The Curse of Love of Casanova

It's shocking!

"Babble! what are you doing here?" questions that really do not need answers are thrown away.

Could he have forgotten that a few minutes ago they were betting on the circuit? what a stupid and ridiculous question.

Familiar with the voice, the girl who turned out to be the future teacher glared with mixed feelings between fear and confusion. unable to believe his hearing until finally God walked towards him and pulled his hand to both top the motor and dart away from the crowd.

"Stop.stop.." Cintya hit the back of the God.

After several hundred meters from the original place, God finally stopped his motorbike, because Cintya who continuously hit the back of God as if she was a victim of kidnapping.

"Where are you taking me? Want to kidnap me or cheat me, don't want to give me money betting?" describe the girl with the trousers and black leather jacket.

The god flinched, without taking off his full face helmet the man let Cintya babble while folding his hands on his chest.

"Silence? what other than a con man you're mute?" check out the girl again.

"Had nagged it enough? or is it less?" The god took off slowly the fullface helmet that hid his face.

Cintya glared again.this time it was not just her voice that the girl recognized.but her face that was plastered for real in front of her eyes made her want to immediately disappear from where she stood.

"Of!" Lirih Cintya grinned. quite scared actually but she tried to cover her nervousness.

"Do you cry like that?" snapped God.

"He... He's.." Cintya did not answer, only the laughter that was forced out was heard.

"A little out of my mind, you're so crazy." The god looked at Cintya's body from top to bottom while twisting it.

Cintya still does not answer, rather do not know what to answer.

"Tell me, what's the reason you can come along!"

"Well, why did you come along?" Cintya doesn't want to be blamed.

"Need to ask me?" The god pointed to himself.

"Don't equate me as you!" snapped it.

"Gue guy bocii.l! don't make me the same as you girls! especially a kid!" it still stuck with a higher tone.

"Yes.. Cintya wants to feel a little free. do the desire Cintya. you can't?" Cold sweat had come out of the temple of the girl whose hair was still broken, so it waved because it was toyed with by the night wind that was getting cold.

"So this is the freedom you often talk to me about?" Cintya nodded.

"Being a wild racer in the nightlife?" Cintya nodded back.

"Do the house people know about this?" Cintya.

"Looks like I should rethink about my offer as you?" while pulling the girl's hand in order to be good on her bike the God said.

"Which one?" it seems that Cintya forgot if the Gods ever said that.

"The offer of giving freedom to you and letting you do what you want!" The god turned the key of his motor then spurred it on with Cintya who was already perched on top of his motorbike and hugged her waist tightly.

The god spurred his motor at a moderate pace and Cintya still tightly hugged the man's waist.

Maybe the girl is not aware of his actions at this time.if in certain circumstances, surely the words and watchful movements that he uttered.

"Cil, since when do you play like that?" asked the God with a slight turn of his face so that Cintya could hear his voice.

"Since entering college, but dare to take bets recently" replied the girl.

"If first?"

."If you used to just watch it as a temen-temen"

"Chick girl what guy?" the Lord asked sounds like he was interrogating her.

"Yes that guy! just a woman's Cintya doang." Replied the girl who made the God riled up and accidentally pulled the motor gas very fast. so that makes the motorbike that is riding a pair of young people quickly split the night road that began to stretch because the day had more than late.

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