WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 42
The night returned to greet with a soft, spoiled raindrop. Rani Mahesa cancels her dinner with her beloved husband.
Two days passed by Yuli messih faithful and ready in his action to harm Rani.
"Eat at home, Nyah," said Bik Inah when he saw his employer was hesitant to leave the house because of the rain, the air outside the house was cold. The fashionable woman did not want her body to weaken later considering her schedule was so dense.
"Yes, Bik," Rani replied after a long sigh.
"Tomorrow to eat outside, before eating we look at Juna first," said Yudha looking at his wife's bead eyes.
Rani wants to spend the night with her husband considering the day she is so busy, plus now she has to take care of the company that was once managed by Juna.
The fashionable woman did not respond to her husband's words, lethargic steps towards the dining table. She and her husband sat there while Inah, Yuli and Yazid sat at the table.
Scooping the rice into her husband's blonde and onto her plate, Yuli looked cynically at Rani but Rani was unaware of it.
A few mouthfuls of rice stuffed into her mouth Rani felt her head throbbing violently.
"Dizziness, Pa," said Rani touching her throbbing head.
"Drink," Yudha decreed a glass of mineral water to Rani who looked so weak.
"Towards the room, Pa," Rani touches her husband's shoulder, while Yuli and Yazid stare at each other.
Bik Inah immediately got up from his seat and made a glass of milk for Rani and delivered her to her master's room.
The unconscious man entered the room after dinner, both of them screamed and smiled with satisfaction.
"Slightly succeeded" Yuli told Yazid with a happy look.
"May the poison still work even though Rani has drunk milk," said Yazid, after his upper lip lifted.
"It still needs a fight!" Yuli looked at herself in the mirror, wrapped in her face was able to outwit some useless flies according to her.
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In the remote village where Juna Andara lives with his beloved wife, a night of drizzling rain that soaks the yellowish soil, the scent of the land wins the soul of the poor. Mora sat in the corner of the design while wiping away her tears that kept flooding her smooth cheeks.
"I'll leave Cika with you, take care of her, Juna Andara. He's your flesh and blood?" The voice of the princess continues to ring in the ears of Mora, the woman concerned with her husband's past successfully made Mora cry bitterly.
"Don't cry" said Juna, stroking his wife's fine hair.
"The shackles of your past are too strong, Mas. I never knew when I would survive" the little woman shrieked, her hands wiping the corners of her eyes and cheeks.
"Stop saying that, I will fight for what should be mine. You are mine now, even at any time," said Juna then sitting next to the beautiful woman who was enthroned in his heart at this moment.
"So is your past. The princess will fight for you, Mas." Mora turned to stare at her husband's bead, while Juna was unmoved. Mora's words hit him.
Yes, that's what the little lady is feeling right now, not about infidelity but the past that haunts their every move.
With a heavy heart Juna stepped away from Mora with his current turmoil, the two were unable to untangle the shackles of the past that disturbed their life and love.
Juna quickly opened the door handle of another room next to their room, the athletic man rubbed a clear grain that almost decayed. His eyes looked at the photo copy of the face of the Princess who fell asleep.
"I'd better take this kid to Mama's house. I'm sorry Princess, why are you so desperate to leave your flesh and blood for the sake of leaving the country," said Juna rubbed the fine hair of the little boy who fell asleep after a day of fatigue, while Mora watched Juna's actions while smothering her own mouth, the tightness returned to her chest as she recalled the child's mother reproaching her.
FLASHBACKS.
Mora and Juna were enjoying lunch under the rambutan tree, the cool outdoors atmosphere made them feel at home for a long time outside the house.
After eating Mora went to the kitchen to put the dirty dishes as Mora returned to the yard to relax and eat the dishes she had prepared, the pregnant beautiful woman gasped at the sight before her.
Blond woman being******* her husband's lips are full of passion, from afar Juna is seen loosening hugs so tight but ******* it was released when Mora was right in front of them.
The pregnant woman landed a slap on the Princess' smooth cheek.
"The hick woman did not know herself," said the Princess to throw a slap on Mora's smooth cheek but quickly held the blonde woman's hand.
"I'm a hick but I'm ashamed, rich but I don't have any self-esteem" said Mora, taking a small plate of rice, then leaving.
"I'll do anything to get Juna, let it be that woman****," cried the Princess, Mora ignored the words of the Princess, her chest too tight to accept insults and insults.
The pregnant beautiful woman was sitting on the living room sofa id, faintly speaking Princess and Mora.
"I'll leave Cika with you, take care of her, Juna Andara. He's your flesh and blood?" Papar Putri then pushed Cika's small body into Juna's embrace, the blonde woman immediately got into the car and turned back and drove her car at a moderate speed regardless of Juna's call and Cika's cry.
"Get out of the doorway, honey. I will take Cika to the mother's house so that there is no feud between us," said Juna while gently nudging Mora's hand which had dissolved in his mind earlier this afternoon about the woman of Juna's past.
"Now don't, fuck mom, Mas." The pregnant woman replied without looking at her husband, while Cika was still asleep in Juna's arms.
"He ain't sinning, Mas. You and the sinful Princess, let me keep the child as my servant to a husband, if I leave later when I give birth to our child, I hope that the Princess will also sincerely take care of my child as I look after her child at this time," Mora said in a trembling voice, Mora's tiny, frail body slumped into a limp but still in complete consciousness.
The athletic man ran small to the bed, as soon as he put back the little boy he had been carrying and then came back closer to his wife who was sitting on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Mora," said Juna as she wiped away the tears of the woman who was enthroned in her heart at this moment. Mora brushed off the heavy hand slowly.
"Mas has often apologized for this, after it repeated itself, repeatedly this heart was broken" said the pregnant woman trying to get up from her seat.
I don't know what else to say, only guilt is in my heart right now" Juna said as she followed Mora, who was limping into their room.
The beautiful woman dropped her body slowly on the bed, could no longer take out any words, the blanket was reluctant to pull, the small body he let cold, he let cold, but the heart is not just silent to see his wife who is not okay at this time.
The burly hand pulled the blanket and covered the body of the woman who was carrying her baby. He glanced at the beautiful woman who made him fall in love many times.
"Maybe if I say my love as big as the mountain of Uhud is still too small, if my love of the whole world and its contents have not covered everything. I love you without limits and without end to my side," said Juna staring at that closed face, before long the fine snoring of the woman with the rantum lipped faintly.
The man with the title of husband shuddered slowly and then hugged his heart from behind. Shortly after, he too fell into a troubled heart.
