WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 20

A week ago Aqila did not enter the office because she was still grieving, Juna understood her condition even allowed Aqila to take more leave.

This was exactly the eighth day of her mother's departure, Aqila slightly improved even though her mind was still in turmoil and her head was still in pain. The letter that Narsih left behind made his heart and mind unable to work together.

This time Aqila took a taxi to the office, no longer carrying her favorite duck motorcycle because it was sold for all the needs of her late mother.

Reviewing the smile on the security as well as on the other employees, Aqila headed towards Juna's room. Yep! He was in a room with his boss.

He opened the door, entered and sat in his chair. Juna had not yet arrived at the office, Aqila massaged her temple slowly, her body she rested on her chair, her eyes closed.

"Mr. Wake up!" Lolita pokes Aqila's shoulders rough. Until the little woman complained, Aqila had just closed her eyes Lolita was already bothering her.

"What's the matter, Sister Lolita?," Aqila scratched her non-itchy nape. Honestly, the hijab-wearing woman was afraid of being told to Juna.

"The plan is to find Mr. Juna, want to ask for an autograph and take dinner at my house" said Lolita while pulling her mini skirt down. Aqila only responded to the words of Lolita ordinary, after all she did not feel love for Juna.

"So serious to meet," chirped Juna who had just arrived and immediately sat in his chair.

"No. I just asked Aqila, sir," the lie while touching Aqila quietly. "It's Aqila" he continued. Lolita hoped Aqila would justify her words, but Aqila was silent, Aqila was lazy to serve two-faced women. Upset Lolita gives Juna a map and then she walks out of the room.

"Your face looks pale" said Juna as Aqila touched her head again.

"I'm fine," the hijab-clad woman sighed harshly.

"If you are not able to. I can give you some more time off" explained Juna. The athletic man approached Aqila and touched her hot forehead.

"We're going to the hospital?"

"I ... Fine ...." The blood coming out of Aqila's nose made Juna feel panicked. Although he was used to killing but this time was different, the shadow of his lover seemed to paralyze the past so bleak.

Without waiting for approval Aqila Juna pulled his arm and carried it, although Aqila rebelled but was unable to resist the power of Juna which was three times his strength.

"Then sir was seen by another employee," Aqila said as she closed her eyes, the blood on her nose did not stop dripping. Some employees looked in awe and astonishment, only Lolita looked annoyed.

"Lake in!" Juna's orders when he was at the door of the car he had opened. Aqila glanced at it with a sad look and then got into the car, while Juna touched her heart that was trembling because of the sad look that Aqila gave off.

"Yes-Allah," he said, then got in the car and drove to the nearest clinic. Juna knew enough of the doctors at the clinic so he didn't have to wait in line to get checked out early.

"Doctor. How is my wife," asked Juna seriously. The doctor who heard Juna's words smiled, because he knew Juna was not married and now he called Aqila his wife. Aqila who listened to Juna's words frowned in disbelief.

"Actually this is a factor in accidents that he experienced in the past, a hard impact on his head that makes his brain not work properly. The loss of memory that has been three years makes the patient almost forget permanently," explained the doctor makes Juna feel a little strange. The events of Aqila are almost the same as those of Mora.

"Keep, Doc?" Juna wanted to know what was really going on.

"It's possible that the patient is forced to remember past events or that someone may remind him" the doctor said, looking at Aqila.

"Is that so, Ma'am?" The doctor asked, still looking at Aqila. The hijab-wearing woman nodded her head.

Still a big question mark in Juna's brain, Aqila and Mora have a lot in common, only Aqila can see. Ah Mora, it feels impossible because Mora has been buried. Juna's brain suddenly dizzy made him.

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The man who now relies only on the staff to lead him to feel very guilty for the woman he and Narsih have been lying to for years.

"You where Aqila is. I forgot about Bu Narsih if your name is Mora Cantika," he said with a cynical smile. At first glance Roby looks like a stressed person talking to himself in front of Aqila's house, while Yuli never returned home during Narsih's death.

Hearing the sound of a car approaching the yard of the house he immediately got up from his seat. Convinced wholeheartedly that Aqila has returned to work.

"Yes. Why, Mas?" Aqila is friendly to Roby even though Narsih's letter is still gray according to Aqila.

"I want to talk to you. Can you?" Smiling in directions.

"May," Aqila replied, Juna was curious about the blind man, he did not go home immediately. Juna prefers to eavesdrop on their conversation by pretending to hitch a ride to the toilet at Aqila's house.

Aqila followed the roby sitting on the granite floor of her cold house.

"Did Narsih ever tell you that you weren't his son?" The blind man immediately asked Aqila without further ado.

"No. But I received a letter that he left and said that you know my identity," explained Aqila, again the beautiful woman held onto him, Juna who had been eavesdropping on their conversation reluctant to come out.

"Yes. I know where you come from, even the ins and outs of you," he explained, while Aqila was astonished at the disbelief, while his mother was still around, he never told me about the blind man in front of him at this time.

"You're actually from the village, you got pregnant out of wedlock and got kicked out. It's not your fault, it's the man...." His voice sounded raucous, withstanding the tightness that so squeezed the chest. Roby found out about this from his friend.

"Why?" Aqila's curiosity was so great in her past.

"All because of the man who raped you, perhaps by the power of God you were met with Rani's mother who was so good, she accepted you and married her son. There my jealousy is getting ignited, I always intend to harm you even no matter what fetus you carry...." His voice was stuck in his throat.

"Why can I see? Are these your two eyeballs?" Ask Aqila bertila.

"Yes. But I sincerely, because I regret my actions for trying to harm you, "he replied, the crying of the blind man can only be distinguished from his trembling voice.

"I'm sorry mom, Mom. Maybe if mom doesn't involve you we're still in the same situation, or maybe I'm no longer in the world" he said. The two clear netra dropped a clear grain.

"Don't hurt Aqila anymore. Wasn't it! Not Aqila," he said, his face hesitant to mention a name.

"Whose real name am I?" Aqila asked looking at the man's sad face.

"Your name is Mora Cantika. You're an orphan...." Revealing the man slowly, Juna who eavesdropped on his chest that felt so tight, the body fell loose, nudging the vase of flowers to sound a loud voice.

While the hijab girl was holding her chest that felt so tight, like a chunk of pebbles that it was so painful for her to accept reality. In a hurry to get inside the house to see what was happening, the hijab-wearing woman was astonished by what she saw.

"Mother why?" Aqila helped Juna stand up.

"I'm good. But my heart," Juna touched his heart. Aqila thought that Juna should go to the doctor immediately.

"A moment, call RT sir." Juna stood up and held Mora tightly by holding his hand so as not to meet Mr. RT, the tiny body he hugged tightly made the beautiful woman confused also feel astonished, he said, while outside Roby has gone to bring his wounds, tomorrow he will also return if god still allows him to meet the woman where he left eyeballs.

"It turns out that God loves his beloved servant so much" he sisnya, still hugging tightly the adoration of heart that has been separated for many years.

"What father do you mean?" The hijab woman loosened Juna's embrace, still in her confusion.

"You heard him? You open up Aqila, but Mora," explained Juna, she made it clear what the man was saying.

"No. I am used to the name Aqila. Later just call me Mora if I have remembered at least who Rani's mother is," Aqila said staring at Juna's bead eyes so deeply.

"Whatever. Which obviously now come with me to go home!" Juna's orders, a haru look emanated from Juna's two eyes that condensed.

"No. I want to be here!" Again the tiny body resolutely refused.

"Alright Aqila, but I hope you still work at my company!" Firmly Juna, Aqila just nodded while holding her head that felt so dizzy, with full of disappointment the athletic man left the Aqila residence. Looking back many times, Aqila called herself and hugged her.

Seriate....