WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 32
"Yes!" Yasna screamed in excitement as she arrived inside her room. She scans herself in the mirror, so happy if Juna falls in her arms even one success if Mora hates Juna and herself.
"Still a little" said Yasna, smiling cynically. He never realized his behavior could make Juna hate him.
His heart passed blinded by love so that he could no longer distinguish between good and right. Ah, I don't know maybe it wasn't love that drove her crazy but treasure.
The thick-lipped woman came closer to the bed and dropped her rough body.
"Aqila ... No, but Mora," he muttered, "Too many mysteries of this house id, it makes me a little interested in playing around" he continued. Yasna's lips were drawn to the side, millions of plans she had devised in her brain.
In the other room two lovers whose love is being tested are planning something.
"Are you sure, Mom?" Mora asked her husband, the beautiful and gentle woman never wanted anyone else to get hurt.
"We'll try." Juna chuckles. Mora just smiled bitterly, to be honest he did not like the plan of her husband at this time, although the woman with thick lips was so heartbreaking.
"How about we go to Rosan's house today?" Juna pulled his wife's chin gently for the beautiful woman to look at him, but Mora shook her head softly.
"Why?" Juna asked again astonished at his wife's refusal.
"No. I just want to be with you, Mom. Right now I'm too afraid to part again," the beautiful woman obviously made Juna smile sweetly at her.
"Yes I understand, at least playing there can make the mind a little calm," said Juna softly. A gentle piscopath, what a real and wonderful miracle.
"No. I want to be here," said Mora spoiled, he wrestled spoiled to the man who reigned in his heart, Juna's hand also gently rubbed his wife's hair and slowly kissed his wife's head.
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Two months passed Yasna did not do the usual act, maybe he forgot or deliberately avoided for a while, Juna and Mora had also forgotten the plan they were going to do to create a deterrent effect for Yasna.
In the bathroom, it was clear that Mora Cantika's voice was spewing out the bitter liquid in her stomach.
"Darling ... Are you okay?" Juna knocked on the bathroom door a few times, the beautiful woman just muttered softly making her husband worry.
A few minutes in the bathroom Mora came out with a pale face.
"Mas. It looks like I catch a cold" he said sitting on the sofa with a pale face.
"Let's go to the doctor, honey," said Juna then took his wife's hand and kissed her.
"It will also heal. Get in the wind just usual," she said, the beautiful woman did not want to make her husband worry.
"Don't argue, it'll be sin." Juna smiled sweetly, while Mora was weaving her lips.
"Yes, in fact, there is no need to go to the doctor," he seemed to make Juna Andara more furious at his heart.
Hands down Juna unbuttoned his wife's shirt and then stripped her wet clothes.
"Don't do anything, I'm lemesy." Mora groaned, his gaze so bleak.
"His brain is dirty" Juna continued and then he laughed, while the beautiful woman with the title of wife smiled knotty.
"Kirain wants anu." Mora chuckled, unable to resist laughter, laughter so loose as without burden.
"You take a shower, and then we go to the doctor" said Juna, leading his wife to the bathroom, and with a swift hand soared his wife's body, the beautiful woman blushed in embarrassment, but it's not the first time the shame has persisted. He rushes Mora's body clean.
"It." A big smile adorned Juna's beautiful lips, the beautiful woman's cheeks were only met, she was only able to nod, She was so ashamed of her husband.
The beautiful woman passed from before Juna who was still looking at Mora's beautiful body. Looking for simple clothes for her to wear, a beautiful woman who always looks simple even though her husband is struggling with wealth.
When his hand touched the maroon-colored clothes that were slightly sparkling made the nausea in his stomach return to attend.
"Astagfirullah," he said, making Juna who had just come out of the bathroom look at him.
"Why, Honey?" Tanya Juna who also wanted to replace her clothes because it was wet had washed the princess.
"I'm sick of seeing that red shirt, huh, Mas?!" Mora slightly moved away from his own clothes, while Juna smiled sweetly at his wife's behavior.
"Wear this." Juna picked up a navy blue shirt and gave it to his wife. The beautiful woman according to him, the athletic man took clothes with the same color.
After replacing the clothes, they came out of the room and headed downstairs, not for breakfast because this morning Mora was not tasteful at all, the athletic man did not want to eat if his wife did not eat.
Juna embraces Mora's waist as usual, he is so happy if his wife feels happiness, while a pair of eyes stare dislike towards them, Yasna so hated Mora to any moment.
"Stop being stupid," said Juna flatly without looking at Yasna, Mora glanced at her glance and gave a smile. Too bad.
"Big. We may be going on vacation" said Juna in Bik Inah who was watering plants on the terrace.
"The bride of the holiday, Bibik can come, Den?" Temptation makes Inah smile.
"Aren't we just going to the doctor?" Mora was surprised by the conversation between Inah and her husband.
"Going home from the doctor we take the clothes after leaving," he explained, the beautiful woman just nodded her head, while Yasna sat on the porch chair pretending to play her dress, she overhears their conversation and intends to follow Mora and Juna for a vacation.
Juna and Mora left the courtyard, headed for the prakter clinic close to home, it didn't take long before they finally arrived at the clinic, actually walking also until but for the sake of the angel he loves not exposed to the hot sun.
"Mas. Should be here on foot," said Mora scrunched his forehead. She was so astonished at her husband who was so very bucin.
"I won't let my bidadar get hot." The flutter coming out of Juna's mouth made Mora burst open before his laughter came to a halt when he saw the middle-aged woman sitting selling fruit by the roadside.
"Mas, want it," said Mora, pointing to her grandmother.
"Fruit?" Mora just nodded slowly. There is no fruit like in the house of Juna, only rambutan and sweet star fruit that the grandmother sold.
Mora did not want the fruit, but the beautiful woman was compassionate to the old woman who still had to earn her own living to revive herself.
They got out of the car at the same time, headed towards the grandmother and bought fruit they didn't really need.
"Have you?" Juna asked when one big plastic bag was in Juna's hands, all he had left. The beautiful woman in white just smiled sweetly Sabil nodded.
Bringing the fruit into the car, they immediately headed to the clinic not far from where the grandmother was selling. There were only two queues and three Mora.
"Mas. Maybe if I was still blind, it would be like that old grandma if still nyari herself," chirped Mora make Juna's heart ache instantly.
"Ga can say that. See that grandma is normal also look for her own," said Juna then rubbed his wife's head slowly.
"Ga, Mum. Kasian grandmother, want her son was not brave," said Mora, looking at the face of her husband who was looking at the wrong, Juna focused on the next queue.
"Mas. Actually I do not want the fruit," explained Mora made her husband turn to his wife, Juna looking forward to the next explanation.
"Mas, mad?" Mora asked with a sad look, because he thought Juna would be angry because he spent money just to buy fruits that he did not like.
"Why did you buy it?"
"That grandmother's kasian. But we can share later the same roadside scavenger," explained Mora staring at her husband's difficult-to-read bead eyes.
Some time waiting for the name Mora Cantika called, he entered with Juna who had a flat expression. Some of the newly arrived patients stared in amazement at her .
"Please lie down Mother Mora," said the free-dressed doctor looking at Mora and Juna alternately, as if Mora was just nodding, a nurse in charge of doing USG on Mora, Juna explained what his wife was feeling. Perverted doctors took over the object held by the nurse and the doctor's smile was perfect, meaning the assumption was wrong, because the symptoms of typhoid experienced the same symptoms, nausea, vomiting and fever.
"Is my wife okay, Doctor?" Juna asked enthusiastically, he was so afraid of losing his wife the second time.
"Your wife is very good" said the doctor, who pulled Mora's body down from the bed where she lay, the tiny body approached her husband and sat in the chair next to her.
"Congratulations, sir. Mora's mother is positive for pregnancy, her gestational age is four weeks," the doctor said with a smile towards Juna and Mora. The hearts of these two people felt happy that he could not describe, both of them dropped a clear grain, a sense of haru enveloped both.
The seeds they would later present in the body of a tough and stoic woman. Hopefully, one day his son will reduce all Mora's behavior and fortitude to their future baby.
"So vacation?" Ask Juna when they have paid for the administration. Given his wife is currently pregnant, do not want to force pregnant women whose mood is easily fickle because little he understands to maintain the condition of pregnant women.
"So dong!" Mora answered so cheerfully. "But ...."
"But what?"
"Mama ngizinin ga huh?" She was so worried that if Rani offended her heart, the beautiful woman took care of her in-laws.
"Definitely ngizinin, this papa candidate will roll on the ground if mama gangizinin," always make Mora laugh.
They went home, before the couple went around distributing the fruit for scavengers and some street children, because absolutely Mora did not want the fruit at all.
A few hours passed and finally the couple arrived in front of the house. Rani heard Juna's car that had just returned home ruffled his waist waiting for his son to get out of the car.
Rani is so worried because her son is rarely in the office, only Mora occasionally supervises. Employees are not reluctant to Mora at all makes Rani worried if company assets are toyed with even in corruption by fraudulent employees.
"Why come home?" Juna asked in astonishment as the woman who gave birth to him stood before him while shaking her waist. Yasna stood beside Rani staring at the two lovebirds with a dislike look.
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Do not put too much hate on someone because we do not know when we fell the cleanest hands first outstretched.
