Love Mr. Casanova

Charla's jealousy

Ting!

Devan's phone went off again, and again - again the same name that appeared on Devan's phone screen. Makes Charla throw her breath rough.

Devan blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light of the lights that lit up throughout the night. Devan squirms and his good looks become more visible in Charla's eye patch, which has been watching Devan's every move.

Devan's eyes opened, and immediately turned towards Charla who was looking at him without moving. Devan regained his senses completely, and immediately sat down after being able to open his eyes completely.

"Are you awake?" ask Devan.

"Hmmm!" Charla just nodded lazily.

"That's a dress for you!" devan pointed to a paper bag on the table.

"Why are you sleeping here?" charla asked, without answering Devan's words. "Are you not going to sleep with me?"

"I just fell asleep here" Devan replied as he rubbed his face.

A lie! inner Charla.

"Why you?" devan asks who sees Charla as she always is.

"Where have you been all this time?"

"I'm going to Indonesia!" devan replied relaxed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Hmmm!" Devan nodded. "You should shower and change your clothes!" devan.

Charla did not answer Devan's question at all. He stood up and walked to the sofa where Devan was sitting. Without the cue Charla sat on Devan's lap, and placed one hand on Devan's shoulder. Spontaneous Devan tries to get Charla to move in.

"Why?" charla asked looking into Devan's confused eyes.

"Charla, it feels so uncomfortable!" devan replied without replying to Charla's warm treatment.

"Do you not want me to touch anymore?" ask Charla who plays her finger on Devan's chest, by forming abstract lines.

"Charlaaa.." said Devan Lirih, removing Charla's hand from her chest.

"Why?" charla asked in annoyance.

"Preferably replace your towel with a shirt!" devan said pointing to the kimono towel that Charla was wearing, "you can get sick because you've been wearing a towel like this all night!"

"Do you care if I'm sick?" charla said, playing her hand on Devan's chest.

"Charla, please! don't be like this!" push Devan smooth.

"Isn't it cold this morning?" ask Charla with her hoarse voice.

"Indeed!" answer Devan.

"Over this time, whenever we're together, if it's this cold morning you'll definitely ask me to warm up your body!" charla said in a seductive voice while kissing Devan's neck.

"Charla, stop!" devan said, keeping Charla's body away from her chest.

"Are you tired of playing with me?" charla asked, "because you have a new toy?" charla asked before Devan could answer.

Devan breathed his coarse breath. Thinking of something difficult she explained to Charla.

Charla boldly changed her sitting position to face Devan completely. Making Devan hunt - hastily trying to get Charla off his lap subtly.

"Don't you like this stand like Devan?" charla asked in a seductive tone.

"Charla" said Devan Lirih.

Charla took off her kimono towel strap, so her smooth shoulders started to show. Spontaneous Devan casts his gaze away from Charla.

"Look at me!" charla tries to get Devan to see her again.

"Charla, please!" peeking Devan forcedly looked Charla in the eyes. "Not until I'm mad at you!"

Charla raised Devan's hands and placed them on her breasts which were still covered in a kimono towel without the belt, which could open at any time in case of excessive movement.

"You used to love games like this, didn't you?" ask Charla.

"Charla!" peekik Devan pulled his hand forcefully.

"Devan!" reply Charla.

"Charla, I have an appointment today" said Devan softly, "so please, change your clothes immediately, we have breakfast together and I'll take you home!" continued.

"Promise?" charla asked frowning, "isn't this Saturday that means you're off work?" ask Charla.

"Yes indeed! it's saturday"

"Who do you have an appointment with?" hardik Charla's.

"Emm..." Devan seemed to think.

"Yossy?" charla asked for a forced guess.

"Yossy?" ask Devan back.

"My guess is right, isn't it?" charla asked looking intently at Devan. "Where are you keeping it?"

Spontaneous Devan lifts Charla's body by force, and sits Charla on the sofa. Devan grabbed his phone on the table. Devan immediately entered the password into his phone.

Yocelyn: The day you took me on the road, didn't you? you where? why not return my message?

The last message Yocelyn sent was after 30 minutes of waiting for Devan's reply.

Devan: Of course, Darling! Sorry, I just woke up! I'll pick you up at 9!

Charla observed every move of a Devan making her a little fed up.

Ting!

Yocelyn: Thank you Brother Devan dear!"

Devan: Yes, dear!"

Devan replies to the message of a thin smile on his lips, because there is always a word of affection embedded in between their conversations. Seeing that, making Charla even more burning jealous mixed with annoyance.

What am I feeling about this? wasn't it me who used to ask her not to take me as a hindrance in her relationship with any girl out there! charla said in her heart.

After ending his message with Charla, Devan turned to look at Charla.

"Hurry and change your clothes, Charla!" devan said flatly, "we have breakfast together!"

"We took a shower together!" answer Charla without a base - stale.

"Ck! you shower inside, I'll shower in the guest bathroom!" devan replied gently.

"I'm gonna take a shower with you!"

"Charla, please!" devan stared in the shade at Charla. "I can't be like before! I want to change my image!"

"Bulshit!"

Devan crouched down in front of Charla, using one of his knees as a pedestal. Holding both hands of Charla who did not see her at all.

"I have an appointment with my brother and sister-in-law that I must keep!" devan continued. "All must come to an end, you will find good men who will love you!"

"Why should anyone else love me?" charla asked, "why aren't you? all this time you know, only your presence I've never denied!" charla said fire - fire.

"I know Charla! I'm sorry! but from the beginning I told you, I can't love you!" devan rubbed Charla's head.

Without answering Charla stood up from her seat, and took the paper bag roughly. Then walk back to the room without seeing Devan in the least. Devan who was still crouched down below observed every move - rattled Charla, until she was not seen in the living room anymore. Devan stood up, then rubbed his face rough.

I regret that I am proud to be nicknamed Mr. Casanova! The reality put me in a difficult position like this! devan said in his heart.

Moments later, the two left their hotel room. And together they walked towards the restaurant downstairs in silence.

"What do you want to eat?" devan asked as he read the menu book in his hand.

"Whatever!" answer Charla cuek.

Spontaneous Devan glanced at Charla who pretended to be busy staring at her phone screen.

"Give us the best-selling breakfast menu at this restaurant two servings!" devan said to the Waiters standing next to their table.

"Good, Master!" answer the Waiters and pass from the table that Devan sits on.

"Charla?" call Devan.

"Don't call me Charla!" charla said cynically.

"Who should I call you then?"

"The saddest man!" charla said cynically!"

Devan took her breath in, and threw it away violently.

"How can I call you that?"

Charla just lifted both shoulders. Until their order came there was no more chatter between the two.

Both of them ate without making a sound, but Charla really ate like never before. He eats fast and fast. Devan knew it was on purpose by Charla.

At half-eight, Devan takes Charla out of the hotel area and drives Charla home to her apartment.

"Is your car at the club?"

"Then I'm picked up!" answer Charla cuek.

"It's here!" devan said as he stopped in front of Charla's apartment building.

Charla came down without a word, she went straight into the lobby without waving a hand or anything like that.

Devan stared at Charla's back until she was invisible. Sometimes he would throw his breath rough. After that, return the car to leave the apartment area.

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