The Curse of Love of Casanova

When do we get married?

Happy Reading's...

The afternoon sun seemed to greet the beautiful face that had just opened its eyes. Cintya circulated a look around where she was at this moment.

His vision was rounded when he realized that he was in a room.

A room? uh, didn't he leave for work this morning, why could he sleep. A moment of negative thoughts ambushed him. But he could breathe a sigh of relief from seeing his clothes were still intact. only his shoes were taken off.

Cintya immediately put her shoes back on and came out of the room she recognized was a room in her office.

"The sleeping princess is awake apparently." Alex welcomes the arrival of Cintya.

"Well satisfied with his sleep, deck? ask God . Cintya looked down timidly.

"Where can Cintya be in that room?" Cinta asked with a shy smile.

"According to you?" The god stopped his work and saw Cintya's slightly tangled face yet still looked beautiful.

"aa... Cintya was so embarrassed." she said spoiled while covering her face with both hands.

"Some think the same cave, maybe you have employees who sleep like him." Alex chuckles amusedly.

"He's special when he says he's?" God replied.

"Yep, special wear two eggs." Alex laughed again, making Cintya even more reddened to resist embarrassment.

"But how can you avoid working hours?" Gods clucking.

"Yes.. Cintya sleepy alone in this room, feel bego no one in the work.anything in Om also comes late right?" Cintya doesn't want to be blamed.

"But there's also a good thing you slept earlier.the God won a lot like that!" The god glared at Alex who was talking indiscriminately.

"meaning?" cintya's eyebrows are wrinkled.

"You are the God, after all one of you molor is like kebo." Alex tries to spread hatred in the girl's heart.

"Of!" Cinta asked for an explanation.

"Don't be slanderous!" The god threw the pen he held right on Alex's forehead, making the oriental-faced man grimace while wiping his forehead.

"Gue goes, you guys continue that delayed earlier." said Alex passed away leaving Cintya with worry in her chest.

"Whoy your demon!" Gods growling.

"Can you continue with the explanation? what does that mean?" Cintya looked at the God with a gaze of judgment.

"There's nothing cil, I don't say anything you're satisfied!"

"Alright if you dare." threatened the girl, but did not mind the girl sitting in a chair and faced the prospective husband.

The atmosphere of Silence.both God and Cintya are still busy with their respective thoughts. The gods did not give a task that made the girl always complain as usual.

"Of!"

"Hem!"

"When do we get married?" Cindy asked the question first.

"Why do you ask that question again, have you not been officially bearing the name Herlambang on the back of your name for less than three months?" God is still struggling with the files in his hands.

"Do we have no preparation at all?" Chin-backed cintya made the girl even more cute by reddening her natural pink lips.until the God had to swallow Saliva.

"Ngapain must bother? is there a WO that's taking care of it?" The brown-eyed man preferred to look at the white papers rather than look at the scene in front of him that made him burn.

"Badahat Cintya wants it if Cintya marries later Cintya kayak in romance novels like that." Cintya lips conical.

"What concept do you want?" God tried to beat the thump of his heart that more and more he did not understand.

Oh does he have to die young because he can't control his heartbeat? nay! God is not like that. he is an experienced adult man.it is impossible for him to be tempted by a girl who just graduated from college.

"The intent is ordinary, but memorable."

"What's so common and effective does Lo mean?"

"Cintya wants to choose her own wedding dress, her wedding ring and the one!" said the girl, she was not even able to describe what she wanted.

"We go, I can love everything you want. But you also have to be able to love what I want?" said the handsome man while dragging his girl's hand out of his study.

The god dragged the girl's steps into the company's high elevator.

Ting!

Elevator door opens. The two of them walked side by side to the basement.

"Where are we going?" Asked Cintya who was not answered by the man who was sitting at the back of his wheel .

"We make it clear what Lo wants and what I want!" The god runs his car at a moderate speed, until they arrive in front of a boutique displaying mannequins wrapped in wedding clothes and kebaya that is so beautiful.

Cintya was just silent when the hand of God again dragged her into the space that could make the eyes of Cintya amazed instead of playing.

"Gapain we're here Om!" ask a plain cintya.

"Well, do you want to choose a wedding dress, right? yes, choose it!"

"Say you're all taken care of Wo?"

"Yes not all cil, do you want to marry with a kebaya kedodoran or a model that you do not like?"

"Oh, okay!"

"Let's go, we're in!" A waiter invites Cintya into a room where a beauty is emblazoned.

"Please choose mbak!" Cintya just nodded lightly.The girl's eyes sparkled at the row of wedding kebaya that was so elegant and luxurious.

The god sitting on the sofa of the waiting room was being serious with the gadget in his hands.

"Everything is ready for a momentary malem." a message he read on a flat screen in his hand.

"Okey, set it all up." he replied briefly. Then put his phone back in his pocket.

"Have you?" after he saw Cintya come out with the waiter who accompanied him.

"Udah, but next week we're fitting."

"Okay, let's go home ya." invite God but Cintya held him back.

"But om,"

"Why again?"

"Do we really want to get married?"

"Well! don't tell me you want to cancel this match." The ketar-ketir god fidgeted at the answer from in his small mouth.

Don't get canceled, I don't have to be poor!" screams of the Gods in the heart.