WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 12

Juna with a troubled heart after meeting so many times with the Princess how now he realized that he was selfish. Worrying in his heart continued to envelop, he reached his salary on the nightstand calling the number of a doctor he knew so well.

"Erin, can you help me?" Ask doubtfully.

"What help, Mr. Juna Andara?" His chuckle made Juna stare a smile. Erin, her best friend who has just returned from Hong Kong, is now a doctor.

"It's custom to call sir. It's not old."

"Two of you, right? The proof is that we are five years apart."

"Yes yes, it's up to you. I want to check someone's DNA, " she said.

"How old is he?" Erin asked to make sure that the one in the check did not mind.

"Still a boy, he's three years old. I doubt he's not my son" he explained. That's the truth.

"good. Just take her hair or her nails" Erin explained.

"Playboy you're a fuck-up. You crocodile," he cheered. Make Juna chuckle. Indeed, he did a lot with women who liked him but he never loved the woman, the dog if loved danging must be eaten with greed.

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Elsewhere the woman with a fashionable appearance always looks beautiful was present at an event held by her friend. Many mothers of her age scolded her daughter in the event. While Rani only comes alone with a maroon red dres make it look more charming.

"Kora...." Someone waved at him.

"Hey, Rosa."

The woman approached Rani with a beautiful young woman who was twenty-two years old.

"Who, Jeng?" Rani glanced and watched the young lady.

"Yes, pretty right?" His chuckle made Rani smile and the girl looked down embarrassed.

"The widower's son Jeng is like a fit," continued his friend Rani.

"Or. Very comfortable being a widower," he replied annoyed. It has often been Rani told her to marry again so that Rani there is someone who accompanies shopping or just eat together even Rani is so longed to have grandchildren.

"Tomorrow we know, Jeng."

"May-can," answered Rani agreed. They then continued eating and went home.

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Juna drove to the Princess residence, not longing but wanted to take Cika's hair to do a DNA test so that her heart and mind were not disturbed and also satisfied.

Stopped at the toy store, bought some toys and a big bear doll for the toddler to make his heart happy. Through a neatly arranged shelf in the store carrying a large teddy bear he accidentally hit a young woman in hijab, until the item he was carrying fell and picked it up himself. Juna tried to help but the woman first took her belongings until the hands of the two were tied.

"Sorry."

The word came out of their mouths at the same time. The eyes of the two met. Juna's eyes scoured the entirety of that pretty face.

"Mora," he said, until the woman who heard him knitted her eyebrows together.

"Sorry, Mom." The woman got up after leaving Juna who was sculpting.

"Mora wait," he shouted, until the woman's steps came to a halt and several pairs of eyes fixed on her.

"Sorry, my name is Aqila," smiled lightly at Juna.

Juna glued without blinking. His face met, there was a great tremor in there. The little lump was beating so fast he could not control, the Korean-faced man touched his chest the vibration made it difficult to step until the woman who was seen as disappearing from view.

"Mas, we're going through. Don't block dong's path. Dah tau narrow," chirped mom behind the body sispack Juna.

"Sorry, Ma'am," said Juna then passed to the cashier and paid for the toys and dolls he bought.

His mind was still on the woman. The nose cheeks, lips even that smile was very similar to his wife just that this woman could see. Isn't it true that in this world there is a twin of the same seven forms, perhaps this is one of the twin faces of Mora.

Drove his vehicle at moderate speed, splitting the streets a little congested in the afternoon, all for the sake of evidence he still doubted.

His mind was chaotic, still imagined by the girl he had hit in the toy store. Girl or belonging to the person he does not care, currently only want to meet just to treat longing.

Fifteen minutes drive finally arrived at the Princess' house, the woman lived alone, she never wanted to trouble her mother or her father. Self-sufficiency is better said the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman smiled at Juna, a figure she had always admired. Juna went down without commenting on the slightest smile, carrying a doll and some children's toys.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" The beautiful woman started a conversation with a man she considered a lover, but Juna never thought so.

Where's Cika?" Not answering but instead asking the existence of children who make themselves curious.

"Inside. Surprised he heard your car's voice this time," he replied as if what he said was true. Though the Princess told her to come in because she wanted to be alone with Juna.

"I want this for Cika."

"Later, let me love you."

"I want to see him, okay!" Juna replied with great emphasis.

"Mika!" Shouted Juna in the doorway. The little boy who was sitting in the television room immediately ran towards him.

"Yes. Papa," she replied as she ran in such an adorable voice.

"Father bring gifts," said the Korean-faced man, with a heavy heart saying he was papa, his body kneeling in alignment with the innocent little boy. Giving lots of toys and large dolls does not make it a loss.

"Cika's hair is there a spider house, where did Cika play?" Juna asked as if it was true. His hand rubbed Cika's head a little rough as if cleaning the cobwebs, even though he did so that Cika's hair fell out a few strands.

'Beres,' inner. He got up and rubbed Cika's hair once again. The princess just kept quiet and sat on the porch bench watching their behavior, not suspecting at all the biological father of the child.

"You see, if you'll excuse me, there's a lot I have to do" he told the Princess.

"I'm still kangen" he said in a spoiled tone, but Juna ignored and passed.

His hand waved at Cika who looked at him then the boy was again busy playing the many new toys in front of him. He left the house feeling guilty. If he swallowed the words of the beautiful woman, he was afraid that the child was not his. If you tell the Princess about the DNA test that she can do she is also afraid if the Princess will do cunning or even change the results of the DNA test.

Juna did not return to his residence. Instead of seeing his best friend Erin in the hospital. Erin whose habit of never meeting men outside makes her understand very well must meet her best friend where.

"Rin, I'm at the hospital where you work." A message he sent to a friend when he was a child.

"Yes, I'm ahead now." There was immediately a reply from the tall and sweet black lady. A few seconds waiting for Erin to come out with a robe and a white headscarf and a slightly protruding belly, the woman approached Juna staring at her smiling happily.

"Pregnant? My son isn't he?" His coldness made Erin stupefied.

"We're never one room, boss," Erin replied, leaving Juna wide open to her stomach.

"So what really happened?" Erin started a serious chat. Given the many patients waiting for him and the work piles up.

"Here, some of the boy's hair. Somehow even though I feel like there is an inner bond to the child but my little heart says he is not my son," explained Juna at length, so that his friend understood his current situation.

"Whoa. After marriage, her mother must be beautiful. I know your nature, money only has to be good if it's not good to go berserk. Women must be beautiful too. Don't tell me you like a bad woman," her kekeh makes Juna smile knot.

"It's not as easy as you think" he replied briefly. Though his heart is still attached to a beautiful woman who is able to destroy his heart. Erin received a few strands of hair that she had put in plastic.

"The results will come out a week or two," Erin explained paying attention to the fine strands of hair.

"Ga can be faster Buk Doctor?" The flirtatious hand touched Erin's nose and soon the woman was tepis.

"Bare now?"

"Ga's afraid. I too during your stay have been martial arts masters," Juna blinked his eyes at his childhood best friend.

Plaque....

Erin slaps Juna in the face and leaves her alone holding her painful cheek while smiling to look at Erin. His childhood best friend was never really angry. The sweet black woman was a martial arts master, when little Juna disturbed himself first by swiftly Erin kicked him to the topple and then returned to help him again. That is how the woman in her anger is still tucked away in compassion. The athletic man went back to the parking lot, took his car and left the hospital, he would come back two weeks later.

In the course of his mind continued to remember the woman who met accidentally, exactly like meeting him with Mora in the same place but with different circumstances, Juna currently his attitude and behavior is much better. A few minutes on the way he now reached home, to his room, ignoring the call of the Bik Inah who had just returned from his hometown. Usually Juna was so enthusiastic to meet the monk Inah only to exchange stories while in the village, because he was so fond of the peaceful atmosphere of the village, far from the bustle of dense city life.

Laying his body on the bed, opening it properly and throwing it in any direction.

His eyes looked at the ceiling of the room, the face of the woman who called her name Aqila. Bandage and hijab syar'i can be sure he is the son of a person who has good religious knowledge.

'Aqila. Well, I'll look for you to the end of the world even once. The eyes were closed with a sudden thought of his heart.

Seriate....