The Curse of Love of Casanova

Part. Lunches

Happy Reading's...

The sun was right overhead as the loveyas walked into the luxurious restaurant, which was made a place for her to meet someone who she said was her future husband.

The heat of the air mixed with dust like burning the skin of his face white to reddish, and his head like a storm hit a pebble due to the sun's sting.

Cintya hastened her steps because she could not stand the dry state of her throat, longing for a mouthful of water that would convince her that she was alive.

"Hufft.. It's so hot. so thirsty!" he complained, then he immediately stepped in and wanted to immediately get what he needed.

But he had to be disappointed because the table that had been reserved in his name had been occupied by someone who looked strange.

"Oh God! I hope not him. I beg you Lord!" His prayer was more precise, he lamented, when he saw a geeky-looking young man with round glasses, very neat chimed-up haircut and pants with a sash strap on both shoulders. and do not forget the length of the pants that are ten inches above his eyes until the soccer-patterned socks plastered real because the pantouvel shoes he uses a little loose maybe even oversized.

As fast as lightning, Cintya turned to her back to the table because the young man she thought was strange looked up and looked at her.

For a while Cintya was still in her position, trying to set a strategy in order to escape the lunch trap that would lead her to an all-time nightmare.

Again Cintya turned to the same table, and everything she saw was still the same. with the same table sequence and the person who occupied it was still the same.

"It's true it's his desk, I thought I saw it wrong." Cintya is back in the monologue.

"Well, what a damn thing!" His grunts.as he circled his eyes looking for an empty seat so that he could occupy. "when I want to quickly sit down and order a drink." kesalah. "where worn out again, yes I have to go back, nyari elsewhere just to buy a glass of juice.trus how dong same orders grandfather. time should I stay that's the person." Cintya is getting busy with her own speech, and that is enough to make her the center of attention of the surrounding visitors.

Aware of her being the subject of the spectacle of the diners, Cintya was about to leave from there. Fuck the orders of the matchmaking grandfather.as soon as he had to go from there, looking for the source of his livelihood is drinking. at least he had to live in order to receive the anger of his grandfather.

Just as he raised his foot to step up, a voice heard people calling him from behind.

"Wait for miss." And if heard more clearly that voice is not a voice call but rather a whimper.

No need to look back, Cintya can see from the tail of her eyes that the strange young man was calling her.proven by the establishment of the strange young man who stood from his sitting position.

Without a second thought, Cintya immediately continued her steps, and in the third step she saw a familiar figure sitting on her back at the third table where she was standing.

Like getting an oasis in the desert, with a thousand steps Cintya drew closer to the table and her eyes glanced at the orange-colored liquid.

"My juice!" screeched at the young man as he saw his glass of juice drift suddenly.

And how shocked he was when he saw the perpetrator of the seizure of his juice orenge.

"Nuts!" The god was dumbfounded to see Cintya guiltlessly drink up.

Cintya just glanced, not too important according to how the reaction of the Gods.which is important at this time she had to wet her throat that was almost dry. and it is not because of the hot weather alone but because of the shock of Cintya because the person who will be in his jump more like a clown according to him.

"How many years you don't drink." taunted the God who saw Cintya was calling for a servant. And with her henchmen she sat before the God without regret.

"Thank you!" the grin as usual.

"Ck, you be a girl no sweetness if you drink again, maen sosor aja. Jaim dikit napa."

"Keburu died if you have to skip the jaim ritual. tya had almost fainted earlier."

"Emang you did this." What a silly question that came from the mouth of a man as silent as God.

"Yes, eat!" answer cintya. because his intention from the beginning was to want lunch, more precisely the promise of lunch.

"Or me! that means the girl tumben kayak elo eat it in this place, usually your place that suse-menye so!" Gods sneering.

"Idih poignant tuh mouth. can times om Tya eat in the place of this." sewot Cintya. but no doubt the slices of meat that almost entered the mouth of the God immediately stopped by the mouth of Cintya because the girl suddenly opened her mouth asking for a bribe.

"Hoo the laper." Cinta chewed her food.

"Let's change my bribe." pinta dewa

"Relieve it!" And still the owner of the pink tiny lips asked for a bribe somehow I how many times.

"Definitely you! my quarry that you need you don't want" God is grieving. and cintya just puts his shoulders without the slightest guilt.

"Lu haven't answered why are you here alone?" Cintya did not answer immediately because she was busy with new food delivered by the waiter.

"The covenant of meeting the same person, but unfortunately the person is not so dateng." while eating his food the girl spoke.but the focus of the god is not on the conversation but on the tiny lips that invite him to swallow his saliva.

"So you wanted to be in the story tract?" The god cupped his knife and fork on the plate.he is now a good spectator and listener of a girl who is eating while chattering away from the word elegant.

Cinta nodded, I don't know what she meant.

"So I'm the one who replaced him with your treat." cynical God and Cintya nodded again.

"Okay, there's a condition."

Cintya did not care what she heard, the important thing is that now her stomach is filled and will think about the reasons that must be given to her grandfather later. "okay!"

Unbeknownst to Cintya, God took a photo of the two of them and the camera shots were immediately sent to the number of someone who knows who.

"Si Om ih, what if the photo is allotted into the hands of netizens, it is not a public consumption later." rent Cintya who did not expect if the God took the picture.

"Sok important you! should you be grateful to be able to take pictures with me?"

"Emang Om who? ah already! Let's go home, thanks for the deal." Cintya got up from her seat after finishing the food on her plate and finished the juice back, but dear God first blocked her hand.

"Have you gone, I've eaten I'll use it again."

"Aren't you telling the story?" great-grandson Cintya.

"So!" sahut Dewa Quick.

"Master!" Loveyah does not know his shame.

"Groan!"

"Yes, I paid for it." Cintya intends to open her wallet but is held because the hand of God first drags her out of the Restaurant.

"Gue don't need your money, I want you to nemenin me."

Cintya tried to release her hand from the hold of the Gods but because the power of the Gods stronger than her made Cintya resigned until the Gods took her into the car and out of the restaurant.

"Aren't you afraid of me anymore?" ask God because Cintya did not show her fear at all like their time in Bali.

"So!"

"Why is that?"

"Because this is the area of Cintya's power." the girl answered haughtily while pulling her chin up made the Gods slightly want to laugh.

"Your style, Blagu!" The god ruffled Cintya's hair until it was a little messy.

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