WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 15

The first day of work with new people, a new atmosphere as well. Over and over again he convinced himself to stick with his current state. Although the reality of making peace with the situation is not as beautiful as words.

Still with his favorite duck motorbike, Aqila headed to Juna's company which was on Juna's business card, Aqila took fifteen minutes to arrive at Juna's company.

The hijab-wearing woman was stunned to see the startup but looked luxurious because of a lot of financial assistance from Juna's parents.

'Bismillah,' luridly. Approaching the building at the address on the business card owned by Juna but blocked by security.

"Sorry, Ma'am. What's the need?" Asked the scurity standing right in front of Aqila.

"I want to meet Mr. Juna, I will review today," Aqila replied casually. There was no such promise yesterday.

"Please wait here. I'll call Mr. Juna" he advised. Aqila clucked in annoyance. How could he have to wait for the approval of everything. He promised to meet Juna Andara today.

"Please come in, Ma'am. Should I drop off the room?" Aqila only nodded in agreement, how could she know Juna's room if the building he entered was three stories tall and so large.

The hijab-wearing woman was just trailing at the back of the scurity that brought her upstairs.

"I can only drive up here, Ma'am. That's Juna's room." His hand pointed at Juna's tightly closed room.

Frowning in wonder, the woman thought that Juna might not be in her room. Aqila knocked on the door a few times.

"Please come in." The beautiful woman opened the door. Directly his eyes were fixed on Juna who was behind him.

"There's a need for what to find sa ...." His speech was interrupted as his chair turned around and before him stood Aqila.

"Did I just dream yesterday, Mr. Juna Andara?" Aqila asked in a annoyed tone. As if he did not know himself at this moment.

"sorry. I don't think it was you" explained Juna, then let Aqila sit in front of him. The hijab-wearing woman sat down with an annoyed look.

"No need for review. I accept you as my personal assistant. I also wish I could be my personal assistant when I'm home" Juna explained, her eyes constantly focusing on Aqila's bead.

"What do you mean, sir?" The girl knitted her two eyebrows. Surprised by Juna's current expression.

"I want you to be my full personal assistant" Juna said. While the girl still put on a confused face. Juna looked at the pretty face just smelling a smile.

"But I can't if I have to work at home. I know my mother is sick." Answer innocently.

That's not what Juna really meant, the man wanted to make Aqila his wife but the innocent woman failed to understand. Juna pulls Aqila's hand to get closer to her and stares at the computer, some notes that he must finish if there is something that he does not understand then Juna will help and direct it.

After doing some direction the girl yawned wide. Juna who saw him put on a smile, so sweet in his eyes. His longing that he had been enduring was finally avenged.

"Let's have lunch. Afterwards you can go home" said Juna as the girl kept her mouth shut.

"really. Is my job no more?" Aqila asked confusedly, as she had only been here for a few hours.

"Yes. After lunch you can go home. On condition that you accompany me to lunch," said the athletic man. Aqila nodded in understanding.

Actually, the beautiful woman was very eager to go home because her mother who was treated at Juna's request yesterday no one accompanied.

Aqila raised her hand. His eyes stared at Juna's bead of sticky eyes, as if he was groveling.

"What?" Juna asked, astonished at the behavior of his new secretary.

"I've been working today. So where's my salary?" Her request. The girl's hand is still outstretched. Juna held back a laugh, the innocent girl in front of him still did not understand, working in the company could not take a daily salary.

The athletic man opened his work drawer, looked for a few hundred thousand bills and gave them to Aqila.

"A lot, sir?" His eyes looked at the money in his hands without blinking.

"That's all for tomorrow" Juna explained. Actually, he did not want Aqila offended by the money that was a little nominal.

"But, Mr ...." His voice was cut off as the athletic man's hand stuck to Aqila's ranum lips.

A few eyes looked at them with envious gazes, the cold Juna could be that close to the new person he knew. They had not known if Aqila was his secretary, if they knew it might circulate skewed gossip about them in the office.

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In the hospital.

The weak woman smiled happily at her sleeping husband while holding his hand, slowly stretching and moving to stroke the husband's hair.

"Mas, I'll be a mother soon." In other words, his hand continued to gently rub the hair of the husband.

The Turkish-faced man opened his eyes.

"You're conscious, honey?" Cupped both his hands on his wife's cheeks at this moment. All I asked was a small smile.

"I'm going to be a mother, aren't I?" The hijab-wearing woman smiled and grabbed Rosan's hands and kissed him.

"But the doctor said, you're weak, baby. If in one week the fetus does not develop then it must be in the curette," explained Rosan with dewy eyes. How he was aware and understood the gravity of his wife at this time, he was the same as his current crush.

"Ga wants to be in a curette, I love him and love you, too" she said. The beautiful woman began to. Rosan stroked the head wrapped in hijab was soft.

"Dear, I know that. But all for your safety" said Rosan with a sad look, at the pull of his wife's face to look at her face perfectly.

"I'm going to try to get this fetus to develop, Mom," she whispered. The body was stunned, as soon as Rosan embraced the fragile body, even though the two human beings are currently equally fragile.

"Eat first yuk! From now on you haven't eaten," asked Rosan while loosening his embrace.

"Yes, same chicken yes, Mas," the hijab woman's pinta.

"Related to chicken? You usually don't do it."

"Related. I think it's delicious."

"Yes. Wait here," Rosan said. Although actually sick people are recommended to eat soft foods but this is the request of people who are pregnant so Rosan must obey.

Why does suffering never lie on the edge. Especially when two human beings are in a firm faith. There are always shocks that make the soul fragile.

Before long the Turkish-faced man returned with a plastic bag containing rice. His smile approached the heart.

"We're eating now or later?" Ask Rosan. Given this the second day he and his wife were in the hospital room.

"Later on, finish the USG" said Adiba. The eyes were fixed on every inch of the husband's face. Sometimes God tests his servant, tests how patient his servant is, how sincerely accepts what he has destiny.

"Ashiba ...." Rosan looked at his wife's bead with a sad look, there was guilt hidden in the recesses of his heart.

"I'm sorry for this weak man. If it wasn't for me being like this, there's no way you'd be like this" he said. The eyes of the man reddened holding back the cry.

"I'm good. Even very well. This is God's destiny, if God wills then anything will happen. Even the impossible according to us will happen" explained Adiba. He hopes that the man with the title of husband understands his condition.

"I ... Just ...." His voice was held back as doctors and nurses entered their room and some tools.

"We first check the condition of his mother and after that we ultrasound," explained the doctor, his hand examined Adiba calmly. Rosan looked worried.

The nurse told Adiba to sit in a wheelchair and push him into another room and perform an ultrasound. Rosan came in and watched the doctor examine his dearly beloved wife.

"How's my wife doing, Doctor?" Without patience Rosan first asked his wife.

"Your wife is fine. The fetus that Adiba's mother was carrying also showed little development. Adiba's mother needs your support" explained the doctor and then gave a prescription vitamin so that Rosan redeemed at the hospital pharmacist.

They're back in the room. There was a sense of happiness tucked in there, it turns out that God heard prayers in the third of the night. God still gives him a chance. Without feeling Rosan's ash eyes dripping clear circles. Although at the beginning of his marriage with Adiba without foundation of love, but over time the love grew and increasingly afraid of losing his wife.

Seriate....