Love, Curse And Mas Inlaid Handsome
Chapter 4

All passed from meeting to a story wrapped neatly in the warmth of the heart. Form a word 'Asmara' . The romance that increasingly culminates in the heart to be unstoppable again. Yes, All that is now felt by the rising Artist Denada Gracia with Caesar Gin. Starting from a defense made by Caesar at that time is now increasingly becoming a closeness full of romance. Remembering at that time, right at the inauguration of their latest film. The event that took place according to the procedure was confounded by Caesar.

"I'm gonna talk, okay?" tanyanya, made one studio turn to her. Honestly, he is one of the people who is not too highlighted because of his role as a supporting actor.

Caesar cleared his throat slowly, he began to regulate his breathing. His feet slowly stepped towards Cia whose heart started pounding. Cia sat down uneasily, she occasionally glanced at Caesar who was getting closer to her. Blush, her cheeks are red. Luckily it was covered by the make up she wore. Busy to calm his heart.

"I'll make a confession in front of you all. I have been in love with her since I first met her. I've never felt this sensation before in a woman. And I'm sure this is love. I love you, Denada Gracia Clarabelle. No reason to love you. I can only feel it, right here." a smile flashed on Jonathan's lips as he said it with his hands pointed at his chest.

Silent. She froze in her seat. He looked on in disbelief at Caesar.

In love? Did Caesar say he was in love with her?

As if looking at the doubt in Cia's eyes, Caesar clasped Cia's hand and carried it to his chest. Cia looked up, meeting Caesar's gentle gaze. He could feel Caesar's heartbeat, his speed was just like his.

"I love you without any because. So, will you be my lover? Stepping into life together, living the twists of life with a grip on me?"

Live studio is excited. They cheered Caesar, some were supportive but some were blatantly dislikeful. Cia is happy because she is happy. He fell in Caesar's arms. It seems he doesn't need to answer Caesar's question. All that was clear when Cia nodded slowly in Caesar's arms. Now they are officially in a relationship as lovers.

But Cia did not pay attention to the expression of someone staring at them furiously. It was as if it was going to swallow Cia alive with just that look of hers. Honey, it only looks like a split second. The rest he looks enthusiastic, like other colleagues. Covering the raging feeling in his chest. Spilling swearing in his brain.

"I'll take you home, baby." whispered Caesar in Cia's ear.

Cia.

Their views meet.

And without them noticing, the embrace was getting tighter as if it did not want to separate. Only ignoring the rest of the studio that teased them. Cia felt it was the only absolute happiness she had ever felt. His heart warms, with Caesar filling his days. He hoped Caesar would be the last port of his love. He wants to stay forever. Not a stopover for a moment's love.

Ping...

A subtle sound rang out from Caesar's pocket. He pulled out his phone. The show is now over and he'll drive Cia home.

By❤ :

I want to see you right now! I'll wait in the usual place ten minutes after you read this message! If you pass by, don't expect to see me again!

Caesar drunk. He looked at Cia with sadness. "I can't seem to drive you, baby. I forgot to make an appointment. I'm sorry, next time we'll be on our way to celebrating our new status." Caesar stroked Cia's hair gently. He looked at her with a clear face.

Thawing, Cia clasped Caesar's fingers. "It's okay. I can go home with Lia."

Caesar kissed Cia's forehead slowly. He waved his hand before getting into his car. His eyes glanced at the clock, there were only eight minutes left, hopefully it wasn't too late. Heart's fucked. Quickly he parked his car with origin. He saw a figure knocking on his fingers while staring at the clock on the wall.

Her hair was undulating, falling with her martyrdom. Tonight she was wearing a bright red dress with a cleavage along the calf to the thigh. Her back was beautifully exposed. So sexy, complete with makeup that is so charming. Caesar's eyes focused on him. He unconsciously swallowed his saliva as he looked at the cleavage of the woman who was now looking at him in annoyance.

"Yolanda, you must have waited a long time. I'm sorry." Sesal Caesar's. He took a seat in front of Yola with eyes that did not want to miss staring at Yola.

"I want an explanation!" press it. He stared at Caesar. His hands folded in front, it added to his sexiness in Caesar's eyes.

"Hmm, what's the matter?"

"The incident in the studio. What do you mean you shot Cia in public? You want to make me jealous or angry? You are mine, your heart is for me. I know you're crazy about me. I know all your attention is to lure me. I know all your behavior that adores me so much." Yola haughtily said that. He looked at Caesar intently, full of confidence as he said.

He was sure Caesar liked him so much, wasn't he here after reading the threatening message? Caesar had promised to take Cia home.

Caesar lowered his head, he played his fingers. His breathing sounded very rude, furious.

"I'm crazy about you. I admit it. I love you, Yolanda Evangeline." Caesar said softly, he clasped Yolanda's fingers. Squeezing slowly.

"Then why did you ask Cia to be your lover if your heart's choice was me?"

Yolanda was silent, he looked at Caesar in disbelief. But soon a smile was on his lips. "You mean, you're just taking advantage of Cia's popularity?"

"Of course, babe. My love is only for you. My heart has been engraved with your name. Everything for you. Cia is just a stepping stone to my next path of success. I just want you, not Cia. So don't be jealous my dear, I am yours."

How the universe knows how to play with the human heart. Hiding the truth so nicely. Featuring a fake face full of drama every human being. It is full of puzzles and also the mystery behind it. To learn everything that happened. Opening the veil so slowly that he did not realize the truth was already plastered with elegance.

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Mbak Yati smiled broadly as he exited the studio. He took a picture with his idol. He even hugged her. How his heart was broken because of happiness. However, his smile faded when he saw Mr. Kuncrit—his playmate in kampung— was tracking his waist while glaring. Mbok Yati stepped lazily towards him. He remembered what happened this morning before he went into the studio.

"Yati, Elingo bojomu ndek village. Dekne must have confused your Goleki crew. Your crew iki ya nudal ra jaluk license hisik ya ngene iki crewu garai angel I ae jah paijah*.'' grouse pak Kuncrit while stroking his beard that was shaved last night, leaves a tickling fine feather.

(*Yati, remember your play in the village. He must be too eager to find you. You are yes, go do not ask permission first, make it difficult just me )

"Yes barno toh crit! Dekne wis tuwek lan ra for my gawe! Mending I watch Ning Cia live rather than chair the dekne."

"Well, Dekne wis tuo. Greget I'm karo koe*.''

(*he's old Ijahh, greget I'm the same you)

"Huh, kowe yo love karo bojomu though ra guna. Seharuse nek enek kuwi problem diomongke ora nyingkrih koyo boy. Kowe instead nekani show your artist artist sing ra enek gunane ti yati!"

Mr. Kuncrit scratched his non-itchy head. It was hard to face this stubborn woman. There is a reason for that, when it has gone wrong.

"You are, yes, I say you go home. Why did you come to a useless show kek gini huh? They're deceiving you with their acting."

Mbok Yati stared intently at Kuncrit, who had blocked his step. He suspected his friend had been influenced by his useless husband who just grumbled. Her heart was upset when she remembered the look on her husband's face as he left, so calm. It sucks really. Tell him who he is not to stop him from leaving, now he asks his friend to persuade him. The classic way.

"Nang ndi wae I want ya wis lah! Iki ya sikilku ora sikilmu. Napo kok kowe is busy making penggaweane omahe uwong. Beforee kowe ya wis talking about nek ra want to tour my urip continues iki opo? Wae crit nek kowe sik tresno karo I. Honjo wae kuncrit the skinny braid loro." Mbok Yati said with immeasurable speed

Mr. Kuncrit's face was red extinguished hearing the words of Mbok Yati. Come on, he's just dizzy to hear the ravings of Midun—suami mbok Yati— who continues to terrorize him every meal hour. Makes him nauseous and not just appetite. Midun knew that Yati went to the capital but he could only monitor it. He could not get close to Mbok Yati because he must have been hit by a burst of anger mbok Yati that even exceeded the eruption of the volcano that erupted suddenly. So scary. Therefore he sacrificed Kuncrit sir to face mbok Yati.

"Hey, every time you say. My fat body, you said a flat. And hey, I'm bald. Since when did I braid two heh.." mr. Kuncrit glared.

"Kowe isn't it ngakoni? Biyen wae kowe kuru krempeng kind of electric pole short version e. Durung maneh your behavior sing koyok cah wedok. Said the child saiki.. Cabe-cabean, It's yes, durung maneh hair gondrong ngeluwihi lebate forest kalimantan, uwis mah kutuan maning. Disgust me ndeloke biyen." Celatu Mbok Yati about Kuncrit in the past

Frustrated, mr. Kuncrit welcomes. He looked at Mbok Yati with a sad look. Kuncrit was speechless in front of Mbok Yati. He has lost the debate with mbok yati.

“Kowe kenek opo maneh? Ora pantes macem expression ning raimu. Ora enek brother sing ndelok kowe.” Omel mbok Yati's.

“Jah, just help me this time. I'm dizzy hearing Midun's rant, your man's.” Persuade Kuncrit on Mbok Yati

“Uwis ora need pedulikne kuwi boy. Menengo wae ning ngarepe, ngunu wae kok ribet! Uwis ah I'm not killing ning njero! Kowe minggato kono.” Reply Mbok Yati who already does not want to deal with kuncrit.

Without paying attention to Kuncrit again, mbok Ijah shot up quickly. He can't wait to meet his idol. He was so admiring Cia's acting that was so professional when playing the role of a senior. So impressive. He lured his heart so tightly. He is a huge admirer of Denada Gracia.

“Come home, Midun has been waiting for you at my house.” Pull Mr. Kuncrit return mbok Yati back to the present. He jerks. He quickly threw out Kuncrit's hand.

Mbok Yati attempted to leave, ignoring Kuncrit's pack who was already preparing to nag at length again. He does not care about everything persuaded Mr. Kuncrit.

“You know, your useless idol made you like this. You fight your husband, you're the one who's gonna suffer later. If this is the way, I'll just meet your idol. Let me kick a kid not knowing it's lucky.” Mr. Kuncrit's voice sounded thunderous. He stared at the entrance sharply. Moving forward, to meet Cia.

Mbok Yati who saw it was a crime. Hurry up he's blocking Kuncrit sir. Blocking him from the entrance. Some people who were disturbed looked at them cynically. But after realizing that this was just a pair of elderly people, they shook their heads.

“Mbok, if you want to make a fuss at home oruh. Don't be here, ashamed of young people. I'm old and still jealous.” A woman in her 25s wearing a navy blue blazer.

Embarrassed by the atmosphere, Yati dragged Pak Kuncrit out of the studio. He had prepared the nagging text and grunts in his brain. Ready to be spewed like lava, just waiting for the right time. Really, this is the most fun and most embarrassing day for Mbok Yati.