Not Casanova
BC. CHAPTER 2 [Early meeting]

"Lo think I'm a driver?!" shouted the young man in black glasses.

"If you're not a driver, why do you sit in the steering wheel?" sorry Helen said.

"This is my car!" no less so the young man spoke.

"Oh yes, and how about. em.." confused Helen, the girl bit her lip adorned with red lipstick.

"Lo's after what the hell?" ask the young man with glasses.

"I want to marry you!" spontaneously Helen disowned her.

While the man who was sitting in the steering wheel seemed to agree to Helen run away from the wedding.

By stepping on the gas pedal, the bespectacled young man took Helen away from the area in his car.

After about five hours of travel, Helen fell asleep because her eyes began to tire out tears, her heart and mind were also tired of fate as if toying with her.

CLONING... NAUGHT...

The noise that penetrated into the ears, made Helen wake up from her deep sleep.

The girl walked up to the source of the sound, and there, yes, behind the mini bar located in the kitchen was a man wearing a black shirt struggling with kitchen utensils.

Not refusing to remember, Helen is not the type of girl who does not know return, yes the man who helped her escape from her wedding just now.

Finally with a hint of embarrassment Helen walked up to the man.

Still wearing white kebaya with makeup decoration that mblewer to and fro because the tears that flowed endlessly made Helen look very scary.

The man who was initially busy with his cooking activities suddenly turned his head back because he felt someone was observing him and...

"YAHOOOO!! UUUUU!!" shouted the man by covering his face using teflon in his morning.

"Huh ghost? Where's?" Helen foolishly looked back as well.

Awakened with the white kebaya that is still in Helen the man gradually calmed down, because what he saw was not a ghost but a girl with makeup that can beweran everywhere.

"Loe...You awake?" ask her by putting teflon on the kitchen table.

"After all, can I help you?" asked Helen who was still unconscious with her chaotic appearance.

"God... You take care of that first look of you who's kunti, just help me!" said the young man by turning back the focus with vegetables and cooking ingredients in front of him.

Hearing that Helen pursed her lips and went back into the room, the girl stood in front of the mirror, her eyes wide open not when she stared at the reflection on the mirror surface featuring the girl with white kebaya, blackened eyes due to tears, eyeliner and eyeshadow mixed into one.

"It's just right that I thought it was a ghost." he muttered by walking towards the bathroom located inside the room.

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The smell of soap makes the young man who is busy arranging food on the dining table staring at the source of the smell that is getting closer.

Slightly stunned to see the girl wearing an oversized white shirt with wet hair unraveling, smooth white thighs exposed there.

"Did you wear my shirt?" furrowing both eyebrows the young man who was staring at Helen uttered the unfriendly word.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any clothes on and it's impossible that I have to wear kebaya again." said Helen slowly.

There was a sound of annoyance from the thin-floated handsome young man, then without saying anything the young man reached into the cell phone that was in his pants pocket. It seems to be sending a call to someone.

Helen was still standing in her place until the man before her finished talking to the person behind the phone connection.

"Sit down! Eat up! Not what laper?!" it sounds a little tart, maybe this man is stretching himself from a figure named woman.

Just according to Helen, walking and sitting beside the owner of the room, her long white shirt fitting on her knees was increasingly exposed upwards as the girl sat on the chair, the more visible the smooth thigh that teases.

Even after finishing the girl immediately helped tidy up the dining table and washed the dishes used by the two eating that afternoon.

Starting at dusk, Helen sat on the edge of the bed facing the glass door that connects with the balcony of the room.

The orange rays that spoiled the eyes made Helen remember the very bitter incident this morning.

It did not feel the girl returned to shed her tears, a little as a reluctance to make the girl's shoulders move.

"Lo why? Lo cry?" there was the attention of that masculine voice from behind Helen.

The girl turned her head with tears that managed to wet her cheeks, and there she found the man standing at the door of the room with a plastic bag.

Just shook her head, Helen looked back at the sunset rays that looked beautiful but always reminded the memories of the past.

The young man sat beside Helen, and placed the plastic bag on the nightstand, not budging in the slightest, the girl was also seen drifting in her own mind.

"Haaaaahhhh.." the man beside Helen let out a long sigh.

"Life is hard, if it's hard, and it'll be happy depending on how we deal with it." the words made Helen look at the man sitting with his head up to the ceiling of the room.

The man said with his eyes closed, "Lo there's a problem, as well as me, everyone has a problem, but it looks like the problem you are facing is still warm to the point that your tears are, you know, it's a problem, you make cheap tears."

"You mean?" helen did not understand.

The man opened his eyes and looked at Helen who was now facing his direction.

"Lo you know, if our lives are more valuable than problems that become stumbling blocks?" ask her.

Helen shook her head softly, "Lo is there a problem too?" Helen asked back because she saw the young man beside her as if he had a bigger problem than her.

"Yes, and I guess the problem I face is heavier than your maslah lo." confidently the young man said.

"What's your problem until you say it's a big deal?" asked Helen who almost sneered at the young man beside her inwardly.

"Household conflict" said the young man, turning his eyes away.

"Huh? hahaa... You're married and you're fighting with your wife and then you run away?" guess Helen with a laugh.

"Not." said the man.

"Then? Don't tell me that your parents fought and you as a child ran away in fear." the sneer with the interlude of laughter sounded slipperyly slid from Helen's mouth.

"No more fighting, they're even separated." Helen was silent, silent for a moment after the man beside her answered her scorn.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"That's not important, because now I've told you my problem, you also have to tell me, what your problem is!" with a sharp look the man spoke.

"Huh? em... no, my problem is not important." said Helen by looking back at the orange sky that began to darken.

"Heh... really what I said, if your problem is not important, you're just a whiny and selfish girl who runs away from arranged marriages, right?" Helen shook her head when she heard the question.

"Continue?" looking at Helen the man asked by raising one of his eyebrows.

"I ran away from the wedding that I had planned all day long even from a year ago I planned this wedding." said Helen who again shed her tears.

"Then?...

Waaaahhh... began to open each other when the first meeting, some feel the same, comfortable on the first day of meeting?

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