoners. In added Papa is reluctant to continue the Opa company, because Papa already has a company that is no less large in Indonesia and several other countries. So I'm the one who introduced him as the heir to the FG corp.

I was so spoiled with various facilities. At the age of five I was given a gold card by Opa, to take with me wherever I went with the Nanny and also a special Guard for me. I loved to buy toys at that time, even outside the normal limits of children buying toys in general. And on the street I gave it to the children I met. Or to my schoolmates who asked for it. Yep! because at that time I didn't know that in order to have money we had to work.

Actually it was my frustrating form to both my parents as well as Opa and Oma. When I was 4 years old, I just found out that I was twins and we were separated from our babies. I've met Alexander a lot since I was a kid, and I realized we looked alike. But I didn't think we were twins.

"Why should I be kept away from my parents?" ask me at that time.

3 Years later I understood the business world that could be cruel without aba - aba. And I realized that my frustration was wrong all along, when Alexander had to be in a foreign country in the end. Our faces were never raised at the time, and it made it difficult for any of Papa's enemies to find Alexander. And at that moment, I was thankful. I can still live freely here in London.

I began to grow as a young man at my age, only Opa began to lead me to the commitment of being his sole heir. And I started to divide my time between schools, playing with my friends and hearing about Opa's experiences in business. He hoped that I would become a cold-handed businessman like him.

When I was 15, I fell in love with a girl who was 5 years older than me. She is a 4th semester student at London University. I knew him when I accidentally hit him in one of the shopping malls. And back accidentally met when we returned to our parked car next to each other. And I know her by the name of Ainsley Caroline. Beautiful blonde girl with British blood and my first love.

And then we made an appointment to meet at the London Eye on the weekend. Before I got into my car we exchanged mobile numbers. Bak fell in love at first sight, that very night we began to communicate. The more we tell the more we tell.

Until Sunday it arrived . . .

We met right under the London Eye. With my casual clothes and sunglasses on, I walked up to her who was waiting in a casual dress and looked very pretty in my opinion.

"Hi!" my greeting.

"Hello!" the answer.

"You are so beautiful!" my praise.

"Thank you!" he answered with a smile that made me melt.

"Yuk's fish!" take me to ride the London Eye.

"Corn!" the answer was short and immediately embraced my arm, leaving me a little shocked and awkward.

We walked together to buy tickets. Until we got into the capsule she was still in my arms. Of course my heart felt shaky. We enjoyed the view of London while occasionally taking photos of us together.

Until the evening, I was still with him. And we took the time to have dinner together, before we finally parted ways in the restaurant parking lot, to enter each other's cars and go home alone.

I sat in the back seat with a smile of my own. Remember the atmosphere of dinner last night. We dined in the VIP room, so we were separated from the other visitors. Just as we were about to get out of the room, he suddenly pulled my hand and gave a kiss on my lips. I really didn't think she'd give me a soft kiss on my lips that no one had ever kissed.

"Well! it seems like the young master is in love!" the driver who took me.

"Tch! quiet!" my confused answer is what to answer.

"Hehe, sorry young master!" said my driver while glancing at me daei glass center.

The days we spent together, she used to come to my school to pick me up and go together. I was happy to accompany him shopping at the Mall or just eating. She is not a materialistic girl, she often refuses if I pay for her groceries. And it became a plus from him, in an era that is said to be said many girls are only targeting property.

And I was surprised the first time I saw him pay using a card. Yep! black card is his card. Where am I still given Opa a platinum card.

One day on Valentine's night, he invited me to a Valentine's party in his college hall. With her pink dress she held my arm inside the hall after handing over the invitation card.

The party dominated by the students was of course a lot of types of drinks. I used to drink, just within reasonable limits. Even though Opa released anything to me.

That night, Ainsley was a little drunk. He began to speak half-consciously. Scared me for him. With the help of the driver I drove him home to his apartment. I asked her address and apartment number to one of her close friends. Of course I'm afraid to take him home.

I carried Ainsley's staggering back to the door of his apartment. With one hand, I looked for the apartment card inside his handbag. And the door opened.

I took her to go into the room that I believed to be her room, because it looked well groomed and there was a walk in closed as well. I lay that slender body on his bed.

"You go to sleep, I have to go home!" I said that either will be heard or not at that time.

"You're drunk! don't talk too much!"

"Who said!" he said as he sat down and pulled my waist and hugged me, and leaned his head on my stomach. "I'm still conscious Devan Iaaang!" he said with a heavy voice.

"You're not fully aware!" I said while rubbing his head.

Ainsley stood up while looking me in the eye with a gaze as if to prey on me alive. He did things I never imagined before.

And one sentence he said at the end of our game, made me reluctant to see the girl again. I walked out of her apartment without a word, without even waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

With a feeling that should be happy because of a perfect satisfaction that I first felt, it ended with a great hatred. The words kept ringing in my ears until I dropped my body on my bedroom bed.

Besides finding my first love no longer a virgin, her last words left me unable to sleep all night. I looked at the sky - the sky of the room with a feeling of annoyance.

Ainsley still searches for me at school and in places I used to hang out. But I always dodged him and stayed away from him completely. Even a year later.

And Ainsley was no longer looking for me, when I deliberately asked my girlfriend for help, to pretend to be my lover. And I purposely kissed him in front of Ainsley, when he came to where I used to hang out.

Years passed, until finally the frustration that I kept earned me the nickname Mr. Casanova. Either because of revenge or how, obviously I feel satisfied with the nickname.

With the help of Author's spare change, I will tell the story of my life after I have a challenge from Alexander's wife to get married. They were on their honeymoon in Bali.

"What are you doing here?" ask me once to the girl who arrived - arrived in the passenger seat of my car.

"Help me, please!" he pleaded, then immediately crouched under the chair.

I looked around the parking lot and I found four people dressed in black looking for someone.

"You're the thief!"

"Not!" quickly answer. "Is there a vane as beautiful as me!" said it.

I laughed at her answer. I held back my smile by looking around which only showed four people milling about.

"Go away from here!" said it.

"Why?" ask me to relax.

"Come on! i beg!"

"All right!" my answer.

I drove the car out of the Mall parking lot, without being suspected in the least by the four people in black.

"Who is your name?" ask me after sitting in the passenger seat next to me.

"My name is Devan!"

This is Author's third novel. Before reading this novel, it is recommended to read the novel I LOVE YOU LECTURER! on the same platform.

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