WHEN CASANOVA FELL IN LOVE

Chapter 7

On the other hand, people who are feeling happiness are thinking about how to conquer the hearts of their parents. Trying to think of a thousand reasons for her mother to agree on the marriage she wants.

"Cummer, ma. Where's mama?" Juna asked as his call was raised.

"Your mom's at the boutique, what do you want to order for me to buy?"

"Ga, mom. Juna wants to nyamperin mama can there?"

"Can. Mama wait here" answered Rani. The call ended.

And hope rests only on God, and if Allah wills, all things will come to pass. His current task is to persuade the mother to believe in him, then melt the heart of the woman who contains the seed that he forcibly entrusted.

The athletic male gesgas entered the bathroom and wudhu after performing the prayer sublime. Finished performing the prayer of his hand he put it up.

"God forgive the servant, give ease in the affairs of the servant. I know I am not worthy to ask anything of You. Vile human servant," he said. His eyes were dewy, rubbing both of his hands on his face. Turning to look at his face that had just kept screaming, there were dozens of calls and messages from his best friend there.

While removing the glove he was wearing for prayer, his hand reached for his device.

"Jun, there's a big job tomorrow. The money is big, can bribe you to be an artist!"

"Want to go, Jun?"

"Usually you've never been absent, just ngabisin little cockroach doang." A few emotes laughing.

"Later the cave wait at the club, many beautiful girls also bro. We'll talk later over a little drink!"

There is no intention of Juna's heart to reply to the message from his best friend, intending to ignore him and come to the boutique owned by his parents.

Juna came down from the top floor, there was no intention to meet a beautiful girl who might soon become his halal lover. Not wanting to make his parents wait too long he rushed his car to his parents' boutique which only took twenty minutes.

Allah is the One who turns over the hearts of men, and what once looked bad is good. God also covers the disgrace of man himself. Yesterday Juna came to listen to tausiah ustadz that he met on the homepage of his blue application, when tausiah took place he listened carefully, nothing was missed in the least. Even when the ustadz says 'man was created only to bow down to Him, not to violate what He forbids'. Those words were like hitting her head, the feeling in her heart was like millions of thorns stuck.

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'There's still a mama's car, ' he mumbled. Hoping wholeheartedly that the mother bless his good intentions even though this is all so sudden.

"Ma. Juna wants to talk seriously," he said to a beautiful woman who was drawing a dress design.

"Ngaggetin this is the child no gabannya from the past," grunted while hitting the son's head slowly.

"He, sorry. Juna wanted to talk seriously," she said, making her mother shake her head because her son doesn't usually speak seriously to her. Even a few months ago Juna did not speak at all.

"Here sit." Glanced at the sofa beside him. Juna who was still standing in a hurry sat beside the woman who had given birth to him.

"Ma, Juna wants to do good. Mama agrees?" He asked, his hand gently touched the back of the woman who had given birth to him.

"agree. As long as your lecture is not abandoned, dear," he said. His smile was glaring at the face of the son who was getting more handsome and more mature.

"May I marry Mora." With doubt at last he said those words very heavily. His heart was so troubled, afraid that the mother would get angry and throw him out of the house.

Hearing the words of his son, Rani smiled faintly, there was a sense that he could not describe. One side he also loves the girl, on the other hand how his son will bear the burden, married a blind woman has a risk, his life will not be taken care of, he said, if you have a child, the one who takes care of it is his son.

"You sure. Do you love her? You even know she's pregnant."

"Juna sure, Ma. Juna began to feel pity and also love her," explained her son with a face so calm.

"Whatever your decision is. Mama supports," he explained. The man was very happy to hear the words of the woman who had given birth to him.

With a happy heart he stepped out of the boutique, if he could scream then he would do so that his heart felt relieved.

Maybe this is how God awakened him, giving him a chance to repent.

His steps stopped hearing one incoming call on his dress. The Princess called with a photo of Juna's face profile clearly plastered there. Still wrapped in the past, she is with a woman named Princess. The woman was one of the children of her mother's friends.

"Death cave!" Sluggishly. Want to lift the call it feels he is so lazy and reluctant if you have to talk at length about the marriage that the tall woman so long as it wants, he said, although actually Juna had also touched the entire body of the woman without exception but his intention to marry the girl was never in his mind.

The world of the man with the face of a Korean artist is now only about Mora the poor girl, also about the tiny baby who will be born later.

"Waiting cave at the club tonight" a message from his best friend returned to the screen on his device.

"Yes. The cave is coming. But not for a drink," she replied briefly.

"Let's talk later."

Last message from him. Then drove his vehicle at moderate speed, a happy face was clearly drawn on his face. How not, he will meet the angel he once tainted and say that his mother agreed to accept Mora the blind girl as his son-in-law.

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Night shows the moon, some clouds hanging spoiled, a sign of rain will soon wet the earth where humans are. But the two hearts have not met, have not exchanged news.

Mora's anxious face was clearly drawn, making Inah who saw him feel the same worry.

"Think of Den Juna?" Ask her to a beautiful woman who is groping some books for her to read.

"Yes, Bik. Master promised me something," he replied in a trembling voice holding back a cry.

"It's coming home soon, too" said Bik Inah. Although he knew usually the child of his employer was often home early in the morning in a state of heavy drinking.

"Hopefully." Putting the book, intending to sleep even though his heart and mind wandered far away.

Morning has been incarnated, but the person who is waiting and giving it a promise never came. Unbrimmed bitch, trying to stay calm under any circumstances.

Doing his activities as usual, bik Inah who usually looks a lot of talk is now also silent without a word, his mouth as if hypnotized for silent mode, as well as Mora, also, the woman is reluctant if she has to ask about Juna who promised to marry her.

"Your lady did come home. Den Juna too, right, Bik?" Asked the beautiful woman while putting down the dishes she had just washed.

"Yes, last night, madam called. He said den Juna had an accident," replied Bik Inah to hold his urge. The middle-aged woman already considers her master's child as her own child, so it's no wonder if sometimes there are words Juna who hurt her heart she is not too dizzy.

Hearing those words Mora's chest rumbled, there was a deep sense of tightness. Why he depends hope on humans, Mora knows if hope in humans then he will feel disappointed. Now it has been proven, holding his chest and smothering his own mouth so as not to hear the sound of his stuffing.

"Lord, it is inappropriate if this fetus has a father figure," he said. His breath was breathless, his tiny body sitting on the floor.

"Later to the hospital. Relax, Neng." He stood up and sat down at Lesehan. Bik Inah take food and some fruit for pregnant women, however the woman needs nutrition for her energy.

"Eat first. Rosan's gonna pick us up."

"Mora's not hungry, Bik."

The girl continued to play her fingers, a sign of deep anxiety. Maybe the love is already the body in Mora's heart or just thinking about the hope that will soon disappear from you.

Before long the Turkish-faced man came with an anxious face, a face that had never made Inah see before made the middle-aged woman stirred up to her employer's son.

"Den Juna how he is, Den. What exactly happened until he was able to get into the hospital?" Brondong bik Inah with a little shake Rosan's tall body.

"Juna has improved a little" he replied, sighing heavily. "There's a bunch of assholes gnawing at him" he continued.

"After Bibik den Juna martial arts," added Bik Inah again.

"In different cases, Juna was drunk at the time. They also play with gnawing," the tall man said.

"You're Mora!" The excitement made the beautiful woman aghast.

"Bec ... My why?" Ask stammered.

"Prepare yourself. Juna wants you to do tomorrow's hospital contract." Sighing heavily he left the two women of different ages staring in front of him.

"Wait, Den." Struggled, Bik Inah chased Rosan who was a little faster to walk.

"What, Bik?" The Turkish-faced man stopped his steps and turned around.

"I'd like to see Den Juna" he said. The middle-aged woman's eyes dropped a clear circle that continued to race to fall.

"It's okay, Bik. The doctor didn't let anyone in except Mom, I had to go home, Bik," she explained. The lethargic face again left the stunned body.

Only prayers can they say for Juna's current recovery, the torn wounds on the face and food must do serious stitches and not be allowed to go home even though Juna forces.

The torn wound on Juna's face was nothing compared to the scar on Mora's heart, as if karma was acting on him. Test his love and faith.

The faith of both is tested by the owner of the heart, the prayers of both meet in the sky, the meeting of both of them over the will of the most loving. Their destiny line may have to be together, or it will never be forever.

Seriate....