WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 2

Morning had greeted, the young girl could not sleep well all night, just kept thinking about the bad events she had experienced two months ago. Last night he was restless considering the events that took away his chastity.

That afternoon in the village where Mora lives the climbers from the city, they intend to stay in protected debt close to their village, the fateful incident when Mora returns home from the river, he used to wash there, although the river was a little far from home but Mora was used to doing it with his grandmother first, so he poulted the road right to the river. Finished washing the girl home, the clothes she was wearing were also wet, groping the trees and grass to rise to the edge, she accidentally touched the hand of a young man who was staring at her.

Mora moved his hand. Then apologized, but the unexpected response from the man was the opposite. Mora's hand was forced to pull and carried him into the thicket without a word coming out of the man's mouth, Mora's mouth so that he could not scream. Some of the male friends just shook their heads in disbelief. They thought her friend was just joking around as usual, just giving a lesson to a girl who's pretentious and attention-seeking.

Finished doing his deed he just left, without the slightest pity on Mora who was crying as he pleased. Justifying his belt then headed towards his friend who was waiting for him.

"Lu ga macem-macem isn't it the same girl?" Ask one of them while looking at each other.

"Ga lah, crazy times the cave do not do that," as long as the lecherous man lied. In a satisfying smile.

His name is Juna Andara, it is very appropriate to be called a depraved man because almost all women who like him the same thing he does. But unlike Mora, Mora never liked him, not even bothering him at all. After saying so she was uprooted, with her friends, her laughter made their friendly atmosphere feel so warm.

Mora, who was walking in limp, endured the intense pain of trying to find his way back home, recognizing some kind of grass and trees to reach for his cousin's clothes he had washed, do not want the problem to increase he chose to go home, silence does not mean losing. I thought Mora, but what can make rice is already porridge fate can not be changed, as bitter as the girl's life must be sincere.

"Mora, make me some milk" Rani asked Mora, who had just arrived in the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am" the girl replied softly. Groping objects that he has not known at all, is very different from his home which was all plastic, even water flasks only from plastic. The girl was confused here she did not find such an object in her house before.

"That's a big bullet" said Rani, a fashionable woman with colored fingernails and feet.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm not used to the situation here. Different, everything seems strange," said the adorable girl who had the lack of physicality.

"Yes yes. There is the village. Yes poor people all, so where there is like in this house," said Rani as she grabbed calcium milk and put it in a medium glass and brewed it with water dispenser.

"What the hell, Ma. Noisy early in the morning," chirped male stout stature athletic body and also a cute face like the Korean artist. The gray-eyed bead stared in wonder at Mora. His heart could barely beat anymore.

"Ka ... You, "are almost inaudible.

"You know him, Jun?" Rani asked curiously at her son's behavior.

"Juna does not know, Ma," said the athletic man and then rolled his eyes lazy. Sit next to the woman who gave birth to him, then talk for a moment.

"Where are you, Ma?" Juna asked as his mother was about to get up from her seat.

"Your brother last night went to the airport, he said he would pick up Monic," explained Rani to her son who was too often curious about the brother's affairs.

"Seru dong, Ma. Monic will be here too?" The question again made the woman who gave birth to him cluck in annoyance.

"Bik's coming home today, isn't he, Ma?" This question finally came out again from Juna's spoiled mouth.

"The big boy you ask, ask Mama once in a while" said the woman who gave birth to him.

"Your mother is here no need to ask," ledek male athletic body.

While Mora only listens to the warm conversation of the two, the child and mother who complement each other, Mora longs for things that he has never gotten so far. The clear thread fell just like that without being able to bend again.

Both of them left the table, they only ate bread smeared with jam and a glass of warm milk. Unlike Mora, the beautiful woman was still sculpting, confused as to what she should do. Clear thread continues to race down from the eye pelupuk Mora without cue.

"Assynolajet. Den, Auntie's coming home" shouted someone from the front. The voice he knew.

"No, on the call. Long live he tuh," as well as Rani while lying down followed by the sound of laughter from Juna that makes opium.

They talked for a moment, telling what happened in the village bi Inah, after which bi Inah joined the party to win the kitchen to clean up considering he had not been here for a long time. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw a beautiful woman crying in the corner of the kitchen. At first he thought it was a demon that transformed into a human, his fear finally disappeared when he saw the woman's feet tread on the floor perfectly.

Bi Inah touched Mora's shoulder slowly, the girl turned her head, bi Inah was surprised to see the woman in front of him blind, not disgusted or angry, but rather compassion and pity. The middle-aged woman asked Mora to tell a story, exchange stories, joking a little and then asked him about why he could be here. Mora told me everything, the beginning of the problem until finally he was expelled from the village where he lived all this time.

The middle-aged woman dropped a clear circle, regretting the actions of the young man who could do such a thing to Mora, the girl just fell silent. Trying to hold the anger that he will one day release. The sad atmosphere turned so happy when bi Inah spouted her fart that she had been holding back. The laughter of the two broke while cleaning vegetables for lunch.

"Excuse Bibik, Neng," said the middle-aged woman with her still-remaining chuckle, a slightly filled body that makes it easy to pass gas.

"Ga nothing, Bik," his smile expands, this smile that was once given by his late grandmother. Tell Mora not always succumb to the circumstances, but in fact Mora still lost, the current situation is not on his side.

Mora never wanted what happened in his life today, the way of his life today is the provision of the all-loving, God's intervention for a better purpose later.

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Everyone was asleep, but the woman with the sad face was still awake. His heart and mind were muddled, and his twisted mass shadows kept flashing in wishful thinking. Also think about his future later how and what to do. Occasionally the sobbing softly, while smothering his mouth using a pillow.

The beautiful woman in white and straight hair did not want her sleep friend who was soundly disturbed at this time by her actions.

Groping towards the bathroom and ablution, performing prayers and asking forgiveness of his Lord for all his mistakes and asking God to bestow favors on him, he believed that God was currently testing him. There will be times when he will feel happy that he never thought before.

Seriate....