WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 11
Actually life is easy, if we are grateful then everything will be fine. Like the past of Juna who was never satisfied with the money given from his parents until he could finish the lives of other humans who never sinned on him.
The ringing in his gawai made him wake up from his sleep, his gawai blinked spoiled. Call from Princess Bramasta the son of a goldmine entrepreneur.
"Darling we can't take a walk today."
"sorry. I'm not feeling well."
"Bent aja. Cika misses you."
"Yes already. I'm ready first."
"Thank you dear. I love you."
After that the call ended. The woman now loves Juna even more, although Juna never married himself for various reasons even Juna evaded if the child in the birth of the Princess was not his child. The princess never trembled to find a gap to get the heart of a Korean-faced and athletic widower.
Juna's father never came home from abroad even when his son was down he never cared, which man wanted money and only money.
With heavy steps he entered and prepared himself, whereas his heart intention he wanted to sleep all day for today. Grey shirts and black jens do not forget fancy watches and leather shoes. The athletic man sped up his steps down the stairs and heard the bell ringing several times.
In a hurry he opened the door, it was true that Princess and Cika biological children were impatient to invite himself to walk even if just walking in the park.
"Hey, why are you here?" Her hands were pinched the white cheeks of the three-year-old toddler.
"I want to take a walk, he said. Same with papa," replied the Princess. Who is asked who answers. Juna rolled his eyes lazily, very lazy to admit if it was his son. Since Juna also knows very well how the real Princess is, she is a play girl, the blonde woman with whom she is currently with is very easy to vent*** to anyone she wants.
"Stop saying I'm the Papa" Juna said as he walked to his parked car.
"The reality is like that, Juna!" The hardship. Many times the woman said that the child was her son but stubborn Juna no one could be destroyed.
"What evidence? You disappeared, why when he grew up you said this is my son. Why don't you use your brain?" Annoyed Juna.
"I swear, Cika your son. Still remember when I called you never picked up even when I met you weren't home" explained the blond woman with great emphasis.
The athletic man was silent, trying to digest the words of the Princess, it was true when he was sick and could not be met, even continuing with the accident that befell his wife. Nowadays all the busy houses are often empty and so Inah may also forget to tell Juna that the Princess once came to see him.
The princess went to London to continue her studies while hiding to cover up her disgrace at the time, returning to Indonesia with the news of being married to a foreign citizen and divorced as well. So the princess successfully covered her disgrace.
"We want to walk or just argue?" Juna asked annoyed.
"Dong street. Kasian Cika," the beautiful and graceful lady rubbed her daughter's hair gently.
"Ica au ecim," chirped the boy making Juna feel anxious and carrying him.
"Later to buy." Land a kiss on that tiny cheek. Cika smiled and hugged him.
There was a great tremor in Juna's chest as the little elf hugged her. Trying to dismiss if this child is not his biological child but can not, as if there is a bond between them, Cika who only a few weeks know him already sticky like a postage stamp.
Long enough they took a walk until the little angel had fallen asleep in Juna's arms. Although tired of his body he never had the heart of a child if the child whines something he will certainly follow while he can. It was an advantage for the Princess to use Juna's kindness so that all her wishes were granted.
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While elsewhere human beings are preparing themselves to be a real father. Rosan who has been married three years but has not yet id gift of a baby.
Today they went to the obstetrician, wanting to consult again about the pregnancy of his wife who never came.
In the waiting room Adiba and Rosan waiting for his turn to be called, Adiba squeezed his finger worried, he was so afraid if he would be sentenced barren then Rosan would leave him. Seeing his wife's pale face Rosan touched his wife's fingers gently.
"Don't worry about anything, I was there the first time you were present in my life and with his permission I will be in every breath you take" she whispered softly. Making the heart of the hijab-wearing woman turn towards her husband.
Rosan since marrying Adiba her life has been drastic, they live in a pesantren environment, mingle with them and often follow the studies to make themselves more aware of the meaning of life in this world.
"If I can't have children. I'm glad if you remarry, Mas," he said gently. His eyes were teary, holding back tears. No man is fully willing, women are created with jealousy.
"Ridho but crying," replied Rosan then rubbed the head wrapped in hijab.
"I am me, don't force me to be someone else who easily shares love" she explained.
How much different are the two God-like beings born from the same womb and with the same seed, Rosan with a cool personality is calm and loyal, while Juna with a rough person, with a cold, calm and loyal, bringas and easily share love.
About fifteen minutes waiting for her name to be called, the woman entered the doctor's office, checked her condition and ultrasound was done.
"All is well, even Adiba's mother is very fertile" said the doctor looking at Rosan who sat next to his wife.
"Is there any way I can be, Doc?" Rosan's question made his wife confusedly stare at him.
"It could be, sir. Tomorrow can do an examination here or if in doubt can go to the hospital directly. For mothers do not need any prescription, because everything is good even the fertility rate of ninety-eight percent," explained the doctor.
"Good, Doc. Excuse me" he said with a nod of his head. The doctor replied with a nod.
They came out of the room with a fragile heart, while Rosan had been strengthening his fragile wife but now he felt more fragile. The Turkish-faced man immediately walked to the car, as if in a daze, while Adiba hastily paid for the administration.
The Turkish-faced man was so afraid that Adiba would abandon himself, didn't all mothers want a child.
Adiba rushed to the parking lot, Rosan was already in the car. The woman came in and sat down at the wheel. Her eyes stared pushyly at her husband, reaching for that fussy face to stare at him. Rosan's eyes reddened withstanding the cries.
"Don't be sad. You are my priest, until ever it will remain as it is" he said. The honey-eyed bead looked at the husband.
"Is that really Adiba? I'm afraid, so afraid that this lack of self can make you turn away." His hand rubbed gently the wife's hand.
"My heaven is with you, if I turn away then I become a nusyuz woman. While the fault is not with you, but the will of God." The soft hand framed her husband's face and kissed him on the cheek. Rosan smiled wryly, there was a deep sadness on him.
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