Love Mr. Casanova

The Maaba Girl

🍄 Morning has arrived . . .

The handsome Ivander is preparing himself to carry out Ospek this year. As Arga's successor last year, he now serves as deputy chairman of the Ospek committee.

Ivander stands facing hundreds of Maba who already wear the Ospek attribute. With a fierce face, Ivander stared intently at the whole Maba who seemed to start goosebumps.

Ivander's sharp gaze, like a tiger's gaze locking onto its prey. If he is caught off guard, he will be mercilessly snarled.

"Gruesome!" muttered one of the Maba who hoped not to let their eyes meet. "May my head be finished!" he continued to imagine further.

"Shhh!" chirp Maba beside him who warned the girl not to mutter recklessly.

"Hem!" answer the girl.

Uh, looks like that wavy brown-haired big sister is her boyfriend? nempel continues to be the same tiger! what not to be afraid in a round swallow - round.

The Maba girl gulped her saliva very hard.

The atmosphere of Ospek participants was quiet again. Only the voices of the older sisters who took turns to speak loudly and firmly.

After the various activities Ospek is over. Currently all the Ospe participants are taking a break during the day. All participants can only finish their lunch in the field.

And only the Ospek committee can step aside into the corridor. I don't know what the purpose is. But that's the series of Ospek activities this year.

After finishing her lunch, Ivander stood on the edge of the corridor. Staring at all Ospek participants who looked still fun to eat while getting acquainted with other Maba.

Ivander stood firm with a sheet of paper containing the names of all Maba participants in his hand.

After quite satisfied looking at the Maba who should be the same age as him, he turned his body about to return to the committee room.

Bruk!

A participant of the storm Maba who was running, hit him hard.

"Sorry brother! sorry brother! sorry brother! I can't stand it!" said the girl lowered her head in without daring to see who she hit.

"Where are you going?" ask Ivander coldly.

Recognizing the voice of who he hit, the girl froze. I think he just wants to die this time.

"To the toilet, brother." she replied later stuttering.

Ivander looked around who appeared to be no other committee but himself. And there's no Maba around.

"Go!" answer Ivander casually.

Spontaneous lucky girl looked up with a widened smile.

"Thank you, brother!" he said as he ran past Ivander who was staring at him.

Instead of leaving, Ivander was there. He leaned his back on that big concrete pole. Staring straight ahead that showed a Mading.

Tap tap tap!

The sound of the footsteps of the shoes from the direction of the toilet sounded in his ears. Ivander didn't budge.

"Excuse me!" said the girl was going to pass Ivander.

"Stop!" ivander.

Spontaneous footsteps of the girl came to a halt. His body was frozen, his eyes were rounded, portraying fear.

Die me!

Inner the girl.

Slowly the girl turned to Ivander who was still leaning against the concrete pole. Doubt overtook his body. Ivander's eyes were not on him, but his cold countenance looked like he wanted to chew himself alive.

"What's wrong, brother?" ask the girl fear - fear.

Ivander turned to the girl in the white school uniform with long sleeves and a navy-striped half-thigh skirt.

"Where are you from?" ask Ivander.

"London, brother!" answer the girl.

Ivander frowned, staring at the girl from head to toe. And back up and stop at the chest.

Looking at Ivander who was staring at his chest for quite a while, the girl spontaneously covered his chest with both hands.

Instead of being afraid, Ivander smiled cynically. A mysterious look at the girl.

"Little? I hope you don't embarrass London!" whispered Ivander as he passed the girl.

Instantly the 170 cm tall girl opened her mouth wide. Didn't expect his older brother would mock his small chest.

"Hey, dear brother builder!" the girl shouted to stop Ivander's ledge.

Ivander stopped, but he did not turn his head towards the girl. His gaze remained straight ahead.

The blond girl walked up to Ivander and stood firmly in front of Ivander with a fearless look at Ivander.

"Hi dear brother builder! it is appropriate as if the vice chairman of Ospek said something indecent to the Ospek participants!" hardik the girl was fiery. "What a small chest humiliates the city of London!" the girl shouted right in front of Ivander's face.

Ivander frowned staring in wonder at the girl.

"I can report what you said!"

"Reporting?" ivander asked, "report to whom? today my highest position is here! small!" ivander continued with a cynical smile. Then back stepped leaving the confused girl must how to threaten her.

"Observe you! sister builder sucks, handsome ass! cool snobs! smartass! and another pretentious ass!" the girl muttered her legs irritatedly, but she was still heard by Ivander.

"Go back to your ranks! if it's too late I'll punish you for running the field as much as you waste time swearing at me!" ivander said without looking at the girl.

"Yeah!" the girl rounded her mouth and immediately ran towards the field with a restraint of annoyance. He re-joined his team with pursed lips.

Just watch out for you perverted builder!

Grumpily the girl inwardly stared at Ivander who was in the corridor.The man was preparing something for his next activity.

The girl lowered her head, looking at her chest which did look small, even almost flat.

What should it be as big as?

Say it in the heart.

The girl daydreamed looking at his chest, until she was not aware that everyone was in a ready position in the middle of the field. While he was still sitting cross-legged on the edge.

"Little hey!" said someone standing in front of him.

The girl saw a pair of feet wrapped in expensive shoes. Slowly looking up, want to know who the owner of the foot is. Until their eyes finally meet.

The deg!

Pervert builder!

Bump the girl in her little heart.

"Everything's ready, and you're still relaxed - relax here. Is your ass sticky!" hardik Ivander's.

"Well!" the poor girl saw that everything was lined up neatly in the middle of the field. "Sorry brother!" he said while standing.

"The third count hasn't been in line, around the corridor 5 times!" ivander said firmly.

"Hhhh!" the girl rounded her lips. "Basic bawdy!" he looked soft while running to the middle of the field. Gathered with his friends who have been mentored by friends Ivander other.

Ivander himself this time stood behind the line. Ensuring that Ospek participants are not involved.

Ivander looked at the data of the Osek participants. And find the name of the girl who just got late. Until he finally found the girl's name.

Faculty of Fine Arts and Design!

Ivander read in his heart the study program the girl took.

He said he was from London. But the school is not in London.

Ivander stared at the back of the real girl from the start already attracting his attention.

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Uh, uh, uh! brother reader, do not mind if this novel continues until the story of the child? heheh 🙏😁

Happy reading 🌹🌹🌹