WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 52

Early in the morning Mora had done the prayer and changed his clothes with the best dres he had, not to forget the pasmina he wore with the same color with his dres.

All he had prepared carefully, the hem he stretched Juna's body, close his face so close that Juna's breath he could feel.

"Don't get too close, then the love sticks," muttered Juna softly until Mora smiled and blushed shyly.

"Wake up, take a shower of prayer, go to the office" Mora said, then kissed Juna's cheek affectionately.

Wishing his Lord this may not be the end of the love he has.

"Okay, my son." The athletic man landed a kiss on Mora's cheek gently after she passed into the bathroom.

While Mora touched his cheek slowly, the clear fur shed instantly. Unable to withstand the tightness that increasingly gripped his soul at this time.

Mora chose silence, he did not want to express his wishes at this time, too sick if he said what he felt and Mora also did not want to make Juna sad because of him.

For a while Juna was out of the bathroom, while Mora was still sitting looking at her face in the mirror. Juna drew closer to Mora and put a smile on the mirror.

"My wife is beautiful, sure you want to go shopping early in the morning, honey?" Juna touched his wife's shoulder and kissed the pregnant woman's head.

"Related, Mas. It will be hot" said Mora, then he rose from his seat facing Juna who was still wearing a towel that only covered the bottom.

With the wild action that Mora had just learned in the Korean drama that he watched yesterday now he tried on the body of the athletic man.

Mora's smooth hands stroked the chest of Juna's field slowly touching the cheeks of the athletic man, while Juna just remained silent and smiled looking at Mora deeply.

All this time the woman he loved was never wild, which he remembered Mora was a quiet and gentle woman.

"Later at night we will fight, dear," said Juna then clasped Mora's hand and kissed him. The pregnant woman just mumbled slowly and allowed her slightly messy hijab.

The athletic man was wearing the clothes Mora had prepared on the bed.

Finished changing clothes of halal lovers to the dining table, eat simple food and then Juna say goodbye to go.

Mora commented with a very sweet smile so that Juna would never forget it later, after Juna actually left, Rani called her daughter-in-law to talk to her for a moment, they sat in the living room and Yudha joined in.

Back the pregnant woman smiled when Rani called herself, she thought Rani would cancel her plan to marry Juna to her best friend's child.

"What's up, Ma?" Mora sat next to the woman who had given birth to her husband.

"This is important, you should know too," said Rani made the pregnant woman confused.

"Yes, Ma" said Mora slowly, because he knew that the person he was disinclined to date wanted to match his son to his best friend's son.

"Mama will marry Juna to the son of Mama's best friend, this is all beyond our expectations because your sudden arrival back to this house makes Mama must be felt to let Juna marry you!" Papar Rani gently but successfully made Mora's heart hit by a large stone.

Only now did he realize that Rani was only forced to accept herself in this house, there was no kindness at all to the rich people in this house.

For a moment the pregnant woman pecked, digesting Rani's speech as well as regulating her breathing before starting the conversation.

"I'm sincere if mas Juna should share the love," he said slowly and then touched his chest that was like full of pebbles, trying to hold back the tears did not fall out of place, he said, while his father-in-law just kept quiet without a word.

Soon Mora rose from the living room to be a silent witness to the words of Rani that made him so weak. He went back into the room and washed his face to disguise his cries and reused his thin makeup.

This time only makeup that he will wear and will bring, he commented with a smile while staring at the mirror in front of him. The smooth hand smeared a little lips on his hand then described in the mirror.

"I love you, Mas" that's the only word he can scratch.

The clock still showed at nine in the morning but Mora had already left, he gave some simple dres. Previously bia had said goodbye to bik Inah for shopping.

While holding back the pain in his heart and back pain that feels so painful Mora walked limped, he will repeat the story that once existed.

The tiny beautiful woman did not want to go back to Rani's house, the money on her ATM card had also been taken some, he took some, enough to survive in nine or ten months waiting for his baby to be born into the world.

The ladder was waving towards the destination bus that he had no idea, he was new to this great city, as well as the new experience he was about to start.

"Bismillah" he said as the foot was literally on the bus.

A few pairs of eyes stared at him but he did not care, the pregnant woman was sitting next to a middle-aged woman of Rani's age but dressed in syar'i.

The atmosphere of twilight adorned the sky with a golden color that was so beautiful, someone shook Mora's body slowly.

"Sir, awake! Already at the terminal," said the man then reached out his hand asking for the fare when the pregnant woman's eyes were perfectly open.

Mora reached into his small bag and took out a few hundred thousand pieces and gave them to a man who was Juna's age.

"Return, Neng." Give some fractions of five thousand and two thousand. The pregnant woman just nodded then took the change and got off the bus.

Back he reached out to his little one while putting change into the bag he took his salary. He was surprised when dozens of calls from Juna's number and some messages he was reluctant to open.

The beautiful woman was sure that if she opened the message from her husband, her heart would melt and would definitely return to the house. With a limp he walked to the nearest restaurant, his legs were cramped and his stomach felt very hungry because from morning he had not eaten rice at all, only eating a light snack while on the bus.

Ordering a serving of fried rice with a glass of sweet tea and then he took the car and turned it off when one message from Juna came back in, the clear circle fell when the SIM card from his phone was, he took it out and broke it.

"I'm sorry, Mom," she said almost inaudibly.

Before long the order came, the pregnant woman ate the food left. He sat for a long time in the restaurant thinking about where he would swing in a moment while the time was getting late.

There was no giving up on him, he grabbed his cell phone and got up from his seat, paid the food bill he had just eaten and left the restaurant.

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At Rani bik Inah's house looks anxious as well as Rani, the once fashionable woman feels guilty for what she said this morning, she really did not expect that Mora could be so determined as to leave her husband.

"Where are you, honey?" Juna rubbed his face rough, his current state was completely chaotic.

Juna slammed the nastar he had just bought onto the floor because he felt so emotional. I don't know who his current anger is he is also confused as to what it looks like.

"Ma, would you please explain to me what happened before Mora's departure?" The athletic man stared fixedly at the bead of the woman who had given birth to him with intimidation.

"Mama just said what Mama should have said. Doesn't he have to know if you're getting married again?" Rani said slowly, there was a look of regret on her face but she tried to keep looking authoritative in front of Juna.

"Mama has no heart at all, who agrees on the marriage that Mama decides is huh?" The athletic man squealed so loudly that Rani lowered her face, while the father tried to calm Juna down.

"We are looking for Mora together" Yudha said, patting her on the shoulder.

"I'll find it myself!" Juna walked with a heart so sick, leaving Rani who started a lot.

"Don't be stubborn, Juna. Papa will help you find Mora, if you look for him together then the opportunity to find Mora can be faster," Yudha added but there was no response from Juna, he was still too upset with Rani and Yudha also became an outlet for his frustration.

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True love does not have to have, it is enough to roar in the distance and with a thread of prayer.