WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 16

The athletic man ushered Aqila with a blossoming heart. Although only the face is similar but he feels the figure of Mora is in Aqila, it's just that Aqila brave woman is different from Mora shy woman.

His smile glanced at the sky of his room at this moment, cupped his hands on his own cheeks then cupped in empty air, a shadow of a lover present within you. Longing still do not meet the heart is still not in master.

The eyes are closed in a deep yearning crisis for lovers who are still in wishful thinking, will long to be avenged or just limited to wishful thinking.

'You must have, ' he said. So strong is his determination to get the shadow of his past then he headed into a dream just met with a dream that has not ended.

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Being in a different place Aqila was sitting on a chair looking at the star-studded sky through the hospital window, the heart was troubled thinking of how for the woman who had been taking care of herself all this time to heal quickly, his eyes turned to look at the mother who had fallen asleep.

'Chealing fast, Buk.' The hooded girl missed her mother when she fed her. Aqila is a spoiled girl, but her mother treats her gently and like a child. When her mother falls ill her life changes ninety degrees, the tiny body is forced to work hard, forced into adulthood. He got up and approached his mother, who was lying weak and asleep, kissing her hand gently.

"Yet. Aqila kangen in the same spoiled Ibuk," he said. The tiny body fell asleep next to her mother. Don't ask the sister who knows where, the girl never cares about her mother's circumstances, the girl is too busy with her world.

Until without feeling the morning greet, the cold felt through the bones. As usual today Aqila returned to work at Juna's company, they today had an appointment to meet early but the girl was as late as she seemed.

Aqila kissed the back of her mother's hand who was still asleep, rushed to go home to prepare to enter the office, lucky the road has not been jammed so that the beautiful woman can more quickly spur her vehicle.

Upon arrival at home Aqila's eyes perfectly patterned seeing the brother with a man in a state of nudity.

"Sister," cried Aqila, the tiny body still in the doorway. Yuli rubs her eyes and sees Aqila in the doorway, immediately the girl pulls the blanket and covers her body and the body of her lover.

"It's incredible that no one's at home" Aqila said. The hijab girl squeezed her clothes in annoyance.

"What is your business, Qila? I'm looking for money as you ask," he said smiling sideways at the younger brother who was still sculpting.

"Crazy, I told you to find a good job. Not so l*nte," he shouted. It was so upset. The tiny body passed into his room to bathe and replace clothes after leaving for work.

Yuli's mind is too short, she never understands to work, her late father is too pampering himself with money until Yuli grows up to be a dissident child.

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"Sorry, Sir. I was late," said Aqila when she arrived at the office to find Juna in front of the computer, Aqila should sit there and Juna right in front of Aqila. Deliberately set such a position so that every time Juna can see Aqila's face.

"Yes" he answered briefly. He made the hijab girl shrug her shoulders. Long enough Aqila stood before Juna but the man ignored as if indifferent and reluctant to move from the chair provided for Aqila.

Feeling bored that the girl turned her body, the plan is that she will leave this room if it is not needed. Why should begging the rich if they can work elsewhere, after all everything is the same as long as it is halal. Just one step Aqila swung her steps swiftly Juna grabbed Aqila's hand and pulled it until Aqila fell in Juna's arms, a few seconds the eyes looked at each other making a great tremor in the chest of the two.

"Sorry, sir." Said Aqila then got up with some difficulty, the sweet face met while looking down.

"I'm sorry too, Aqila," said Juna. The girl just nodded her head.

Juna got up from the chair and went to his desk. The athletic man actually wanted to get angry when his secretary arrived late and did not obey the rules, but he realized he could not be angry at Aqila because the girl was half his heart broken first.

"Qila's."

"Yes, sir," replied Aqila who had just dropped her butt in the soft seat available to her.

"Well, sir," the hand was working on the financial statements and several wrong clicks until the data was lost, Aqila's cheeks met, and the, he is currently attacked by panic if the report will be lost permanently it will have a bad impact on the company. Juna noticed Aqila's behavior and then he approached the hijab girl.

"What's wrong?" Juna asked while peeking at the computer in front of Aqila.

"How is this a wrong click. The data is gone, sir," Aqila said with a panicked face.

"You have to take responsibility. Why didn't you ask if there's something you don't understand." Tempta Juna stumbled a smile.

"What's the responsibility?" His eyes began to glaze over, it turned out that Aqila really felt guilty. He does not understand very well about the computer, but the deleted data can still be recovered if not long ago.

"You must treat me ...." His voice paused as the call went into Aqila's device.

"Who?" Asked Juna with an unusual look, jealousy now dominates him, the man also looked at the device located on the table.

"Ga know, sir." His hand grabbed his flat object.

"Thank you!" Juna. The man was worried that if the one who called was Aqila's lover then he was currently the destroyer of other people's relationships.

"Assalamualaikum, with Aqila's mother?" greetings from there with a soft speech.

"Yes. Me alone, what's up, Ma'am?" His eyebrows are in wonder so is Juna.

"Your mother is currently being critical, the hospital is hoping that she can come to the hospital soon" he explained, then the call was interrupted.

Aqila held onto her painful chest, the woman who had given birth to her was unable to fight against the pain in her frail body anymore.

"What's wrong?" Ask Juna to panic.

"Mother ... Mommy ...." His voice was choked, it felt like his throat was currently a stone propped up, his eyes were glazed a moment after the clear circle had fallen. Juna took the water in the glass and gave it to Aqila so that the hijab girl was a little relieved.

"Mother why?" Juna asked back, after Aqila took a sip of water to the toilet.

"Mother critics" he said. Juna who was happy to tease Aqila now looked serious. The athletic man immediately pulled Aqila's arm a little rough so that the tiny body was no longer fixated, Aqila was like a dazed person following Juna's steps. All the employees eyes were watching them who looked like a couple of quarreling lovers.

The athletic man forced Aqila into his car while employees watched them with annoyance.

"Hey, there seems to be a seed of love there," Clara glared at Lolita, who watched them with an annoyed look.

"Here it's been a long time. But the yesteryear of the village girl was able to win the heart of Mr. Juna. I don't think it's possible. The village girl is not as sexy as I am," Lolita always turned up to make other women smile cynically. Because they all know Mr. Juna Andara never likes women who boast.

"Since when Pak Juna likes sexy girls," said Winda without looking at Lolita, the tall girl was busy watching her computer screen. Lolita clucked annoyed at the words of Vinda.

"Damn it, Lo." Then he sat back in his chair.

Seriate....