The Passion of Casanova
The True Luck
Seeing Raga helping Zoya, Laura returns to sharp peeking and feeling an overwhelming hatred for the girl.
Raga should have defended her, not defended the night girl's son who defamed their college.
Raga helps Zoya to stand up, while the girl's arm still bleeds the dried-up edges.
"Cih, you whore son, all the boys are seduced," Laura sneered with a furious face.
And the sneer made Zoya go back on the blackboard. The girl clenched her hands tightly, she stepped out intending to return to teach Laura a lesson.
But Raga stops her, she blocks Zoya's wrist, until the girl turns her head, and Raga shakes her head.
"Don't!"
The young man carries Zoya's body behind his body, in order to protect the girl. "Laura, stop acting like a child, you're a student. You should keep your word, and set a good example! Aren't you ashamed of always throwing a tantrum?"
"He was wrong, Ga. Not me, why are you angry with me?" cetus Laura while pointing at Zoya.
"Because I know how Zoya is, she won't fight back if she's not harassed first. And moreover, he's not you!" firmly Raga.
"Ga, but_"
Without waiting for Laura's rebuttal, Raga immediately pulled Zoya's hand to come with her. Making Laura cluck in annoyance, and punching the air around her.
Raga brought the girl whose hands were always held, to a park on campus.
After previously he bought hansaplast and also cotton to clean Zoya's wounds.
The two sat side by side, and the scene was already not strange to the campus residents.
Because every day Zoya and Raga are like that, Zoya who has no friends, even with Raga who does not want to have friends other than Zoya.
The young man was quite popular with his good looks and intelligence, but he always chose to accompany the beautiful girl beside him, rather than having to be with the others.
Raga opened the bottle, and wet the cotton with water. While Zoya is unmoved, pay attention to what Raga is doing.
"Here is his arm," Pinta Raga attentively completed with her hands turned up.
"I can be alone, Ga," Zoya refused.
"Shut up, I'll treat you. So don't talk too much. Give me your arm!"
Hearing that, Zoya finally resigned, this one man was the same as indisputable. Zoya hands her arm to Raga, to be treated by the man.
Raga blew Zoya's wound softly until the pain subsided a little, and it was cold. While doing all that, Raga always noticed Zoya's pretty face.
From the moment they first met, Zoya had indeed stolen his attention.
After cleaning, Raga opens the hansaplast and installs it to seal Zoya's wound.
Not only that, Raga also left a small kiss on the wound, making Zoya round her eyes looking at Raga's behavior.
"Why should I kiss?" ask Zoya who does not understand Raga's behavior at all this time.
Before replying, Raga first put on a smile. "Mama said, if our wounds want to heal, it means to be kissed. Mama's been doing it to me ever since I was a kid, and it worked, the pain just went away. How're you? It's okay, isn't it?"
Hearing that, Zoya inexplicably chuckles, feeling funny. That's a mother's affection for her child, and what about Raga?
"Why laugh?" ask Raga while shuffling Zoya's hair.
"Haha, I find it funny. But you're really lucky to have a mother like her. She must love you."
"Every mother loves her child, Zoy. And one's luck is different. So be grateful for what is ours. Because that's real luck."
Like I feel lucky to be around you. Inner Raga.
While Zoya immediately shook her head, her brain immediately wandered to think of her fate which she felt was far from perfect.
What then? Do I have to feel lucky to fall into the same hole as Mommy? Do I have to feel lucky for doing all that with Daddy?
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