The Curse of Love of Casanova

The Curse of Love of Casanova
Promise to the little guy.



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We are met by a universe determined by fate and united by a soul mate and separated only by death.


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"Sister, thank you for helping Adisty, you want to take care of Adisty forever?"


"Yes, I promise to take care of you forever."


"Are we friends?"


"Well, we're friends."


"But brother will go."


"Sister will be around you,"


"Promise;"


"Promise."


"What after great we're getting married?"


"Ha.ha.ha.., but you're a kid."


"Then you have to wait for me to get big."


"Yes well, brother will be waiting for you."


The cup!


"Adisty dear Brother"


The god smiled in light of the events of sixteen years ago, when he brought the little six-year-old girl back to the wedding.


The babbling of a little girl is as if she were amened by thousands of angels.The short chatter that has bound the heart of a four-year-old teenager.


After that night God never reunited with the little girl who made his world fixated on memories of the past.


Until ten years later his heart trembled for the first time when he saw a teenage girl with typical school attributes of students who were MOS.


A beautiful girl with an angelic smile wrapped in a bent face and fate separates her again.


Now they are rediscovered in a very dramatic way, a silly match that they had rejected.


Cethek!


The frictional sound of the two clinging fingers forced God back to reality, after a few seconds of surfing in the past world.


"Of!" The god raised his face, parallel to the face that was filling up the entire space in his memory.


"What do you think about?"


"You." replied the God between the arches on both corners of his lips.


"Ngapain thinks of Cintya,"


"Om, why the hell see that?" Cintya was nervous, her eyes were moving wildly and then lowered her head, hiding from the sharp gaze of the man in front of her which made her misbehave.


"Duh ngapain the hell on this screen see until the whole thing, make me nervous anyway." Cintya monologues in heart.


"Cil, you want not when we first met "Cintya raised her face because the God asked her the thing that made her upset and also laughed amusedly when she remembered it.


"Cintya will never forget the time when Om entered Cintya's room like a lizard, without permission."


"My room is Cil, you're my my myopic"


"Udah, no need to discuss the past," Cintya switched the conversation because she was embarrassed if someone reminded her that she was wrong.


"I'm actually talking about my past as you. we are in the past" said the God in his heart.


The god smiled faintly, looking at the face of the girl before him, making Cintya even more misbehaving.


"What the hell?" Cintya hid her smile and her blushing face with a lowered head.


"What?" The god tilted his head to look at Cintya's face.


"Of,!


"Yes dear," looking at the blushing face of Cintya, the Deity grew increasingly seductive.


"ih, nyebelin, Cintya wants to go home." Cintya was already preparing to leave before God handed the device before her.


The girl's eyes glared when she saw the photo displayed above the screen.not only One but many with various poses and facial expressions.


"Om, this photo?" Cintya was astonished, how God could have the photo, while the incident in the photo was already more than five years ago.


"How can Om have this photo and how does it go?" Ask the girl in wonder.


"Of course I take it secretly,"


Yes, it was a photo of Cintya when she was a high school student. The god got it by accident as he crossed the street around the school where he studied.


A place with many memories with Leo.


Cintya was more confused when the god also gave a small object beloved by the owner of the face in the photo.


"Here," Cintya suffocated." It's Cintya's lost hairpin, how could it be Om?"


"Have you forgotten that I'm a Herlambang God? A rich man who can easily get anything I want." The god pongah.


"Curtain! You really can't choose time." Cintya was upset, but the girl had just been happy because God was so sweet and now she was back in infuriating fashion.


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God damn!!!


Readers want nabok not that mouth????


Gess's tracks...