Trapped in Love with Casanova

Needed Chris.

Maisya sat on a chair with a balcony looking up at the dark sky without the moon and stars adorning her like the previous days, just like her current self. Sitting only with the wind blowing, flying every strand of his long hair that was freely scattered.

In his daydream, still clearly remembered about the event earlier. Where he had to accept the harsh reality that the person he loved most actually made a wound in his heart. Lamented again the story of his romance with Zifran which was almost a year long. Everything seemed to evaporate after everything he did for Zifran had to be avenged with back treason.

A sense of regret comes to Maisy when she remembers where she easily gave up her life for someone so breng*sek in the eyes of the world. But alas, all that is only regret that is present at the end of the story.

Many times Maisya wiped away the tears that kept dripping, in fact unable to ease the burden of the heart that he had to feel. Even the feeling of tightness in the chest can not be reduced even if only for a moment. His eyes became puffy as his crying did not stop.

'Amel was pregnant with Zifran's son, and soon Zifran would become a Papa.'

That was the sentence that Maisya remembered and always rang in his mind how he was unable to speak. As if closing his ears, although the man repeatedly explained to him, for Maisya it is useless and will not change anything that Zifran has done.

Slowly his love evaporated along with the pain that had been re-created. And even more pain than her former lover used to make Maisya turn a blind eye when Zifran was beaten by Leon with no intention of separating the two of them. So quickly his love has now turned into deep hatred.

In his sorrow, Maisya closed his eyes so that the pain in his heart would soon pass. But nil, in fact it feels even more squeezed his chest to make it difficult to breathe.

The next morning the girl woke up with her eyes a little damp because all night she was crying over a loser guy like Zifran. The sound of a loud cell phone on the nightstand, Maisya ignored because he knew who connected it since yesterday. He continued to get up and walk towards the bathroom to get ready for school after seeing the clock perched next to the mobile phone had shown at 06:45 WIB.

After she finished wearing a brown uniform, Maisya immediately went down to meet her Papa who was waiting at the dinner table.

"Why is it that lemes are, the usual four-five spirit?" asked Papa Bram who saw Maisya dragging his backpack on the floor.

"Still sleepy, Pa."

"Loh, didn't you sleep fast last night huh? How are you still sleepy?" ask Papa Bram full of questions.

Maisya scratching her nape did not itch. "Em.. last night I stayed up late, because there is a PR that I have not been working on, so sleepy again. Hehehe." This time Maisya lied to her Papa about the truth. He can smile even though his heart is not okay.

"You going with Papa or the Ucup?" Papa Bram put the spoon on the plate.

"Sama Ucup, because I have basketball practice and maybe go home a little late. No pa-pa, right if Maisya leaves with Ucup?" reject Maisya and he makes sure that his Papa doesn't mind.

"Yes already, then Papa left first huh? Muezz." Papa Bram kissed his daughter's forehead, after which it passed.

"Well, Non, is the food here?" asked Bi Nana who had since noticed Maisya not touching her food at all.

"At first no lust, Bi." Without saying goodbye, Maisya followed her Papa who left first.

"The hunt's gone, Cup!" ketus Maisya went straight into the car. Not many questions, Ucup follows Maisya's orders.

'Like Non Maisya again PMS, cold aura," murmured Ucup in the heart. After that drive a car and take Maisya to his school.

Trett...

The sound of the break bell was already reverberating. All students and students of Bunga Darma High School came out from their respective classes, just as two girls were pulling Maisya's hand to take her to the cafeteria.

"Lo both are gone. I take care of the class. I'm not in the mood anywhere" said Maisya hiding his face behind the folds of both hands.

"Try if there's Leon, we can ask for help to nemenin the Mae. Pake the show did not enter all the children," Andin grumbled staring Alya and Maisya alternately.

"Udah, mending you guys hunt away before the bell comes in, I don't pa-pa feet here alone. Some kids don't go to the cafeteria." Without changing its position.

"We go first, all right Lo here," Alya said before leaving.

"Hem."

Long enough Maisya waited for his two friends who never came. Finally he decided to go to the ground floor just breathe fresh air and count to refresh the mind that was too tiring for him all day at this.

Walking alone through the back garden of the school, watching the surrounding ternya many schoolgirls with him was busy dating in a quiet place. There was one behind the school, in the corner and there was also under the tree making him look envious for a moment. However, all that soon he tepis because of something.

Instead of being a mosquito repellent, Maisya walked towards an empty bench under a tree to be alone for a moment from the strange romance story he and Zifran. Just a few steps, suddenly his hand was blocked from behind by someone he had very memorized from the scent of the perfume used.

Maisya's body turned around, looking at the man with a pushy look. "Let go" Maisya's pinta shrieked, pulling out his hand that Zifran had blocked.

The man did not press, immediately pulled Maisya's hand back, bringing Maisya's body into his arms.

"You can't gini'in brother, Sya. brother dear you. I know it's wrong, but brother di and sister can prove it all to you."

"Stop to prove anything to me. Leasin!" Maisya released Zifran's embrace from her body. "For me, our relationship was over by then. So you don't have to bother to explain everything!"

"You're not serious, are you the same as you said earlier, yes? I don't want you to leave my brother. Please maintain this relationship" Zifran pleaded. It was clearly visible from the look of his eyes.

They stood facing each other, staring at each other with hard to decipher gazes. Maisya looked up slightly as Zifran's body was taller than her.

"What should I keep from this relationship, brother?! My love to Lo?! Dear me to elo?! Or eloz the selfish. Hem! You asked me to stay while I defended I couldn't possibly reach!" Maisya crouched down covering her broken cry.

"Lo has created a wall between us that I may have penetrated. And Lo inget, at that time you were the first person to make me smile after Dion screwed me. And this time, it was Elo that was the cause. So, let me step back from your life just like I did to Dion. I assume our story is done here."

His voice softly made Zifran's heart slashed with a dagger scraping right at the heart. He crouched hugging Maisya's body tightly as if he did not want to take it off.

"I'm sorry for your stupidity, my sister. But all of that is beyond my awareness. Brother in the trap. So please don't leave your sister with the mistake that your own sister doubted. Plisss, stay by my side, Shay."

As soon as possible Maisya returned to release their embrace.

"Free Lo berkilah, if all proved Lo has done it same to him. My heart ached and I can't continue this relationship anymore. And this, I'm turning over the necklace you once loved. Thanks for your time so far. I'm willing, I sincerely release elo for Amel. Now we break up and have nothing to do. I'm saying goodbye."

Maisya leaves Zifran after returning Zifran's necklace first. Running with tears that he could not bear anymore.

In place, Zifran was silent grasping the necklace initialed 'M' tightly even ignoring if the nail hurt his own palm.

"Sister wouldn't let him ruin our relationship, Shay. Brother will admit whatever origin can bring your love back to its original place. That's a big brother's promise to you."