WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 51
The night was so cold, as cold as Juna at this time, even the moonlight alone was unable to make the heart of the athletic man calm.
The pregnant woman was looking at the moon so clean. Juna hugged the tiny body of Mora from behind, the fear of loss back present in her chest.
"Don't ever leave me" said Juna, peeping at the nape of the woman who was carrying her child.
"I'll never leave dew as cool as you, ever" said the well-versed woman.
Mora Cantika turned her body, now the views of the two are clashing. The pregnant woman blushed in embarrassment, but came close to landing a kiss on Juna's cheek.
"Hopefully after this you will not leave me," said Juna slowly, the athletic man landed a kiss with a pinch on Mora's cheek so that the woman squinted.
Before long the sound of knocking on the door of their room sounded so loud.
"Den!" This sounds so panicked. Juna hastily opened the door of the room, sure enough to breath make Inah look like a manger.
"What's up, Bik?" Juna asked Bik Inah who looked confused.
"Mistress should vomit, now look weak and again on the same back of the father. The madam refused to go between hospitals, Den," obviously made Inah hasty, so he caught his breath and continued his words.
"The lady just wants Aden to see her now" said Inah slowly.
"Well," said Juna, his foot stepping towards his mother's room. Without realizing it, Mora followed her.
Anxiety enveloped his heart but it was impossible to hold a million anger against the woman who had given birth to him.
"Why don't you want to go to the hospital?" Juna gently touched Rani's fingers and then kissed the back of the woman who had given birth to her.
"No need, if you die quickly then better," said Rani slowly and then brushed off Juna's hand slowly.
"Don't be like a child, Ma. Juna loves Mama," said the athletic man and sat next to Rani and turned to his father.
Yudha just nodded seeing Juna staring at him.
"You don't love Mama, so why do you survive. Not only will we go bankrupt but we will be humiliated by Mama's best friend" Rani said in a weak voice.
"What kind of friend it is," said Juna annoyed, while outside the room there were a pair of ears hearing their talk, Mora did not dare to enter because Juna did not invite him earlier.
"How difficult it is for you to marry him, to keep it a secret from Mora so that your relationship is fine" said Rani glanced at her husband so that Yudha helped him speak.
"True your mother, Papa used to be ..." Yudha's words paused realizing it was just the past.
"Papa what happened?" Astonished Juna fused his eyebrows together and stared fixedly at his father.
"Papa used to ask for polygamy because Mama only had two children, but papa did not want to," Rani's lie, the woman commented a smile on Juna that made Juna smile cynically.
"Focus on your health, I'll think about it later," said Juna then rose from his seat.
"Don't be long, Mama's best friend's child is too mature for her age to get married. He kept on urging Mama," Wirih Rani looked at Juna's back who was getting away. Juna did not answer at all his heart was so difficult if he had to share his love for other women besides Mora.
The pregnant woman sat curled up next to a large flower vase near Rani's room so that the athletic man could not see her at all.
Millions of clear circles rumbled from the beautiful eyes of Mora Cantika, her heartbeat seemed to stop holding back the tightness that was increasingly torturing her soul, the tiny body was stunned.
"Do all rich people treat poor people like me like garbage?" Mora muttered a little, he wiped his tears and walked to the back garden which was decorated with lights to make the small flower garden bright as day.
At least the flowers that are blooming are able to treat a little of his heart that is injured at this time.
His eyes stared at a sprig of thorny red roses, and Mora came closer and squeezed the stem of the rose until the rose and its stem were uprooted.
"You are beautiful but you can take care of yourself with your duration, why can't I take care of myself until I always end up in pain" said Mora, her hands covered with blood from being pierced by thorns.
"Let go!" Juna tried to remove the flower stalk that Mora held so strong.
The pregnant woman smiled wryly, looking at her husband's face that she might rarely look at, before long they would have a distance that separated.
"Honey. What makes you like this?" Juna looked at Mora who continued to drop a clear circle with a smile, shortly after the tiny body was hollow.
Panicked Juna yelled out to her to help her open the door, her tiny body lying on the bed.
"What's wrong with you, Mora?" Juna cleaned the remaining thorns left in the palm of his wife's hand, making Inah try to strip eucalyptus oil in the nose and temple Mora.
After a while the pregnant woman blinked and opened her eyes slowly, the pregnant woman hoped this was just a dream but when she saw the wound on her hand she realized this was all real.
As hard as he held the clear circle to no longer spill, he realized at this time no more just hitchhiking in this house.
The beautiful woman commented on the smile that Juna could not understand.
"Why are you like this, honey? Juna hugged Mora's body, the beautiful woman just kept quiet, wanting to return the hug but she hesitated.
Enjoying every beat of Juna's heart was opium to her, the distinctive scent of her husband's body was tranquilizing to her. He will not be sincere if he has to share for other women. Mora loosened her arms and smiled sweetly at her husband.
"I just admire those thorny roses too much, Mas. So I forgot the consequences that I had to bear," he said softly.
"Next time be careful, dear." The athletic man advised Mora, but the woman simply nodded and studied Juna's words this time.
If you have to be careful then he must be aware of the circumstances that hurt him at this time, the words of Rani match Juna with her best friend's child still ringing in the ears of the pregnant woman.
One side he is afraid of losing Juna the other side he does not want to share his love, Mora also understands that Juna can not refuse Rani's decision because he does not want to be ungodly nor do they want to fall poor, Mora also understands that Juna can not refuse Rani's decision because he does not want to be disobedient, let this time he will succumb to keep Rani's family intact and he will also keep the fruits of his love with Juna.
"Mas, can I go shopping? I want to buy dres because my stomach is a little visible," said Mora in a quiet room because Juna was busy with his laptop, he was working at home because Rani was sick.
"could. What time are we leaving tomorrow?" Although his eyes looked at the laptop but his ears heard clearly what Mora said.
"I went alone, at the store at the end of the intersection there aja," said Mora staring at the face of Juna doubtful.
"Related?" Juna turned to look at Mora and then stroked the beautiful woman's hair slowly, Mora nodded steadily.
"Take the ATM card in the drawer tomorrow" said Juna, pointing to the nightstand containing some files there.
The beautiful woman did not intend to take what Juna gave her because Juna still gave her lust by transferring some money to an account number in the name of Mora Cantika.
The wall clock has shown at ten o'clock at night, but Mora's beautiful eyes are still reluctant to be closed because of thinking about the circumstances that will be difficult to face later.
Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, she must become a stronger woman in order to support the child that Juna left in her womb.
The burly hands were coiled around Mora's stomach, this was the last warmth he would feel after this the circumstances would separate them temporarily or perhaps for good.
The pregnant woman dropped a clear feather, reminiscing about every word Juna said making her chest even tighter, immediately he rubbed the clear circle and then turned to look at his eternal lover who would soon belong to someone else, his heart was completely broken at this time, he said, no longer a strong grip that can strengthen itself again.
Mora's hands caressed Juna's smooth face and smiled. Two different sides of the mind are currently at odds, a hug like this will always be missed later. Slowly he closed his eyes with a troubled heart.
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Debris that he had previously assembled now had to be destroyed again for one reason.
The wings of love that he had long knitted now broke again, the love that had been imprinted on the owner of the heart he had to sculpt back so as not to promise tears of pain that was endless waiting.
