WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 54
Just two hours rest Juna back down the road, looking for the whereabouts of Mora that no trace at all, even the police did not contact him.
Many times Juna sighed harshly, sadly and disappointedly he felt at once at her the woman who was equally meaningful in their lives at this time.
"Mora, give me a hint of your whereabouts" Juna said as he sat at the bus stop, hoping to find Mora here.
He just remembered now if he had a friend who was good at tracking someone's whereabouts, Juna reached into his pocket and took his cellphone, several times calling but not connected.
"Damn!" Juna clucked irritably and walked to his car which was across the road.
This time he will decide to come to his best friend's house clean first to ask for help tracking Mora's whereabouts. I hope there is a bright spot after this.
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Elsewhere Mora is walking to find work in restaurants and small shops on the side of the road, knowing he does not have a school diploma, good at reading because his adoptive parents who teach him.
"Patience, dear," said the pregnant woman touching her stomach that feels lower pain because it takes too long to walk.
Thirsty and hungry at this time that he felt, he could not resist the temptation of coconut ice and the aroma of nasi uduk that smelled so delicious.
"We eat first, after fighting back," he murmured that Sabil rubbed his stomach a little beginning to look.
The pregnant woman ordered a serving of rice and a glass of young coconut ice and sat next to the tall man wearing sunglasses.
"Would you eat, Mother?" The tall man stared at Mora who just nodded slowly.
"Why yourself, Mother? Where's husband?" The tall man asked a few questions.
"I'm looking for a job, Mas" said Mora slowly, as he was so tired of walking a few feet.
"Kok baga ya husband let his wife find work where else pregnant gini," said the tall man soft, then he took off his gloves, it looks like he was a motorist.
"His name is also life, Mommy. Having to fight together," said Mora with a tight chest, he realized he was currently guilty of not fighting for his love with Juna.
For a moment the bespectacled man chuckled, Mora's food lying in front of him at this moment, the pregnant woman ate it greedily making the man beside her groan in disbelief.
A while the food Mora ate was no longer there, the pregnant woman let out a wind from her mouth slowly.
Mora got up from his seat but the man held him back.
"Let me pay, Ma'am," said the tall man as he approached the cashier.
"It doesn't matter, Mas. We're new, I don't want to bother" Mora said, but the man shook his head and insisted on paying for Mora's food.
They came out together from the simple restaurant on the side of the road, like a husband and wife at a glance.
"Is there a job, Ma'am?" The tall man took off his glasses and extended his hand to Mora.
"Previously introduce my name, Alif. Don't think bad, I need someone motherly to take care of my son," he said, sighing for fear that Mora was thinking things through and accusing herself of being a bad person.
"If I work as a housekeeper and child caretaker then I can't, Mas" explained Mora, the pregnant woman confirmed the pashmina she was wearing.
"No. Just take care of my son, you stay with me. For other work there is a housekeeper who does everything," said Alif then headed to walk a little away from the restaurant and they sat under the tree just to talk for a while.
"I would like to, then, Mas. But ...." Mora briefly thought about the contract he had paid in full a year while staying one night.
"Why? Sorry to mention your name?" The tall man looked at Mora fixedly, while Mora patted his eel and chuckled softly.
"My name is Mora Cantika, call me Mora" she said slowly. "If I work with you, my. What about the house that just ...." Mora paused his words because he realized that he had said he had a husband.
"Why indeed?" Alif scrunched his forehead, not understanding Mora's hanging words.
"Nothing, I agreed to be your purse nanny, but I had to take my clothes first at home," Mora explained, while the tall man only nodded slowly, accepting Mora's decision.
The tall man drove Mora to his contract using his big motorbike.
It did not take long they arrived at the rented house that Mora just contracted yesterday, honestly dear to be left behind and throw away some money paid, he said, but the other side he wants to keep a secret to Alif if he really has a responsible husband.
"Our fight is not over, son. You must be strong little Juna," said Mora with a smile, his hands gently rubbed his stomach at a glance then ride a large motorbike driven by Alif.
Two hours drive finally Mora arrived at the big three-story house that is so luxurious, Mora was amazed, this house is much larger than the house in-laws.
Moments after Mora got off the bike two-year-old little boy less walked limped up to them. Alif smiled then knelt down so that the toddler hugged her.
"Papa's son is mam?" Alif loosened his arms and then held the toddler's body, Alif's left hand held Mora's hand to invite him into the house, because from earlier Mora just sculpted.
"Mrs ... Mama ...." The toddler's hand reached for Mora who was walking behind Alif.
"Mama," called the less than two-year-old boy directly to embrace Mora's standing leg.
The pregnant woman loosened the hand of the little boy named Farid, Mora squatted in alignment. Her tears shed considering the little brat who missed the figure of her forefather mother at this moment. Like him who always misses the figure of a mother he never saw at all.
"I'm sorry, Mora. Farid did think the hijab woman was his mother" Alif said, then rubbed her child's head gently.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm happy if Farid thinks I'm his mother" said Mora rubbed Farid's cheek and dipped the cheek of a toddler less than two years old.
Alif called her housekeeper, explained to the middle-aged woman who had worked with him what Mora should do and showed her the location of Mora's room.
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While at home her best friend Juna is explaining the last clothes when Mora goes missing.
"Lu's really late with me, Bro. Are you sure your wife hasn't changed clothes in two days?" The curly-haired man in front of him clucked in annoyance.
"Yes, sorry. I thought you were looking for yourself," said Juna regretfully.
"I'll try to track the phone" said the curly-haired man, giving him the number.
"The number is not active," explained Juna mamandang eyes of his best friend was full of doubt.
"At least we can trace the last time the number was thrown where," the curly-haired man said.
Juna mentions Mora's mobile number is not active, his best friend put Mora's mobile number into the laptop to track his whereabouts.
"Fantastic!" The curly-haired man was so amazed at brave women like Mora.
"What's up, Syaki?" Juna asked with a puzzled and curious look.
"No ... Your wife's guts are very big, it seems like she was really hit because of your attitude, from Jakarta to Lampung on her own land route anyway, you're still itching so she stopped by," seloroh his best friend while chuckling looked at the face of Juna who looked at him with a look of dislike.
"Damn you," cried Juna while patting Syaki's shoulder strongly. "I'm not depraved anymore" continued Juna with a face so serious.
"We're going there now or tomorrow?" The curly-haired man raised his eyebrows making Juna even more upset.
"Whatever how good it is," said Juna, the athletic man looked in the other direction trying to hide the wound in his heart, he did not want to look cute in front of Syaki who often mocks him.
"We're leaving tonight!" The curly-haired man got up from his seat and grabbed his leather jacket which became his trademark as a hacker.
Juna looked at the back of his best friend with a smile, there was never a rejection from Syaki that made him disappointed.
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In the car so quiet, Syaki and Juna dissolved into their respective minds, they split the slightly congested streets as dusk began to greet with a yellowish light at the end of the sky.
"Do you love that woman who is your wife?" Syaki's voice broke the silence between them.
"Sure, I love my wife so much. The feeling of a deep soul he had taken away," explained Juna with teary eyes.
"Since when did Juna the psychopath become bucolic and whiny," said the curly-haired man, after which he chuckled, while Juna stared dislikefully at his best friend.
"She was pregnant, the ordeal she received all because of me," said Juna made her best friend stop her laughter and look nanar towards Juna.
"Patient, Bro. Although I don't know what it's like to be you, but I'm sure it hurts your heart. My advice ...." The curly-haired man paused his words and then looked at Juna and focused on the road.
"What?"
"Stay away from the people who make you and your small family disappointed and slumped, including the person who has given birth to you," said the curly-haired man while focusing on driving.
"Nyokap's sick. Inevitably have to endure," said Juna slowly.
Like the fruit similar to the position of the athletic man at this time.
"Gue is just a suggestion, if parents could watch their children slumped it is not a form of affection" Syaki said while rubbing his face rough, and his face was not too bad, the curly-haired man recalled how he had secluded himself until now he had never met his parents.
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Juna continued to pray in his heart to find Mora and bring the woman he loved to life together.
