WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 13
The night changed with the morning, the mood remained unchanged. The mundah is still there, the longing is still the same. The burly hand shook the rough curtains, the sun redeemed the glass windows of his room.
Today with lazy but forced to enter the office, the startup of his mother developed a message when in his hands. Used to not want to go to college for various reasons, now the science in college means a lot to him.
The clock shows at eight, after preparing himself now the athletic man went downstairs for breakfast, the pace was accelerated considering today there was a meeting with one of the ustadz for a personal study between the two of them.
In the kitchen only Bik Inah himself sat on the lesehan, chewing some bread width, the middle-aged woman would feel so hungry as the dawn adhan reverberated.
"Again, Bik Inah," said Juna, then the man pulled the chair at the dinner table, sat down and sipped the milk that was already available.
"On the other hand Den" replied Bik Inah in a soft voice, his mouth was hard to speak because he was chewing.
"Which mom, Bik?" Ask Juna. Curious because some days he did not see his mother.
"Mrs in the room, Den. Yesterday he said he wanted to follow the father out of the country, he said miss. But the lady didn't tell me the father, because he wanted to surprise you. Tomorrow's father's birthday, Den," obviously bik Inah, while Juna just nods his head, it feels lazy to discuss men who always only attach importance to money and money.
After eating some bread width Juna stepped to meet his mother, Juna wanted to make sure that Rani was okay, not in a state of disrepair following the father.
Gts ... Tock....
"Ma, can Juna come in?"
Juna knocked slowly on Rani's room door, then opened the door handle after a voice from inside said. Juna is now much concerned with adaptation, in contrast to the first likes to arbitrarily enter the room of his parents even ruffled Rani's goods if the money Rani gave was not as she wanted.
"Want to go to Turkey?" Juna asked hesitantly, afraid that the woman who gave birth to him was why-why on the way.
"Yes, Honey. Mama is very upset," said Rani lying, how could Rani tell if her heart is currently being troubled, thinking about the husband and continue to have nightmares about the state of her husband there.
"Well wait Juna finish storing the data report at the end of the month, we will go together," explained Juna, the athletic man also did not want if something happened to the mother on the way.
"Mama ain't nothing going by herself either. Mama's condition is currently healthy enough to get on the plane" said Rani. His hand touched the hand of his heart.
"OKAY. Then tell Juna if Mama has arrived. Don't mind a lot there. Don't eat food carelessly, Juna don't want Mama sick," Juna lazily stared at her mother's soft-eyed bead.
The man knew a little if his mother was currently upset. It feels like almost all women can not withstand the turmoil in the chest and emotions if they have to take months apart from the husband. Juna leaves Rani farewell and kisses the back of the hand of the woman who gave birth to him with reverence.
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Adjusting the report made his head throb. It seemed that he was in dire need of a personal assistant at this moment, once invited Rosan's older brother but was rejected outright by Rosan because he was more comfortable living in a boarding school than having to think about credit debits every day.
Gnashing his temple slowly, his hand turned to take the intercom and contacted other employees telling him to bring himself a cup of coffee.
"Sir, this is the coffee" said Lolita while putting coffee on Juna's desk, the door of Juna's room was open, so the woman felt no need to knock on the door just to deliver coffee orders Juna.
"good. Please go back to work," said Juna without looking at him. Though Lolita also keeps the taste of Juna, but he realized as an ordinary employee does not deserve to win the heart of the company owner. Who does not fall in love with an athletic and Korean-faced man. The woman only harbored a feeling that she would never express.
Juna immediately sipped his hot coffee so that his brain was a little plump. A little more work would be over, staring at the wall clock in his study almost showing at twelve o'clock, soon will be lunch break and this afternoon there is an appointment to meet ustadz who he invited to discuss his personal problems. Ustadz was never featured on the television but he was quite famous on social media.
Juna rushed to the parking lot and entered his car and drove his four-wheeled vehicle to the destination.
Boking one restaurant does not make himself a loss for the convenience of ustadz that he will ask many things. A few minutes were blocked from traffic because some were indeed the atmosphere of lunch.
After ten minutes of waiting for the atmosphere to stall finally he arrived at the restaurant he promised, there was already ustadz with two students sitting. Juna immediately approached and kissed the back of the ustadz hand with reverence. Appreciating the teacher will get a reward, so the lecture he had heard.
"I'm sorry I was stuck in traffic, Ustadz," explained Juna hope ustadz is not angry with him and still wants to see him at a later time.
"I want to ask a lot of things the same ustadz, hopefully pleased," said Juna opened the conversation.
"Anything as long as I can answer it I will definitely answer. Unless I haven't learned it myself" explained the ustadz. While the two santri just listen.
"What is the law if the child is born out of wedlock, I mean how and fully whose responsibility? Is it a sin if the one who impregnates her is irresponsible?" Juna asked quietly while his heart was in turmoil at this moment.
"good. All we know is that the child is innocent, the child falls on his mother and the responsibility of his mother is entirely. The question of sin and not when committing adultery alone is what sin again neglects the innocent child of man. But back again on the responsibility he was fully the responsibility of his mother, look at the circumstances of his mother as well. I hope you understand!" Ustadz. The athletic man nodded slowly, perhaps less satisfied with the answer that ustadz gave.
Before long the food came to their table. There are a lot of luxury food presented there, ustadz just shook his head slowly, maybe feeling surprised by the way Juna exaggerated.
His eyes continued to stare at the waiter with a sad look.
'Mora," inner. Doubt to greet him because he was with him, if there was no ustadz then he would swiftly arrest the woman. Mr. Ustadz mendehem, realizing Juna's gaze was on the young girl.
"Well meet the family. If you look at women not mahrom then the fall of zina, including zina eyes, zina hearts," explained ustadz who now grabbed water and gulped it down to the toilet.
" But I'm still shackled by the past, Ustadz. I was afraid that it would backfire on my own," said Juna, to be honest Mora's shadow was still imagined at any time even in his dreams. His wife's face was always dancing in the eye.
"Remain heart, submit sight. Slowly forget the past. If it's good then please, if it's bad then forget it."
"good. I'll try, Ustadz."
The past and memories are hard to forget what else if the memories are already attached to the heart.
They eat food in silence, one of them eats less talk. After throwing a joke at Juna, ustadz pampit first to teach at the school with an orphaned foundation. Deliver up to the front of the restaurant until pak ustadz disappears at a crossroads. Juna's legs swing back into the restaurant and then sit at a different table.
Some employees whispered, because they also knew this restaurant had been booked by Juna.
The athletic man deliberately wanted to see his wife's face on the girl. Juna raised his hand as one of the servants looked at him, the waiter looked at him hesitantly slowly approaching.
"What else would you like to order, sir?" The waiter asked softly while giving another menu book.
Juna pointed at a few menus and gave the menu book to the waiter.
"I want to be accompanied by your friend who delivered food," explained Juna. The servant's eyes widened, as if in disbelief.
"Can?" Ask Juna again.
"Bi ... Can...." He swung his steps leaving Juna.
A few minutes waiting for the food to finally come, the true one serving was a female Aqila who resembled ninety-eight percent with the face of Mora.
"Please eat, sir. Let me accompany you" said Aqila and sat down in front of Juna. The athletic man stared at him without blinking.
"Rpa ... You hear me?" Doubtfully Aqila raised her voice slightly. Juna gasped from his daydream. His way of speaking like Mora made Juna a little upset, like he was upset with his late wife.
"Do not be hard." Juna said, making the eyes of the beautiful woman perfectly patterned.
",Since asked quietly, insist on being dikit doang let you not dream," explained Aqila. Makes Juna a little challenged by a brave woman.
"You're the one eating. I am full," replied Juna casually. It really is. This is just a trick from him so that there is time for the two of them even though they may never see each other again.
Seriate....
