WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 14

"Sister. Couldn't it be the money that's in Brother's brain?" Hardik Aqila, looked at her brother with a nagging look. Always Yuli-sister Aqila asks her for money for various reasons.

"In fact I need, Qi," he replied, looking at his sister. Aqila was silent for a moment, holding back a million feelings sometimes thinking she wanted to give up on giving her family a living, but thinking back to her mother who was lying sick.

"Look at mom, mom needs treatment," said Yuli looking for self-righteousness, as well as reasons to buy drugs for mom, whereas the money Aqila gave she used to treat her friend even hanging out late at night.

"That's a reason, brother. Aqila is tired, Aqila works, money never nyisa. Even Aqila owes her here and there for mom's sake. Try Brother work, let's not ask to continue with Aqila." Obviously the girl held back her crying. His chest felt tight, not because stingy at his mother but considering he had no time to rest at all, even the hijab woman was willing to become a washing worker to cover her mother's debt.

"Your satellite, Qi," said Yuli then passed leaving Aqila who sculpted and dropped millions of clear grains.

Aqila tells her sister to look after her sick mother, it's okay if Aqila works all for the sake of mother. But Yuli has a heart that is much different from Aqila, she is never honest and sometimes willing to leave her own mother at home.

"Sorry Qila, Buk," Aqila's body slumped weakly beside her mother's body lying unable to speak, she simply winked and joined in crying, Aqila's heart getting crushed to see her mother cry.

The beautiful girl prepared herself to immediately go to the restaurant where she worked, simple suit is also simple and does not make herself bother when delivering food. Aqila bamitan kissed the back of the hand of the woman who had given birth to him even without response. This time he was sure that Yuli would not take care of her mother because Aqila had not given her money earlier.

The girl went out of the house, went to her neighbor's house and asked her to look after her mother and promised to pay her if she came home later. His neighbor agreed to Aqila's request because of the pity for the orphan in front of him at this time, the neighbors never felt sorry for Yuli because she liked to wander where she wanted.

Manaiki motorcycle duck relics of his late father now Aqila arrived at the destination, although it takes twenty minutes.

"For all!" Aqila's greeting to her friend who first arrived. Without realizing it there was a restaurant owner there.

"Why is it too late, Qila?" Ask Andresa in a tinge. Aqila glanced at her new watch showing at nine past five, so she was only five minutes late.

"It's only five minutes, Boss," Aqila said passed by leaving them, she headed for the kitchen.

"Qila wait!" The hardship. The hijab woman stopped her steps.

"What's up, Boss?" Aqila scrunched her forehead.

"I want disciplined employees. Not coming at will," he explained staring at Aqila's bead of clingy eyes. While Juna was sitting in the corner even Aqila did not see herself at all, the man was really curious apparently at the figure of Aqila who liked to be covered.

"Sorry, Boss. My mother was sick so I was taken care of by the neighbors for a while" he replied honestly.

"I don't accept any excuses" Andresa said. Though Aqila was only five minutes late, for him it could be but for Andresa it is very important discipline.

"Not a reason but reality," explained Aqila back. While Juna only listened to their debate.

"Whatever it is, discipline is very important to me. If breaking be prepared not to work here anymore" he said. Hearing the word leave from here Aqila turned her body and walked out of the restaurant. After all, while working there, he asked for his daily salary to meet the needs of himself and his mother.

Not selfish, it's just that Aqila woman does not accept defeat if she is right even if it is her own boss. While Juna saw Aqila coming out he immediately caught up with her.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ask Juna to Aqila who is sculpting. The woman's eyes were glazed.

"I'm tired of being organized. All arranged my life, even my own brother," explained Aqila, why the beautiful girl now told me the problem, but she was so closed to new people. "Sorry, Sir. I have no intention of adding to the burden of your mind" he continued.

The beautiful girl stepped away from Juna, but Juna just kept following her.

"What if you follow me," Juna bargained, his steps continued to follow Aqila.

"Sorry, to be a woman tonight? If so, I refuse it." So bad Aqila's judgment on Juna, but Juna just smiled in response to Aqila's words.

"Don't...."

"Stop following me, Mister!" Aqila's orders, making Juna hold her chest, her skeleton slowed down. The words that once came out of the mouth of his late wife. Hearing Juna's steps slowing down and without any more noise Aqila turned her head, her eyes rounded seeing Juna holding her chest while looking down.

Sick, as if there was a lump of rock squeezing in there.

"What's the matter, sir?" He approached Juna. The athletic man shook his head slowly. Aqila led him to sit over sat in front of the people's shop for a bit.

"I can take you home if you'd like to" he said again.

The hijab girl went into the store to buy mineral water and gave it to Juna, Juna received it and upheld it until the toilet half.

"You're fired?" Finally Juna made small talk so that Aqila would no longer be angry with him.

"Yes. That's how it is if it's rich, arbitrary. Never respect the opinions of others," said Aqila.

"Yes partly. But I'm not."

"Of course."

"You can work with me. So my personal assistant. It just so happened that I really needed it" explained Juna, indeed the man was looking for his personal assistant to help with his work.

While diving drink water, a golden opportunity if Aqila accepts his request.

"I have no experience in office affairs" the hijab-wearing woman replied honestly.

"I'll teach you later. The important thing is that you want to learn, the salary is also good when compared to working in a restaurant" said Juna.

Hearing a decent salary makes the girl excited, how not he will be able to finance his mother to see a doctor.

"alright. I agree," replied Aqila. "Oh it I don't know whose name Father," said the hijab girl.

"My name is Juna. Today I did not enter the office because there are other interests, can we not walk for a while before our next meeting? This is my business card, there is an address as well" said Juna, then the man handed him his card.

"Thank you, Mr. Juna. Thank you for the offer but I have to go home, pity my mother is sick," explained Aqila with dewy eyes.

"I'm coming, '" replied Juna briefly. Her hand reflexively pulled Aqila's hand towards her car which was not far away in the restaurant's parking lot.

"Mr ...."

Juna stopped his steps, only to realize what he was doing. Soon the clean white hand he let go.

"Sorry." Juna scratched his non-itchy nape. Honestly, he is currently misbehaving.

"My motor is there." The hijab-wearing woman showed a duck motor parked off the front street of the restaurant.

"Yes, you get on the bike. Let me follow you in the back."

The hijab woman headed for her favorite duck bike, the relic of her late father that she would never sell.

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While sad enveloped two fragile hearts. Rosan stared pushyly out the window, since they lived in a pesantren environment much quieter and more peaceful. Rosan kept watching what his wife was doing.

The beautiful woman in the hijab of the shar'i joked with the children of the pasantren until their laughter sounded loud, as if there was no burden on Adiba's shoulders when he was so upset when people asked when he would have a baby.

'Adiba. If God wills me sincerely if anyone loves you, Rosan's mind then touches his painful chest.

Not unfaithful, it's just a state of being, barren men who have to consume drugs and healthy food every day.

Rosan continued to watch his wife touch him and soon after the body wrapped in syar'i clothes collapsed to the ground.

"Adaiba...." Rosan shouted and ran out.

Panic atmosphere enveloped the santri, they were confused what to do.

"Sister. Take her to the hospital. Let me take out my car, brother," said one of the students. Rosan just agreed.

Seriate....