The Curse of Love of Casanova

Part. Regretting.

Happy Reading's...

The sun has fallen at the foot of the western sky, replaced by dim light. orange tinge color decorate the sky with beautiful. The moon rose up and emit bright light in the beautiful night sky.

Time has shown almost dinner time, but two confused human children in different rooms are still reluctant to lift up.

Arrrrgt. " Why haven't the boys returned my suitcase, when I came out wearing his pants." The god breathed a rough breath while throwing the cyntia shorts he was holding.

The god who was tired of waiting finally decided to go out looking for the whereabouts of the girl who a moment ago he upset.

While cyntia who is still mumps inevitably have to slam his ego and return the suitcase he brought.

Finally, two people who were in need to change clothes stepped foot to open the door of each room.

By poking their heads behind the door they compactly look around to make sure no one in the hotel hallway has caught the condition of those who are dressed unfit to wear in public places.

Cyntia came out of the room by dragging a heavier suitcase according to her, while the Gods came out of the room by topping a suitcase belonging to cyntia.

And, when in front of the room door, they are made equally jumped because it turns out their rooms are facing each other. what an incredible coincidence or a stupid cyntia for forgetting that their room is facing each other.

Cyntia who was still upset because she felt driven from the room she entered first slammed the suitcase she held when she saw the existence of God at the door.

The god who was also irritated by Cyntia's act of carelessly carrying a suitcase did the same thing, and finally they both glared at each other rounding their eyes.

"Here go back my suitcase!" cyntia shouted at the gods.

"Who's wrong with whose suitcase?" reply the Gods calm down.

Cyntia who was not blamed put up a frown that made the god uproar because of the rustle.

"Yes, here's my suitcase!" cyntia

"Take here dear dong." god's god-god who makes cyntia more and more keki.

Inevitably Cyntia also went forward first to take her suitcase in front of her, but when she turned around to return to her room cyntia's legs slipped, her body was limp and was about to land pretty on the floor of the hotel corridor if only there were no muscular burly hands grasping and hugging her waist.

Still in the same position with the god's hands tightly hugging the cyntia's slender waist, their eyes locked onto each of the beads before him.

The slow motion incident for a few seconds was a free spectacle live by the hotel tenants.Many hotel tenants passed by because dinner time had arrived.

Not a few pairs of eyes that look at the interaction between God and cyntia with astonished views, funny, or laughing.

"Eh, children should continue inside instead." scolded a middle-aged mother while shaking her head.

"They're a matching and funny couple" exclaimed a man passing in front of them who was followed by his partner's laughter.

And after the embarrassing incident a while ago, the cyntia came back in with a reddened face holding in shame, while the god who had gotten used to the touch felt ordinary and passed into his room.

***

Currently cyntia with his friends are walking around the hotel, enjoying a night full of stars.

Cyntia who was alone waiting for her friends who disappeared somewhere, walking while looking at the stars.

Simultaneously a walking man whose eyes were fixed on the gadged in his hands pierced the body of cyntia and was almost unsteady.

and finally the event of capturing the body like a moment and then again happened.

They were aware of the situation, with the cyntia still in the arms of the gods struggling to be released.

"Duh, the world is very narrow everywhere look at the face of the face of the face continues!" cyntia.

"Heh, little lady, since when did I marry your aunt?"

"It's impossible to marry my aunt, because I don't have a aunt."

"Basar you little boy, anyways why are you still on the road, mingan sono noh masuh room, beautiful bobok."

"Little boy, I'm an adult!" exclaim cynthia who is always angry if she says little child.

"oh yeah? are you an adult and like the wrong room?"

"I'm not wrong, ah I want to go aja. males ladenin om-om". cyntia passed by while grumbling. followed by the crisp laughter of God.

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Elsewhere, a no less handsome young man was pondering on the balcony of his room.

Youth with a cold and firm aura that makes others not wince when faced with his authority.

The dreamy Leo was startled by a pat on his shoulder, smiling when he found out his mother was patting him from behind.

"Still thinking about it?"

"Mommy's not asleep?" Leo answered his mother's question with a question.

"You still thinking about it?"

"I can't help thinking about it."

"You still love him?"

"Do I still need to answer mother's questions."

"Here you go, stop thinking about it. If he loves you he won't leave you for another man."

"But I caused him to go, ma'am, I made him feel less at home beside me. I made him give up and stop fighting for his love."

"Then go after him."

"But now I'm really scared, really,"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid his love doesn't belong to me anymore."

"Then stop thinking about it, try starting a new life."

"I can't ma'am, I'm late to realize my feelings.I'm sorry, sorry to have made him leave me." Leo's words stopped because they held tightness in his heart.

"Yes, I want to go to the room first you rest." and the mother passed away leaving the leo who was nostalgic with her old memories.

Lilian, where are you now how are you.what a jerk that makes you happy.I'm sorry for upsetting you.

If I could turn back the clock, I'd like us to get back together.let you tail me as long as you never leave.I'm sorry lillian, I'm sorry.

the night is getting late but sleepiness leo never come to him.like the other nights the man never sleeps well after the departure of his best friend and lover.

Regrets do come too late, there is no use to regret it. All we have to do now is to improve ourselves so as not to make mistakes like in the past.

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