Love Mr. Casanova

A Letter to Little Charla

🍄 Charla Apartment

Charla opened her apartment door with joy. Throwing his little bag over the bed. And immediately approached his study table. Take out the diary book, which has always been his vent.

It was as if the thick book had always interceded in his conversation with the mother. A conversation that never gets answered.

Charla put her pin in, and the first thing she saw was always a picture of the mother with five students. Two of them are twin brothers. And one of them he just saw. Yes, Devander Gibran.

Charla pulls out a pink ballpoint pen, opens the lid, and points the pen to a blank sheet.

Dear Mom & Dude & Dude

Little Charla saw it, Mom!

I saw!

The handsome student you wrote in your letter.

Mr. Casanova is classy, the one you loved in your youth.

Devander Gibron!

I saw it, Mom!

I saw!

And I've proven the contents of your letter, Mom.

Until his age, he is still handsome and charismatic!

Really if I was in Mommy's position back then, maybe I'd love her too.

Although she was a famous Casanova in her time.

Because in fact, now I love his son.

Loved her son so much!

I've proven it to you, Mom!

I won the love of Ivander Gibran.

Mama! let me be with him, Ivander Gibran!

What information Daddy gave me was very helpful in getting the crown prince of the Gibran family.

Charla moved from Switzerland to Oxford.

And left Daddy spreading his wings in London.

Let's just say it's your delayed success, Mom!

And Mommy knows?

Mrs Gibran, or what Daddy calls my second Mommy, Mommy Yocelyn.

She is very beautiful, kind and gentle.

It's only right that Daddy Devan subdues him, Mom!

Mama! Your Little Charla is happy . . .

Meeting them is like meeting you, Mom!

Thank you, Mom!

Mommy had already left many letters for Little Charla.

Although I have never seen Mommy in person, at least I will get to know your youth.

Charla was sure, one by one I would get to know them, the people you mentioned in your letter.

Mommy, I love you & ___________________________________________Mommy

Little Charla's tears ended her handwriting.

"If Mommy was still around, Charla would be much happier."

Charla grabs the box containing, a pile of letters with colorful envelopes. Where in each corner of the letter there is a sequence of numbers, so that Charla reads in order.

Box Mommy legacy, he received from the Daddy, when he was 17 years old.

And from that day on, he had a diary that he always thought of as his mother's ear. Whatever he did, he always wrote in the book. It was like telling Mommy.

Charla grabbed an envelope that read the last number. Charla reopened the envelope. I don't know how many times Charla opened it.

The envelope contains prints of photos from the little Mommy, her teens, and her Mommy period with Devan, to the wedding photos of Mommy and Daddy.

And one of Charla's favorite photos. Mommy and Daddy are at Lake Zurich. With Mommy's stomach slightly bulging.

Charla's tears came back, looking at the lake of Zurich. What he knows as the place to meet Mommy and his Daddy first time. And the photo he held was the last photo of Mommy while still in Switzerland.

"Charla wants to share her happiness with you, Mom!"

"Charla also wants to be like them, accompanied by her Mommy in their happy moments in adolescence."

"Mom, I love you!"

Charla kissed the photo inside. It's like kissing Mommy's face in person.

🔥 Flashback On . . .

"Daddy, next year is Charla's seventeenth birthday!" said Charla who just blew out the number 16 candle.

"Daddy knows" Darren replied as he carried his teenage daughter in his lap.

"What gift would Daddy give Charla at 17?" ask Charla, the spoiled girl.

"Emmm.. Daddy will give you the best gift, Daddy's most beautiful daughter!"

"Secret doong!"

"Daddy, Charla is impatient!" rengek Charla still wears a birthday dress.

"You must like it!" darren replied with a smile on his lips.

"If it turns out Charla doesn't like it?"

"Then Daddy will obey whatever Daddy's daughter wants!" darren answered while shaking Charla's nose.

"Yeah! and Charla wants to, Charla's seventeenth birthday at the hotel!"

"Ok, baby!"

Darren was happy to see his daughter who was always happy. What else can Darren do besides making his daughter happy. Remembering her daughter never felt a mother's affection.

🍄 One year later . . .

With a sky-blue birthday dress, the girl stood behind a large table with a 17-figured cake.

The school friends he invited were already present. Charla's seventeenth birthday party was held in the ballroom of a five-star hotel.

The lavish party went on very well. Yes, Daddy Darren in Charla's eyes is the best Daddy. Who always keep the promise by holding a super luxury party.

The party ended at exactly 11 p.m. In the middle of the cold night, Charla returns to the hotel room she had prepared for her.

Charla removes the thin makeup attached to her pretty face with the help of one of the maids from home.

Darren walked in with a pink gift box in his right hand. Wrapped in a fuchia-colored ribbon and a matching colored flower.

"Happy birthday, girl!" darren said he gave the box.

"Thank you, Daddy!" charla received the box with joy.

"Don't open it!" darren said when he saw Charla pulling the ribbon.

"Why?"

"Wait until you're alone in this room, let no one know what gift Daddy gave you!"

"OK!" answer Charla.

After Charla had put on her nightgown, she immediately jumped onto the bed, facing the box.

Srett!

The ribbon strap that locked the box was pulled by Charla. Slowly Charla opened the box, and Charla was confused.

"Diary book?" pekik Charla saw a diary the size of a notebook with a cover that was very beautiful and looked quite luxurious. With the dominance of pink.

"Why did Daddy give me a diary book present? Is it still a literary diary?" charla asked confusedly. "Ah, I don't like it! it's not era! brarti I can ask Daddy anything I want!" exciting Charla.

"But it's also a good diary! unique!" charla.

Charla picks up the book, but Charla's eyes are focused on the box below.

"What's this Box?" charla muttered looking at a box the size of a notebook.

Charla took the box. Slowly open the box. The first thing Charla saw, was a letter, written on a picture of the princess.

Happy Birthday, my baby girl!

Yes baby! although today you're exactly seventeen years old. Mommy will still think of you as a baby.

Baby, when Mommy writes on this piece of paper, you're 39 weeks old in Mommy's stomach.

Mommy doesn't know son, why Mommy wants to write this 17th birthday greeting for you. You were not born yet.

Mommy also does not know why Mommy wrote so many stories for you. Mommy just wants, at the age of 17 you know Mommy's journey as a young man, before meeting your Daddy.

In 17 years' time, the papers from these letters will be obsolete. But Mommy hopes you will still read it.

And use that diary, to tell Mommy stories when Mommy isn't next to you.

Happy 17th birthday to my son.

Mommy loves you & she loves you & she loves you & Mommy loves you

From : Your Mom!

Charla's tears just fell. Wetting a piece of paper that has been seen old school drawings.

Throughout the night, Charla spends reading word by word written by the Mommy.

Starting from childhood, until the divorce of Little Charla's grandparents, which eventually made Sanga Mommy meet with Devan.

The story of the Mommy with the Casanova was contained in the letter.

One - one Charla read the letter, like reading a novel. Sometimes he smiles, sometimes he feels sad. Sometimes she feels that her mommy is too stupid to act.

In the last letter, she cried again. When the Mommy struggles for marriage with the Daddy has offspring.

"I love you, Mom! I love you!"

Charla cries as she pleases as the wall clock shows at 5am.

Yep! all night Charla didn't sleep. He spent the night reading a letter from Mommy.

🔥 Flashback Off . . .

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