WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 29
"Ma. Today I'm going to re-create with Mora" Juna chirped at the dinner table making Rani and Yasna gasp at Juna. Mora's still in his room, he's cleaning up.
"Cock suddenly? Even though Mama wants to make a massive event for you guys," said Rani after putting the peeled fruit into her mouth.
"It could be after the contract, Ma. We only go to the penghulu house because their witnesses are prepared, the marriage book already exists" said Juna.
"What, Mas and Aqila husband and wife?" Yasna interrupted the mother and son's conversation, the thick-lipped woman was astonished by what Juna said, because she knew Aqila was not married.
"It's our family business. So I hope you don't interfere, Yasna!" Press Juna, the athletic man never liked the person who meddled too much in his personal affairs.
"Yes, sorry. Yasna's curious." The thick-lipped girl felt so upset that Juna's choice was a girl named Aqila whom she knew was not Mora.
"As far as you are. Mama supports whatever your decision is," said Rani, after Rani got up from her seat and said goodbye to Juna and Bik Inah, she will speed up today.
Actually, Rani had begun to dislike Yasna because she heard reports from Bik Inah that Yasna often spoke rudely and snapped at Bik Inah and never wanted to if asked for help in any work. Rani lets Yasna stay just out of pity, because she hears from Yasna that Yasna has no one.
After Rani leaves Juna also follows Mora into his room. Mora was ready with a simple house dress. Several times Juna knocked on the newly opened door.
"Loh, he said he wanted a remarriage. But how come you're not wearing neat clothes?" Tanya Juna looked at the tiny body of Mora before her.
"All work skirt suits, same party dress that yesterday. Did I wear that dress?" Mora asked Juna to pat his own eel, the athletic man forgot that the dress he ordered would be delivered tomorrow.
"Yes wear a skirt suit. Then we'll talk to Mama" said Juna, the athletic man dropped his butt on the bed.
"But not happy with Mama," answered Mora, usually the tiny woman never spoiled. A strong woman who lives independently, maybe she realizes now Juna loves and loves her so much.
"It's my business with Mama. You just take it."
"Well," Mora turned around and looked for her clothes in the closet and headed for the bathroom.
"Cock to the bathroom?" Ask Juna wonder.
"Replace."
"Here it is."
"Yes already. There out!" Mora's orders, his hands pointing towards the door. Juna saw the action of Mora can only smile sweetly. The innocent girl who became the dream of all men, the lazy athletic man came out of the room, he chose to wait in the living room only.
"I'll wait in the living room!" Shouted Juna as he passed.
A broken and now broken heart had dropped millions of clear hairs in his room, wiping them with dozens of sheets of tissue.
"You can be the same as me, Mas" he said. Then wipe the clear snot that came out. "I will not be defeated, I will retaliate and take away my rights, even if it belongs to someone" Yasna continued.
Yasna got up from the bed and stood facing the mirror.
"I'm beautiful" she muttered and smiled cynically. The next plan revolved around his mind, going to do various ways to make Juna love him and fall in his arms, removing the last clear grain that was in his eye patch.
Yasna hastily changed her best clothes.
"A little bit of play I think it's better" he murmured.
Yasna ran towards the living room, sure there was still Juna there sitting alone while playing his car, meaning Mora was not finished, maybe a little make up on his sweet face.
"Mas. Yasna can come, can't she?" Asked the thick-lipped woman, revealing her sweetest smile.
"Chuckles. Do not make a mess" said Juna without looking at Yasna at all.
"I'm ready!" Suddenly Mora. Making Juna and Yasna look at him for a moment.
Soon the athletic man rose from his seat and headed towards Mora and took his bidadari's hand. Yasna who saw them together made a puking expression behind them. The plan that he arranged was so mature and he would run it later so perfectly.
Kelur then pulled the car out of the garage, initially Yasna wanted to sit in front but Juna forbade him, his queen who had to be next to him, although he was upset but had to obey Juna's wishes so as not to be kicked out of Juna's luxurious house.
It didn't take long for the car that Juna arrived in front of Rani's boutique, Juna's hustle opened the door for Mora and immediately left the yard while Yasna, who was waiting for the car door to open, never opened, Yasna clucked in annoyance. The king never made a concubine Queen.
Inside the boutique Rani is chatting with some shoppers and smiles upon seeing the arrival of Juna and Mora.
"In a moment" he told the customer, who was greeted by a nod by the customer.
"Mama's son will definitely want to find a dress for his wife" said Rani who approached Juna and Mora.
"Yes. Ma," kekehnya.
"I would have liked Mama to have chosen it" Mora said, following Rani.
Blue ice long dress, luxurious and elegant but simple, suitable for hijab women. Not too flashy if for a birthday event or condangan.
"That's pretty!" Mora touches Rani's choice of dress.
"There wear in the room that you used to rest," Rani orders while winking at Juna, Yasna who just entered pretending to see the dress and dress as well. While Mora has passed tailing behind the man who is still her legal husband.
A few minutes passed they came out dressed in matching, beautiful and elegant clothes.
"It's a great fit" said Rani, she was amazed by the couple before her at the moment.
"Good thanks, Ma." They smiled at Rani.
"Mama's coming?" Tanya Juna once again, because it was on the phone Rani said that she could not come because there would be a photo shoot.
"Mama can't come. If soon ready insha Allah Mama will follow," explained Rani.
"Well, that's okay, Mom. We understand, after all, it's just a deal," said Mora, then Rani embraced the tiny body of Mora with affection. Yasna rolled her eyes lazily, the drama before her eyes made her so fed up.
The pair of people who were drunk with romance went hand in hand, while Yasna behind them stared dislikefully. No one likes it when the person we love is with someone else.
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Fifteen minutes more lack of them arrived at the house ustadz who will be a penghulu, some witnesses were also present.
"Sorry we're a little late, Mr. ustadz. The road was a little jammed," explained Juna after giving his greetings earlier.
"No problem. As long as we have coffee money later," next to ustadz in the laughter of witnesses, making Juna's face meet.
Nervousness in him was so felt, three years had passed during the marriage contract, now he had to repeat for the sake of his harmonious household.
The hand of the ruler shook Juna's hand as in marriage in general, the dowry that Juna mentioned was also the dowry he had given Mora first, several times wrong in the invitation of the agreement, and the, but on the third day, Juna's voice was heard loudly and was welcomed by all witnesses. Mora kissed the back of the man's hand and Juna kissed his wife's forehead.
They enjoy some biscuits and warm tea provided by the host, ustadz also preach a little for a good household relationship should how.
After tasting their simple fare, Juna handed over a brown envelope that was rejected subtly by ustadz.
"I'm sincere," explained Juna.
" I am also sincere," said Ustadz who used to teach Juna to teach and Juna also often donated to the foundation of the institution managed by his teacher.
"If ustadz rejects it I will be sad and disappointed" said Juna, while ustadz remained silent. The athletic man greeted the ustadz with reverence and several male witnesses, while Mora cupped his hands together.
They left the house of ustadz who bore silent witness to the sacred bond of marriage.
"Mas. I peed" Mora said as they entered the car.
"Yes there, there is a public toilet that the foundation children use," said Juna, his hand pointing to a public toilet whose door is made of zinc. Mora runs to the toilet to finish his wish, while Juna and Yasna enter the car first, as the weather outside is so hot.
Mora has come out of the toilet, Yasna sees Mora getting closer, while Juna is busy playing her game.
When Mora opened the car door with a swift Yasna ******* Juna's lips with a little pull her chin towards the back to impress without coercion.
The petite and hijab-looking woman was staring at what was in front of her eyes at this moment. Juna immediately rejected Yasna's hand that held her chin, so surprised when Mora pecked at the doorway of the car.
"B ... It's not like you see." Juna tried to calm down Mora who was dropping the clear feathers nonstop.
"Yes" he answered flatly and got into the car. Wise woman Mora, will never make a fuss even always succumb.
"Yasna forced," obviously the athletic man.
"You want to prove it, Mom. It means I'm not imposing" Yasna said. Ondel-ondel who is so good at taking advantage of the situation and playing the drama.
"Whatever. I want to go home" said Mora flatly. The tiny body was stupefied, Yasna smiled in satisfaction.
Juna glanced at Yasna, now he understood the nature and attitude of Yasna all this time. Juna drove his vehicle at a high speed, no matter what if he had to deal with the police, which clearly now Juna wanted to explain and straighten out the problems Yasna was doing.
Seriate....
