"What's wrong, Casanova? Oh God, where did that girl go?" Merry's mother emerged from the kitchen with a tissue. His eyes glanced towards the 2nd floor, to his daughter's room.
"Mora said it was full, Mrs. Merry. So he wants to continue sleeping." Casanova smiled.
"Huh! What does the child want? It's rude to leave food untouched!" Mrs. Merry snorted. He values food very much and doesn't like it when someone wastes food.
But Casanova immediately pulled the chair in front of Mrs. Merry.
"Come on, Mother Merry. Please sit down and enjoy your breakfast. I promise I'll be the one who will finish the food on Mora's plate. So, no food goes to waste, right?"
"Okay, okay, what can you do if that's the case?" Merry's mother rolled her eyes, then sat her big ass on the chair that had been prepared by Casanova.
"Now you lead the prayer and we will start the breakfast," said Mrs. Merry.
Casanova agreed, then quickly put his elbows on the dining table and cupped his hands together.
"Lord, may You bestow many blessings in this food. Because this food is made by a beautiful woman who is also generous. And hopefully, Mrs. Merry always gets happiness. Ease in life. And a special deep love from me," Casanova smiled, glancing mischievously at Mother Merry.
"Hahaha… yes, yes, amen, Casanova, amen. Hahahaha..."
Casanova smiled, then quickly ate his food.
Instantly the dining table became crowded with the two of them chatting.
With agile Casanova told his past, his life experiences, as well as some interesting things he had read in a book.
Also sometimes he gives deadly seductions. And it made Mrs. Merry laugh out loud and even almost fell from her chair.
"In the past, I idolized young women and virgins. But since I met you, Mrs. Merry, my taste has changed completely, "said Casanova starting his deadly move.
"Ah, don't try to seduce me, Casanova. But, what makes you more attracted to a widowed woman like me than the many young girls out there?"
"Experience!" answered the young man quickly. "Young girls are tempting. But widows are more interesting and experienced."
"Okay. But the thing is, my body is fat and fatty. Of course, those young and slender girls should be more attractive to you, Casanova."
The young man nodded slowly.
"Mrs. Merry, what do you think if a horseman gallops fast on his thin horse?" asked Casanova.
"Mmm, maybe the horseman will hurt his butt and feel uncomfortable?"
"Precisely! Then what do you think if the horse was replaced with a fat, fat mare?" asked Casanova again.
"Hahaha, damn it! You're good at seducing, Casanova! Hahahaa..." Merry's mother laughed, and couldn't hold back her excitement anymore.
For some reason, Casanova could always make her more confident, admiring her big fat body. Merry's mother was grateful for being able to meet this handsome young man, who did not mind his body shape and even always praised him.
And then while finishing the meal, Casanova continued to issue his deadly seduction moves, which he mostly quoted from magazines or books he had read.
Merry's mother was embarrassed by him, and now her heart was like being kicked into the sky, soared into the air.
Now and then the middle-aged woman stole glances to look at Casanova's handsome face. She was like a little girl who was staring at strawberry-flavored ice cream on a hot day. Dripping his saliva, can't wait to lick.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Merry, last night I was fired from my job at the restaurant," said Casanova who began to tell about his situation.
"Is that so? Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But, did you make a big mistake?"
"He'em. I have served the wrong food to my guest. And the biggest problem, my guests are Mister Adam and Miss Bianca, Mother Merry."
"Woe!" Merry's mother rolled her eyes, but a second later her mouth burst into laughter. "Hahaha, but you should be grateful for being quite lucky, Casanova. Because Mister Adam didn't get to pull out his gun and shoot you on the spot. You should know, apart from being a politician, Mister Adam also has subordinates scattered all over the city. That said, he is the leader of a vicious mafia gang!"
Casanova who just found out about this suddenly trembled. His face turned pale, thinking of the mafia who were notorious and could kill him at any time.
"But you don't have to worry. Because I know Miss Bianca. So, I can lobby him, and ask for your apology from him."
"Eh, you know Miss Bianca?"
"Yes. We are quite familiar. We are part of a secret social gathering club."
"W-you mean? What Secret Gathering Club?" Casanova's forehead has a question mark on it.
"Never mind, Casanova, that's my business. The most important thing right now I can vouch for it. Miss Bianca will surely forgive you, and you will be fine," said Mrs. Merry with a flirtatious smile. He then piled the dirty plates and collected the spoons and forks on the dining table, making them one.
Casanova immediately stood up to help him.
"Let me help wash it, Mother Merry."
"Oh come on, you don't have to. Washing the dishes is a woman's job. And a man like you should take care of his dignity. Go find a new job. And yes, trim your hair too!"
Merry's mother quickly went to the kitchen carrying a pile of dirty dishes.
Casanova was standing still, then suddenly Mrs. Merry's voice shouted again from the kitchen.
"Casanova, you better go to the barbershop today too to get your hair done! As a man, you should also start paying attention to your appearance!"
"W-well, Mother Merry, I'll do it."
Casanova quickly dragged his feet, but didn't forget to say, "Thank you for the breakfast, Mrs. Merry."
"Yeah, don't think too much about it. Come here again tomorrow morning, I will prepare a delicious breakfast for you."
"Oh of course. You are very generous."
Casanova then returned to his shabby room, quickly and then buried himself into the dusty mattress.
His stomach is full now. And now Casanova was thinking about what he was going to do.
"Hm, it seems that Mrs. Merry's suggestion to go to a barbershop is quite reasonable. Yes, I have to change the appearance to look more presentable. Alright then, I'll give it a try!"
With only the loose change in his pocket, Casanova walked confidently towards the row of shops in the center of town.
The distance from the rented house to the shopping area is not too far, about 30 minutes by foot.
Along the way, he lifted his head and also puffed out his chest. Walk straight like an army about to go to war.
He also greeted everyone who passed him, bowed politely when passing by an older person, took off his brown hat, said good morning, or had a nice day, sir.
In addition, Casanova will also greet beautiful Venetian girls. He winked when he passed them while screaming, "Bella! Bella!"
Casanova waved, deliberately so that his charm ring could be seen by the girls carrying the groceries.
It was a very exciting day for the young man. Because the girls also waved back at Casanova and laughed sheepishly.
"Hey, Bella! Hi, Beautiful Beauty!" Casanova was whistling as if feeling that he was the most handsome man in the world!
Arriving in front of the barbershop intended, Casanova immediately pushed the door, until the bell that hung above the door sounded.
Klinting!
"Welcome to our barbershop, sir. Eh?"