Trapped in Love with Casanova

Soon the wound will heal

Tonight the atmosphere is so festive in one of the luxury hotels in South Jakarta, owned by one of the companies under the auspices of ZA group. The hotel ballroom is transformed into a beautiful and stunning place with striking peach and gold decorations and flowers lining the road to the ballroom door and every corner of the room.

On a stage that is so lively and luxurious, the MC stands before many Iranians who attended the engagement event of the hotel owner with the son of a famous businessman in his city. And he's the sole heir to the ZA group.

The boisterous sound of applause from the invited guests added to the event more lively when the MC began to open the first session, namely the word welcome.

Unlike the others, some people around seem ordinary with the event that feels so nauseating to see.

Leon. The man who stood in the middle of the sea of humans was annoyed with the older brother who invited him and made him trapped like a chick who could do nothing while in the crowd.

"Why did you bring me here? It doesn't really matter what kind of event it is. I'm wasting my time!" he folded both hands over his chest.

"Kan sari earlier I've said the same Lo make me to the engagement event of the person I like. You pretend to be my girlfriend, right? Pliss...." The woman cupped both hands.

"So that means, I lean Lo?! Ah.. lo crazy, sia*lan. Tau gini mending me ngajak play the Mae streets that are definitely useful." When the girl's heart is broken, she wants to be the person she always wants to be without even a unwanted presence.

"Yeah, Yon, I ask for help. I just want someone who has left me. I want him to be satisfied. Anyway, the time You want someone else than Lo's own brother," he continued.

"Not that I don't want to help Lo, but don't tell me to be Lo's fake girlfriend. Shame I'm the same makeup elo like this," said Leon pointed to his brother's makeup from top to bottom.

"Please! Don't hold me down" the man continued away from his older brother, who was visibly upset over his annoying attitude.

Long enough they argue with each other, event after event passed until it arrived at the most awaited event, the ring exchange event.

All the guests in the room cheered, applauded . It looks like a woman is displaying a happy face when what she is waiting for will finally materialize. With a beautiful kebaya light blue with brocade accents make it look stunningly beautiful.

Likewise with men who wear army green batik clothes, in line with the familiar fabric of his partner walking up the stage with his face bent sour without expression. Flat face, a smile was reluctant to rise from his thin lips.

The look in his eyes looked so sharp, full of hatred towards the woman standing before him without the slightest guilt.

Zifran's body was stunned when the MC asked him to pair the ring. With a lazy movement while sighing heavily, slowly insert the ring into the ring finger of the smiling woman looking at him.

After that, the MC asked Amel to attach the ring to Zifran's ring finger.

"Finally Lo is all mine, Fran," said Amel smiling happily.

"Don't expect Lo to get what you want because that's never possible. I'm just in love with Maisya, understand Lo!" sahut Zifran ketus without further ado.

The sound of clapping was heard filling the hotel ballroom. All pairs of eyes watched Zifran get off the stage in a hurry. It felt like he was reluctant to linger there when his heart was not fine.

"Congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Zifran." A man who is a working relationship strengthens congratulations to Zifran.

"Thank you, Sir. But you better save the greeting for someone else," Zifran replied with a cold face regardless of the call of Amel who kept calling him.

"Hey, man, what's wrong with your face? Aren't you enjoying your special day right now? By the way, it is also great that Mr. Zifran impregnates his beautiful woman. I guess Mr Zifran always plays safe with any woman?" whispered the man at the end of his sentence. After just joining.

After Zifran's departure, the man smiled cynically with a mocking look as Zifran was lost in the crowd.

Bugh

Bugh

Bugh.

The sound of someone punching his opponent as soon as it sounded made the atmosphere of the night turn instantly into a battle arena.

"Based on the waji man*ngan you! What did you do to my daughter, huh!"

Bugh!

A crushing blow landed back on Zifran's cheek without the slightest hint of him replying. Zifran let the middle-aged man continue to do whatever he wanted.

"Come on my opponent! Don't be such a loser. You dare hurt my daughter, face me! I won't let the breng*sek and baji*ngan men like you live happily on top of my daughter's destruction!" maki Papa Bram loudly.

The man continued to beat up Zifran with passionate emotions.

"Sir, please stop this. Please don't embarrass my family in front of our guests, sir. All of this we can talk about carefully," said Papa Arya who broke up the fight that occurred.

"Please forgive all the mistakes Zifran has made against Mr. Bram's daughter. I know that my son hurt Maisya, but that's why." Mama Sarah also broke up a commotion that invited the attention of all invited guests.

Mama Sarah helped Zifran rise from a prone position. The man wiped the corner of his bloody lips.

"On this occasion, I felt like I had failed to be a man who looked after his daughter and gave her the freedom to determine her happiness after I gave her permission to be happy because I realized that I could not make her happy. But what did I get? You even hurt him in this way?! Where's all the words you've ever said, honorable Zifran Alanta!" snapped Papa Bram pressed each word at the end of the sentence.

Forgetting everything spoken from both of Zifran's parents.

A father's heart will be broken when his beloved daughter weeps at all the regrets she has made. All that he knew after accidentally listening to all the expressions of Maisya's heart without active silencers in his room. And that's where the destruction of a Brama Kumbara.

"And you!" Papa Bram pointed at Zifran's parents, "you should be grateful I didn't imprison your loser son. She has taken what is my daughter's future and she is easily happy while Maisya has to be hurt for what she did. I hope she's the last victim and not the woman who's the victim of your son's lust!" firmly the man.

"And you! After this don't expect you to see my daughter again. Until death I will not let you meet Maisya. Remember that!"

Zifran was just riveted hearing everything. His tomb could not say a word to defend itself in front of all the pairs of eyes that were staring at them and whispering to each other even though he heard it.

"And I won't let you meet Maisya anywhere. As I promised, I'll take Maisya away from Lo's life. And you won't be able to call Maisya from me. So. congratulations Lo enjoy the hell that Lo created himself. And for Maisya, thank you for letting him go without me asking." Leon gave a sharp, grinning look towards Zifran after warning the man of his Speech some time ago.

With a definite step, Zifran brought his body closer to Leon's side and whispered. "Until anytime I will not let go of Maisya even if he asks. I'm gonna call what's mine, okay!"