WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 53
In a different place Princess is with Amar has almost forgotten Juna and Mora, they are too cool to enjoy a beautiful time in their love, they are, the princess who has often been invited by the mothers of studies because of the shar'i clothes she wears, she said, at first he did not like to participate more and more often invited so that the Princess was accustomed and absorbed what was taught in the study.
He was able to improve himself and little by little keep his distance from Amar, the woman solidified his heart into religious knowledge, Amar heard the explanation of the princess was very happy. In the near future, the princess will marry.
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Until morning incarnated but Juna still along the way looking for Mora, he vertical coffee continuously so as not to be attacked by sleepiness no matter though his stomach is now bloated.
"Mora where are you," he smacked the steering wheel a few times. No one can lose someone they love. Especially Mora is currently pregnant and the mood is easily changed.
Juna came down and showed her a picture of Mora but they shook their heads because they did not see Mora.
The pregnant woman's number also could not be reached, Juna's chest was getting congested.
"Have you met?" Shortly after the call he picked up.
"Yet, Pa," Juna wiped away the sweat on his temple, as the morning sun just burned his skin without protection.
"We will report to the police at nine o'clock" Yudha said there.
"Yes." Yeah." Only that was able to come out of her beautiful lips after that call ended.
Rosan also no less panicked when Mora lost, he contacted several colleagues to find Mora's whereabouts.
The athletic man looked at the photo on his screen, Mora's beautiful smile a few days ago still looks beautiful even as if there is no intention of Mora leaving him.
"Why should you leave me" he said, then got back in the car.
With the speed of the athletic man was driving his vehicle to the police station, there was Yudha waiting there.
The chronology of losing Mora to the last place he visited.
"Well, we'll investigate the case, sir," the police officer told the father and son.
The father and son leave the police station, they will wait for Akbar as soon as possible, Juna as a cold-blooded killer just not sniffed by the police when he reports on the case of losing Mora, who is the victim of the crime, so clever Juna play pretty to eliminate his prey.
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In the remote countryside of Mora along with an old lady walking in limp, the old lady already looked a little hunched over.
At the beginning of the second meeting when Mora bought the rujak sold by the grandmother, the grandmother who saw Mora eating the rujak beside him without moving and looks confused finally Mora was invited to go home.
"Grandmother lives alone?" Mora asked while packing the grandmother's belongings and then put them in a big plastic bag to take home, because the heavy rain did not allow the grandmother to sell.
"Yes. Grandmother's son migrated to Malaysia for ten years and there is no news at all," he replied, his eyes glazed over the longing for the child.
"Sorry, Grandma. You don't mean to make Grandma sad" Mora said quietly.
The two of them walked towards the grandmother residence which was several kilometers away.
The small house that was only illuminated by the lights of the old house became the light of the old house, the granny's smile when her tiny house was seen from a distance.
"This is Grandma's shack. Son," he said as they had actually entered a small house that was only on the ground floor.
Honestly, Mora really does not want to trouble anyone at the delivery later, but the situation they need each other at this time.
"Rest, Son. You must be tired" said the grandmother then took a kitchen knife and rubbed it.
"Where are you going?" The woman's heart began to unsettle, a small bag belonging to Mora that contained only a few clothes he stored not far from her.
Because Mora realized he did not buy fish or meat even chicken alone is not visible next to this old house.
"Rest," he said.
Mora who felt his heart was not good immediately ran out while carrying his small bag, his tears could not be contained, he said, several times he fell down and went back to training no one was really good, Mora thought, the fear of the grandmother made her so strong that she could run several tens of kilometers to avoid reuniting with her grandmother, Mora realized there was a shortage in the grandmother.
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With a breath of breath he now reached the edge of the city that has many sellers and densely populated. Mora's eyes were fixed on a house that read 'Contracted', he hurriedly approached the house and peered inside.
"You want to sign, Nduk?" A middle-aged woman patted him on the shoulder so that it made her aghast.
After the bargain he finally got his contract, Mora only needed to buy some supplies and cooking utensils as well as small needs that he would use later.
Being alone in the city without anyone accompanying her while pregnant like this, was not stupid. It's just that his girlfriend Juna Andara who is here, is currently wanting to give time to the people closest to him.
"We fight together for your health and that of Mother, you are a strong child. Mother believes that someday we will achieve success like those who insult us," said the pregnant woman while rubbing her stomach and smiling.
Entering the empty rented with no pedestal at all, he felt relieved when the owner of the rented her a mat, broom and food for him.
"It's lent to you, Nduk. It's food for your lunch" said the woman as she thrust and smiled at Mora.
"Thank you, Buk. I'm grateful to still be met with good people" said Mora, his hand taking a broom from the middle-aged woman's hand that he deserved to call mother.
"Cong pregnant alone? Your husband took her, Nduk?" The woman apparently from earlier noticed Mora's stomach that looks slightly distended behind her dress.
"My husband works, Buk," Mora replied after he commented with a wry smile, perhaps during his stay he would continue to lie.
"You know, there's nothing to call Ibuk aja to Ibuk's house that has blue paint, ask aja buk Eka for sure they are the neighbors know," he explained, he explained, tarsee was a little talkative but it seemed like the middle-aged woman named Eka was kind.
"Good, Mom." Mora nodded slowly, while the middle-aged woman left Mora still on the porch.
"We started," she explained, the pregnant woman took a broom and started cleaning every corner of even one room that looked like a lot of paper tears.
The pregnant woman was thirsty no matter what happened tomorrow and so on, she had already finished cleaning the room until the bathroom, now the courtyard of the house she had not cleaned.
His stomach was now asking for food because the wall clock now showed twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
"Don't be picky about food, honey," she said as she rubbed her stomach gently.
Mora opened the provisions given by Bu Eka and ate it until it was not left.
"Alhamdulillah," he said shortly after removing the gas in his abdominal cavity through the esophagus.
There is no room for spoiled anymore like before, even a chatting friend he currently has no other than the little fetus he is carrying at this time.
It's back to how it was a few years ago when things never took his side. He smiled at the picture of himself with his girlfriend. Only temporary photos can cure longing.
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At Rani's house, she smiles at the woman who will be paired with Juna, a woman who dresses sexy and shows her breasts to the public.
They meet Rani because they can't wait for the match that will be done immediately.
Though Juna absolutely does not like women who indulge in aurat including his own mother.
"Sir, Juna. Come here," Rani waved at the two men of different ages who had just returned home.
Just now Juna went into the house with Yudha they had been called by Rani, the athletic man looked so messy as well as Yudha who was seen putting on a dislike face towards his wife.
"Duh, who works do not know the time looks really tangled huh?!" Rosa stared at the faces of the two men in turn.
"By paying the debt on, you," said Juna made Rani's eyes glare at Juna as well as the woman who said that.
Juna passed by and smiled cynically after receiving a small unwillingness from the father.
He did not care about the creature that made himself worthless at all, even the woman who gave birth to him did not appreciate it at this time.
"Awhile, Jeng. I followed Juna first, I asked to take a shower so that they can both walk, calculate the approach. Jeng here used to be with Adiba," explained Rani, he passed away to Juna's room and left Rosa along with Adiba in the living room.
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Rani knocked on the door several times but there was no answer from her son.
"Jun, are you good? Can Mama come in?" Rani knocked back on her son's door.
"Yes" said Juna from the inside. Rani hurriedly opened the door handle and stared at the bedridden Juna without cleaning herself first.
"Such a slob, the memory is so ga shower even directly sleep," said Rani Rambil put both hands on the chest, and, although still using a sweater and shal it is able to remove many words plus length times wide.
"I'm sleepy and tired, let me rest and sleep for two hours, Ma. I'll be looking for Mora again" she said without opening her eyes at all.
Rani clucked resentfully at the words of her son, at this time she had to think of a reason to overcome Rosa's anger if her son did not become a walk with Juna.
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We may plan things, but God rules everything, we move now everything by His will and desire.
