The Curse of Love of Casanova

Not evil just a fad.

Happy Reading's...

After the death of God, the Madame Director stood up from her seat.walking back and forth still in the room.

His brain was still empty, not a single idea popping into his brain made him sure of his plan.

He wanted something crazier than a scratch on the face or a scoop of chili powder in the mouth of a woman he referred to as a caterpillar.

Actually, Cintya is not evil, just considering the suffering of Lilian who had to lose her honor because her proud brother made her anger ignited. moreover, there was Delon who had to acknowledge another man as his father making his heart throb pain.

"I must find him, I must find him." Cintya monologues alone.her legs are still at home exploring the vast room.

With a funny mouth and occasionally knocking on the forehead, the girl turned to and fro.

He did not know if his activities made other people there chuckle in the car.

Finding his chatty wife still a henchman in his room, God thinks that his wife must be very bored.

While Cintya, felt her brain dead end.

"Aarrgh..." Her screams were frustrated by stomping her feet and sitting on her husband's oversized chair

The masculine scent of the owner's perfume clinging to the back of the chair came out as soon as the girl leaned her back hard.

"Think of a good plan Cintya!" his orders to himself were still in the same position.

Cintya's gaze was fixed on a drawer on her husband's desk.he knew that her husband must have been watching through CCTV, but Cintya did not care about it. Just a drawer instead of a safe.

The clasped hands ruffled the entire contents in the drawer, and it again made the person across therea glare with a sour look.

Cintya smiled smirk found two objects in the drawer, then her right hand pointed one of them towards the camera.he knew if God was watching her at this time.

"I caught you." Two fingers he thumbs his eyes and then towards the camera.

Cheerfully the girl came out of the office.walking casually through the corridor occupied by some company officials.

He still has another hour and a half before the Gods return to the office, and even if the God recklessly does not comply with the unreasonable request, which is to bring Es Cincau original bandung.

The time of the God bodo brings the original or not, Cintya is not craving or anything. she just wants the God a little long outside the office.

"Can you help me?" he told a girl who might be his age.

"Can ma'am, is there anything I can do?" answer the girl who is the employee of the pantry.

"I'm not old, so don't call me mom."

"But you are the mistress of the Director.I am afraid that the Lord is angry because I did not call mother." replied the girl quietly.

"Whose God is it?" The lady spoke as if she was thinking.

"Well!" The employee gawked in amazement.it turned out that the young lady who was the wife of the owner of the company had a high sense of humor.

"Why ha! me/wondered who is God?"

"He's your husband and the director at this place." the waiter said as if he were telling.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. And the guy's out right now, so I'm asking you for help."

Cintya whispered something in the girl's ear, made her dumbfounded and chuckled.

I don't know what he's talking about in such a whisper.Maybe the Madam Director is afraid if the Gods lovers and Readers hear his words...

"Remember nobody knows.I'm waiting in the lobby." He said, handing over a red piece of money.

Furthermore, Cintya giggled herself. imagined by the retaliation that will be received by the caterpillar will certainly give a deterrent effect.

Then with a light step his feet walked towards the ground floor, the place where the staff with the lowest positions used to gather.

While waiting for his order to come, the brocade lady in color was a mocca that circulated the view.seeking new prey to help him in the mission of making trouble.

Then his gaze fell on a person he had seen before, again the evil smile was painted on the beautiful face of the mistress.

His feet were about to step before the fisherman he ordered brought his order.

"Please accompany me there?" the door, though confused, the servant was powerless to refuse.

"Wait here, I want to talk to the employee.please keep an eye on me." he said, who was picked up by the girl in an OB uniform.

His feet approached hesitantly, afraid that what would be in the curve would invite the suspicion of others.

He got closer and even looked amazed when he knew the activities carried out by that person.

Not a scary thing that he found, but an idea that is not so cool but must be very electrifying if it works.

"I. mother" he said stuttering, with a scared face he picked up a piece of paper that fell out of his hand.

Cintya robs it with quick movements and a little roughness.making someone in front and behind her grimace.

Look for a moment and return it with a meaningful smile.

"Please don't fire me" he said timidly.

Cintya scanned the body of a man before her.not so bad. with a pretty handsome face behind her simple appearance. with a height that is not much different from Gods and a decent posture even though not as fierce as Gods.

"You'll get it."

"What?" said flabbergasted.

Cintya felt she had to explain it. If not all the plans she had designed with difficulty and laughed amusedly just by imagining it would have failed miserably.of course she did not want it to happen.

"Let me explain."

Cintya spoke at length explaining her plan, occasionally looking back, afraid that the Gods had returned and messed up.

The man seemed to nod in understanding with a sickening smile according to Cintya.

"You're gonna change your appearance. Don't worry. I'll get it ready. And I'll call you when everything's ready.and make sure you don't mess things up. Or my husband will know all you're doing in his company."

Gluey!

Explanation as well as threats from the Director's mother made the man tickle because of the difficulty swallowing his own Saliva.

"You're gonna love it. Believe me."

***

Remember love..

can't make trouble...

can't be troublesome...

can't hurt...

can't be dangerous..

and can't blah. blah..

God ribet!!!