Perfect Love (Curse of Love of the Casanova 2).
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It is normal for a grown man to have known many women and even conquer her to decide not to rush into marriage and to be attached to a commitment that she feels only bothers her.

But Zack is different. After the joking curse that was thrown by his two best friends it turns out to be a no-go-lucky curse for him

Zack's world is threatened with extinction when suddenly a twelve-year-old child appears in his life.like carrying a message of death from the inhabitants of hell.

"My name is Salman Alfarok, your son."

A child reaches out his hand, it is seen once if he has been very well educated.

Is Zack lucky? or apes?

Of course Zack calls it luck that brings apes because the boy did not come alone.he brought a message if he had to marry a girl whose appearance can not be ascertained. but Zack can confirm that he will not be able to get through it all.

"What's this?"

Zack was not drunk, he was just not listening to the words of the little boy who admitted plainly that he was his son. but instead Zack was more interested in receiving a letter that the child brought even opened it.

Zack's eyes were wide open in disbelief after he had read part of the letter.

"Marry the girl of my choice in exchange for the mistakes you've made on me" the letter's content was quite shocking and made Shock.

"What the fuck!"

Zack protested to no one, of course, who wrote the letter. Almira, a beautiful girl with big eyeballs, who she knew only briefly, was in the center of a hotel bed because she was drunk.

Married to a will but not from her parents but the girl she took her honor? it is not just a curse but to bury him alive. Zack was horrified just by imagining it.

"Are you playing with me, little boy?"

Zack spoke out loud that should make the little boy afraid and cry.but Salman was different, he seemed to have been in print very strongly to face the father who had just met him for the first time.

"It's midnight, and I'm not joking with you, Dad!" Salman paused his sentence before he called out the word 'father' for the first time.

To be honest there is a shiver in the hearts of both, and nature will not lie if they are a father and son who have the same dominant nature, but they also compactly hide the state of their hearts.

"Tell me who the real owner of this house is."

Zack follows the twelve-year-old in haste, but what he pursues goes on a dignified and quiet walk into the magnificent house he rarely occupies.

"Of course this is your home" Salman said in response to a foolish question from the man he had just called father.

"Then why are you acting like a boss here?"

Was Zack's answer silly enough on that little boy? but really, he was like talking to himself in front of a mirror. From the tip of the hair to the foot of the child inherits ninety percent of himself. as well as the charming beautiful smile that once made Zack subjugated at first sight, but he was sure it was not love.just a mere attraction and temporary.Yes, of course.

"It will soon be mine, especially if you are dead.This house will be entirely mine."

Zack gaped in disbelief at the words of the little man before him whether Amira had planned this since she was in the womb, or whether her revenge had become ingrained until their first meeting, they said, the little boy who incidentally is his flesh and blood dared to talk like that. about the ownership of inheritance even when he was alive and well wal Afiat.

"Why are you so insolent!"

"I can even kick you out of your house right now, Dad."

Seventy percent is still dirty. Zack had to trim it again to fifty percent.

"I think you're dreaming, so I ask you to get up as soon as possible and make sure you remember that you're in my place right now."

Zack was already very upset, a while ago he was facing difficulties at work and now he is just faced with this kind of silliness.

"I've come to wake you up from your nightmares, Dad, but I'm not gonna let you have a good dream from tonight either."

What other parts of the world there are is like this, Zack doesn't think that little kids should be cute and adorable, and at hours like this they should be under the covers, asleep and dreaming.

But why is the little boy who introduced himself by the name of Salman Alfarok is actually very happy to bother him? is this a dream.

Zack shook his head a few times, reassuring himself that he was not dreaming at the moment.

The proof his interlocutor is currently leaving him is staring at himself.

"Where are you going!" Zack slightly hardened the sound because the object he meant was in the middle of the stairs.

"I told you I'm tired and want to go to bed soon, you can wait until you wake up tomorrow morning if what you want to talk about is important."

The patience that had stayed fifty percent turned out to be only twenty-five percent left.

Very good and very great, in just less than ten percent, such a small child was able to break the patience of one hundred percent to twenty percent. and that's also if he does not add anymore annoying sentences and make blood sugar quickly rise.

Zack felt his death was imminent, it was a kind of premeditated murder and slowly he was not sure if he could get through this for the next ten years.

Ten years he felt was too long, the little boy named Salman who happened to be very similar to him had the ability to make him kill himself in just a matter of days. Zack is sure of this.

Oh, my God, this is so bad.

Zack hopes that there is a passage of time that he can find as soon as possible, so that he can change his bad destiny. And again he became a fool by thinking like that.

"All right, let's see who's smarter little boy!"

Zack paced back and forth like an iron at the end of the stairs, without him knowing if the action was being noticed in laughing full of sincerity by Salman.

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