WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 60
In the small room twice the size of two, Mora fell asleep on a simple bed, never before had he imagined he would be cupped in a city so foreign to him, there was no place to ask for help this time, his phone was also left in Alif's car when shopping earlier.
As the day progressed towards the end of the afternoon, the man wearing the head covering came out to look for food while the two men who brought them here were standing guard outside the room.
The pregnant woman wanted to get out of here immediately, she walked slowly and opened the door of the room but nil, the door was locked tightly from the outside.
He clucked irritably and rang the door until a big bang was heard to the surprise of the two boys.
"Why Miss?" Ask one of them who came closer to the door.
"Open!" cry Mora from the room.
"I'm sorry I can't. Not that the bathroom is inside, snacks and bottled tea are also there to ward off temporary hunger, all are available right?" Asked the sturdy man who was standing in front of the closed door.
"There was. But there's no mukena" said Mora, he lowered his voice. The salad has passed by now.
"I'll call the boss and tell him to come here, so just wait here and I beg you not to be noisy." The sturdy man left Mora's bedroom and returned to the living room.
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The pregnant woman noticed the small window so high, fit if for her tiny body but she doubted what was behind the window would endanger her safety and her fetus.
The woman with a ripe lips wiped the corner of her eyes and rubbed her stomach slowly.
"We fight again, son. Tonight or tomorrow we play hide-and-seek," he said then slowly the tiny body that was very tired he lay.
Staring at the ceiling of the room he imagined the face of Juna who was making out with other women besides himself.
"Happy, Mommy." He could not hold the clear circle when he remembered the man who had touched his heart and bound his soul now happy without him.
Whether or not until when Mora Cantika would be on the verge of suffering, that tiny body trained military soul that he was feeling right now.
The clock ticks kept in rhythm with his current heartbeat until the Maghrib adhan reverberated. The pregnant woman had been in this room for hours.
Several times there were knocking on the door of Mora's room, the pregnant woman lazily allowed the ones outside to enter.
"This is what your Lord commands immediately after we eat!" The command of the man wearing the head covering, currently his eyes scanned the curves of Mora's body and then turned to his face.
Mora just stared at the man and grabbed the face in the man's hand, while the man wearing the head covering just stared and smiled.
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With wisdom the pregnant woman carried out the magrib salad and prayed for her safety and the safety of her divine lover, although equally difficult she still thought about her husband's current situation. It is not because of others because of stubbornness that makes himself in trouble.
Twenty minutes the man wearing the head covering watched Mora's salad move until the prayer he said he listened.
The pregnant woman was aghast when she saw the man in her room and was lying down while smiling at Mora.
"Why?" ask her innocently, one room with a woman who is not her current mahram.
"We are not mahrams" the pregnant woman replied slowly and opened her face and folded it.
"What is mahram? Then I want to be your mahram" said the man wearing the head covering and got up from his bed and approached Mora.
"Don't come any closer!" Mora took a few steps back until he smashed his back into the small table.
"okay ... Okay ... Let's have dinner!" With a swift man wearing a head covering that pulled Mora's hand slowly to make the tiny woman slightly staggered.
The man who wears the head covering does not know about religion at all probably because he never learned from parents or even reluctant to find a teacher and study, just like Juna used to, maybe because he never learned from his parents, since meeting Mora, he has become a better man.
They had a simple dinner, just plain packaged rice with a fish side dish, while Mora specialized fried chicken and many other side dishes.
"Miss, if the side dish is not finished, can we dong?!" The thick-bodied man sitting beside Mora glanced at the food and side dishes on Mora's plate.
"Heh. She's pregnant again, if you're pregnant I'll buy her too!" hardik the man wearing the head covering, then feed his last rice in the mouth.
The pregnant woman did not answer a word, she ate the food as if she was not in a depressed state, she wanted to strongly struggle to escape from the person she thought was so tormenting her at the moment.
"Oh," Mora said as she touched her stomach after crashing into a small dining table that only fit four people, while the man wearing the head covering just stared at her expressionlessly.
"Boss, it's like his stomach's getting stuck." The two boys help Mora sit back down.
"It hurts a lot" said Mora, holding her stomach and moaning without pause.
"Do we need to go to the hospital?" Said the man wearing the head covering as he stroked Mora without taking his eyes off.
"I think so, Boss. Later if why-why with his fetus would be the same danger as his mother, such as bleeding that," said his men slowly, he was so afraid if the explanation was denied by his boss.
"Do you think doctors know that?" Sure enough, the man with the title of boss said the thing they were worried about.
"My wife used to be like this" he said again hoping his boss would believe.
"Yes already. Bring it, I'm coming." The man who holds the title as the boss rose from his seat and grabbed his leather jacket and headed for the car parked next to the house.
"Come, Miss!" Two well-built men helped Mora stand up and walked out of the house.
They entered the car together, leaving the house. Mora commented on the small smile when he was outside the house, no need to wait for tomorrow to escape from people who want to do evil with him.
It did not take long they arrived at the nearest hospital, the atmosphere of the hospital was still so crowded and there were still many people selling in front of the hospital.
Soon two well-built men drove Mora into the IGD and they waited there, while the man wearing the headgear waited in the car.
"These fathers please come out first, the patient will be examined," said the nurse and then lifted a little dirty robe that Mora was wearing.
Both of them came out and sat in the waiting chair, waiting for Mora to be examined and would go back inside.
The nurse searches for the whereabouts of the two men who delivered Mora and prescribes drugs and vitamins for Mora.
The pregnant woman saw them off guard, he sneered and then approached the family of another patient who was about to go home and borrow a long cloth belonging to the family of another patient to cover his head that does not wear this hijab at the same time can disguise himself so that it is not easy be found.
The family of the patient who was next to him was about to go home and he went with them, with a panic step the little woman accelerated her steps until she did not realize the person she was following stopped her steps and turned to the parking lot.
The man wearing the headscarf noticed a strange woman walking not far from him he suspected it was Mora and shouted until Mora turned his head.
"Stop!" her screams made Mora even more panic and run.
The lower abdomen of a pregnant woman feels so painful because she finished eating brought to run, especially while pregnant.
"Hold junior," he said, and hid in an empty meatball cart by the side of the road that was so far away from the hospital.
The atmosphere was a little quiet, there were only vehicles passing by.
"Hey, out! Or you want to see me later I'll torture and cut your smooth skin, '" shouted the man wearing the head covering with a breath of breath.
The man was just as tired as Mora was today, running chases like a cat and a mouse.
Beside the meatball cart was a lot of maggots making the pregnant woman want to take out her entrails that she had just eaten, she said, slightly inched back until he was now in the bushes or rather a small garden was not maintained, he held the heat so as not to be heard.
The pregnant woman screamed as a small snake slid out from the sidelines of the trench cover, swiftly one covering her mouth from behind and dragging her to a dark place away from the carts and streets.
"Please don't torture and kill me" said Mora with his eyes closed and a clear grain that was racing down.
