WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 39
In the modest house of the countryside Juna and Mora arrive there with a heart of flowers. Juna had gotten Ridha from both her parents to move house, the newlyweds reasoned that they wanted the cool atmosphere of the countryside.
Rani delivers Juna with a sense of haru, her heart is sad considering that she must now live alone if her husband leaves for Turkey to run his business.
"It's a good thing here" Rani orders her son who will soon be separated from her.
"Definitely, Ma," answered Juna tightly hugged the body of Rani who was about to say goodbye.
"If naughty Juna calls mommy, baby!" The fashionable woman switched to embracing the tiny body of Mora, both of whom dissolved in tears.
"We will often look at Mama, once a week if we can every day," explained Mora, the tiny woman wiped her tears.
"Dragon pregnancy, do not do much activity. If tired of telling the bodyguard nyuci, mengepel nyetrika also cook," said Rani welcomed laughter by her son. Rani realizes her son does not have household appliances like in his house.
"Riap Nyai Ratu," Juna continued to make a sad atmosphere slightly melted. Rani says goodbye to her home leaving her son and daughter-in-law to start their new life.
Rani's luxury car turned around leaving the small courtyard of Juna Andara's residence, with God's permission to live and be with her current soulmate. The two entered the house when Juna Andara's mother had completely disappeared from their sight.
"Mas" said Mora wrapped his hands around her husband's neck so spoiled.
"Yes, baby." Juna touched the slow nose of his halal lover.
"I'm worried that you're living alone" Mora explained with a sad look.
"There's a bik Inah. Papa also said he would not return to Turkey, last night when me and papa sat on the balcony ...." Juna took a deep breath before continuing his words.
"Papa wants to sell all his vineyards as well as his jam-making factory, although unfortunately because it's a hereditary effort but papa has to be willing to do it for the sake of mama, because mama had never wanted to move to Turkey," Rosan explained with a sad look, slowly the tiny body of Mora he carried to the sofa and sat down, and then held his halal lover like a child.
"Then?" The beautiful pregnant woman looked at her husband's face.
"Then papa and mama will honeymoon like us," Juna continued, after which Juna chuckled. Mora just smiled a little.
Juna cupped his hands in Mora's face, it was like he was dreaming of having a loyal halal lover with him at this time.
The purpose of also moving to the village is also none other than to avoid the Princess and her family, not afraid they threaten but more afraid if the halal lover she has fought for leaves her someday. Doesn't knowing from others the past of our loved ones hurt more.
The athletic man before moving to the village had also solved his problem with the man who had contracted at the home of the late Narsih, Mora did not see his adoptive brother but he felt suspicious when the person who contracted there said his sister left her suitcase here and the suitcase shown was the same as Rani had ever seen. Still positive thinking, maybe the same color because in the store is not always selling limited edition. The limited edition was her husband Mora, a fierce and fierce man who turned soft and became a slave of love.
Don't daydream" said Juna, shaking Mora's body, staring blankly at the window.
"Eh. I just think the same about Yuli," Mora said in her heart.
"Let her with her life and you with me" said Juna tightening his embrace, but the pregnant woman remained silent.
"Morah." Call Juna when he realizes his girlfriend is silent again.
"Heum." The opium answer made Juna want to prey on Mora as soon as possible.
"If my past is so bad, will you still be able to hang on with me?" Said Juna, his hand pulling the chin of the wife to look at him.
"I accept whatever your past is, Mas." Mora dropped a clear bulb remembering Rani's words while in the hospital.
"Don't cry!" The athletic man hugged Mora, letting his halo-lover spill the vexation on the chest of his field. Slowly escorting the tiny body of Mora to the bed.
"Mas, how bad is your past?" Tanya Mora lifted her face and looked at her husband's bead eyes.
"It's very bad and I'm sorry" Juna said.
"Tell me, I'm ready to listen to it." Mora patted the bed next to him telling Juna Andara to lie next to him.
Juna let out a long sigh and lay down beside his halal lover, his body now not spaced apart, the breaths of the two felt each other.
"I'm a fornicator and a murderer ...." Juna's words were restrained as his wife smothered her own mouth.
"Honey. Are you still listening?" Juna looked at the dewy bead. Mora Cantika just nodded her head.
"The woman named Putri said I had impregnated her and her son was now three years older. I doubt the child is not my son, because based on the results of the DNA ters say it could be my son and it could not be" said Juna, after a heavy sigh.
"Continue?" Mora asked the man who had legally become her husband. That was all he was able to say, because the tightness in his chest was so pronounced.
"For God's sake I regret it, I lost many lives just for the sake of money" explained Juna as he wiped the corner of his watery eyes. Bidadari's hand rubbed the remaining clear grain in Juna's eyes.
"I once forced and forcibly frowned the sanctity of a blind girl once ...." Once again Juna's throat choked, so did Mora feel like there was a large chunk of rock in his throat at this moment.
"Is that blind woman me, Mas?" Mora asked, the beautiful woman rose from her sleep.
"I hope that the woman I have taken forcibly her chastity never recovers from her current memory loss" said Juna, the athletic man rose from his sleep to look at her pity.
"I've remembered everything, Mas, when the accident was on the ground to restore my memory," said Mora slowly, clear circles continue to race down from the beautiful eyelids of Mora.
"Don't hate me I'm ready if you have to treat me harshly and inhumanely as long as I can atone for my sin on you" Juna said in a trembling voice, the athletic body tightly hugging Mora's stupefied body.
"How could I hate my husband. I promised I'd forget about your past, Mas." Mora wiped the corner of her still watery eyes.
God created the heart as soft as silk and clear as a well, holy as a baby. Mora is a rare woman whom God destined to change Juna's depraved attitude and behavior.
Both are dissolved in a state of haru and sad. The two fell asleep without any scenes of husband and wife censorship, the heart that still leaves the pain unable to unite for a while.
The night continued to crawl up, getting darker and then changing into a beautiful morning.
A gripping cloud, the black clouds swung spoiled, like a human heart that in one bond felt a tremendous sadness. Mora who intends to avenge him but he mengantungkan because the man has now survived and reigned in his heart.
"Good morning, my bidadar," whispered Juna in Mora's ear with a gentle kiss on Mora's cheek as the sun was already a little high.
"Astag." Mora touched his head and chest.
"Do I look like a ghost?" Tanya Juna looked in surprise at her little wife, while Mora gave a small smile in response to her husband's words.
"I'm blurting out at dawn" Mora patted her eel several times.
"You slept too well. I don't have the heart to wake up," Juna explained, he felt guilty.
"Mas. You're obligated to lead your wife to be better, not worse!" Mora's annoyance was only responded to by the nod by her husband.
Juna had performed prayers and asked for forgiveness from the almighty and then served a flatbread because they had not yet shopped to the market that was some distance from their residence.
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Sometimes love can also take away the common sense of man.
