VENICE WOMEN

If God wants to explain how beautiful Heaven is to humans, then look at the City of Venice.

Not only the beautiful natural panorama. But this Water City also keeps a myriad of beautiful women.

Bella! Bella! That's what men call Venetian girls with beautiful faces. 'Bella' means beautiful, and is understandably used to greet women there.

Beautiful morning.

Casanova woke up from his sleep, and immediately he got up to open the bedroom window.

"Woah... good morning, City of Venice. And good morning to you too, Casanova!" He greeted himself confidently.

The young man then stretched his arms, and his mouth yawned again.

Ah... it feels like he's never had a morning as bright as this. The whole body feels light, and the heart feels happy!

He looked at his little finger, making sure his beloved ring was still in its place.

"Wala! What else can this charming ring do? I can't wait to start today's activities."

And now, Casanova is no longer interested in selling his ring. Because the amazing effect of the blue stone-eyed ring has been felt.

However, before undergoing today's activities, the first thing to do is fill his stomach first. It was only then that he remembered that he had not eaten anything since last night, causing a feeling of hunger that was now starting to spread and made his stomach ache.

Casanova dug into his pocket, but there were only a few pennies that were certainly not enough to buy any food.

"Womanizer! Hey, Casanova! Come here for a second!"

Suddenly Mrs. Merry appeared from behind the door of the main house. The big lady waved her hand calling for Casanova.

"Okay, Mrs. Merry, I'll wear clothes first!" Immediately Casanova grabbed the clothes hanging behind the door, combed his hair with his palms, then rushed to Mrs. Merry's house.

Mother Merry's house is arguably quite luxurious.

With floors covered with high-quality teak wood, as well as many windows in almost every corner of the walls, making this house bright enough for sunlight to penetrate inside.

In the past, Mrs. Merry's husband was a soldier with a fairly high rank of officer. So do not be surprised if this family is quite respected.

However, after her husband died, Mrs. Merry became depressed. Then she tried to find an escape to forget her husband by eating and eating.

So it's no wonder that Mrs. Merry, who used to be slim and sexy, has now completely turned into a fat figure and has lumps of fat. But it is undeniable, that on his face there are still traces of the beauty of his youth.

That's it!

And after Casanova entered the house, he immediately stopped because his sense of smell was greeted by the smell of pasta.

"Wala! The smell of this pasta...perfecto!" His stomach growled even more.

So Casanova stepped back towards the kitchen to follow the aroma of the delicious Italian cuisine.

"Good morning, Mrs. Merry, is there anything I need to help you with?" said Casanova to find the old widow busy in front of the stove.

"Yes, please get a plate in the dining room over there. This morning I cooked quite a lot. So, let's have breakfast together, Casanova," Merry's mother glanced over and smiled.

"Okay, Mother Merry." Casanova nodded.

The young man then went into the dining room and approached the plate rack which was quite large in the corner. He quickly took some plates and cutlery and held them to his chest. But when he turned around suddenly he hit something!

"Ow!"

Pragg!!

The plate slipped from his grip, causing it to fall apart on the white floor.

"Gosh, Mora, are you all right? Not hit by broken glass, right?" Casanova was worried.

Mora Valencia, is a beautiful 19-year-old girl, the only child of Mrs. Merry. He is now falling on the floor because he just accidentally hit Casanova.

"Careful, Casanova! Where did you get your eyes to hit me?" Mora was irritated, clutching her elbow that was oozing red.

Cups!

"Eh?"

But who would have thought, Casanova confidently kissed Mora's injured elbow? It made the girl's mouth gape.

"Womanizer! What y-you…"

"Calm down. This is a first aid method for treating wounds. I was taught by old people in the past. Well, how does it feel now, Mora? Does this make your wound a little better?" Casanova rubbed the wound with his little finger so that Mora could see the charm ring.

For a moment mora was helpless. stuck. Staring at Casanova who ah, I don't know...

Why is he so charismatic? Whereas before he was ordinary, a poor young man who lived in the back of the house, even Mora tended to be indifferent and fierce to him! But now why is it different? What is wrong? Why is his attitude so gentle and polite in treating women? What was wrong with Casanova?

"Mora?"

"Eh?"

"Are you feeling better now?" Casanova looked deeply, then glanced at his elbow.

"Y-yes, quite well. It doesn't hurt anymore," said the girl nervously. He then stood up with Casanova's help.

"Wala! In that case, thank God. You'd better get a plate for your mother, while I'm going to clean up this broken glass." Casanova helped the girl to her feet.

"Y-yes! Yes! Good idea!"

Mora then went to the kitchen to meet his mother, while Casanova smiled to find the white and hairy nape of the girl's neck, walking away from him.

Moments later breakfast was ready! On the dining table, 3 plates of pasta were still steaming hot.

Merry's mother handed Casanova a cup of cappuccino. "Drink it while it's hot. I made it myself. In the past, I used to make it every morning for my husband. But since he left I never mix it up again. So give it a try, Casanova, does it feel right?"

Casanova nodded, quickly sipping the cup.

Slruupp!!

"Wala! Perfecto! I used to work in five-star restaurants, but your cappuccino tastes even better." Casanova gave a thumbs up. "Numero uno!"

Merry's mother blushed at that. "Hahaha, fine then. So starting today I will routinely mix cappuccino for you every morning," he said happily.

Casanova took another sip from his cup, causing the coffee foam to stick to his lips. Merry's mother who saw that immediately got up from her chair. "A moment. I'll get this s u e for you."

"Thank you, Mother Merry."

Then the old woman stepped into the kitchen, leaving Casanova and Mora sitting alone at the dinner table.

"You should be able to wipe it off yourself with your hands, right?" said Mora suddenly.

"Yes, Mora. But I can't refuse your mother's kindness to get a tissue."

"Huh!"

For some reason, the girl didn't like it when her mother paid too much attention to Casanova. Wasn't he just a poor young man contracting behind the house? There shouldn't be any special treatment for him.

Then suddenly Mora's hand came forward, quickly wiping the coffee marks left on Casanova's lips.

"Eh? Mora, you…"

"Yes! And remember, from now on don't even bother my mom again! He's old and you shouldn't be getting special treatment like this. If you need anything, you better just call me. I can prepare breakfast for you, make pasta, make cappuccino, or even clean your room! Never bother my mother again, Casanova. Bear in mind that!"

The girl snorted in annoyance, then left Casanova and the dining table.

He went straight to his room which was on the 2nd floor, up the stairs in the corner of the dining room.

Casanova was still amazed. His eyes followed the girl's footsteps as smooth as sugarcane meat, and his thin lips curled into a meaningful grin.

"Wala! Mora Valencia..."

Casanova imagined the 19-year-old girl's still very ripe body. Like jasmine petals that just bloom in the morning. White and holy.

The girl's petals must have not been touched by any bees. So Casanova wanted to immediately touch it, enjoy the ripe petals, and be the first bee to suck the stamen.

Casanova's eyes were still on the stairs that Mora had just passed, even though the girl had disappeared from there. Then slowly, Casanova stood up from his seat and began to approach the stairs and his eyes looked up.