Trapped in Love with Casanova

I am jealous of David Reno

Next morning.

"Do you really want to go to college today? what if you were sapped? Brother doesn't want to see if you're okay? Mending don't have to go in just yet, a day's off isn't it a problem, Yang?"

Zifran continued to persuade Maisya to abandon his intention to go to campus today.

"It can't be dong, brother. I have a course that the Lecturer is a killer for mercy. I almost got the same law as the Lecturer. Not to mention the two sorties that will tell if I do not enter again because the group task paper is in me. I don't want to be the target of their rampage" Maisya explained.

Maisya and her two best friends were studying in the same department, namely Fashion Designer. And their task this time was to design some dresses that their Lecturers asked for. And it was supposed to be given yesterday, but since Maisya was not present, then today the deadline for the return of duties.

"But, Yang-"

"Pocket walk, brother. It's noon!" Maisya patted the shoulder of Zifran who was looking at him.

The man breathed deeply. His wife was stubborn.

"OKAY. You're a bumil baubel."

The car on board Maisya and Zifran came out of the towering brown painted iron fence. Driving at moderate speed through the streets of the capital city as usual as crowded by road users.

Arriving at the campus, Maisya immediately got off the car because it was almost too late. However, before that he brought his face closer to Zifran's face first.

The cup!

One brief kiss landed on her husband's lips, and gave him a little lumatann.

"I'm going in first, brother. Don't drive around with the car." Maisya closed the car door.

Meanwhile, Zifran was still languishing on the spot while fingering his lips which were in Maisya's kiss.

"My wife is getting aggressive. Hihihi..."

Zifran giggles knowing that his wife is so aggressive these days. Is it a pregnancy hormone effect or what?

I don't know. Most importantly, he enjoys it all.

After confirming that Maisya had entered the building, Zifran resumed his journey to the group's ZA office.

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"Yahoooo!!! Seriously Lo, Yes! You're not kidding, are you? Al, let's be young Aunty. Aaaaa.. congratulations yes, dear Maisya."

With happiness, Andin bent tightly Maisya who had just told her pregnancy to her two best friends. The warm welcome from his two best friends was so Maisya felt. Especially with the attitude of the two who were previously angry changed 180°.

"So this is why you didn't come in yesterday? You can't really tell us. If Lo says for sure I'm the same Andin will nemenin Lo. Isn't it Din?"

Andin nodded confirming Alya's words.

After leaving the lecturer's room, the three chose to rest in a park in the campus area. Under a shady tree, Maisya sat in the tenga, next to her two best friends.

"Hehehehe. ya sorry, because the crotch of his seneng I forgot."

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Now the pregnancy has entered the third trimester. That means the age of Maisya content has stepped on 9 months. In the period of pregnancy that Maisya lived seemed mediocre. There is no word nausea, or cravings like most pregnant women in general.

Weirdo? But that's what happened to him.

But not for Zifran. The man felt it all. Starting from morning sickness, cravings, even mood changes occur to him.

All that changed about a week after learning that Maisya was pregnant with the fruit of their love. And now, all those changes felt excruciating to Zifran. As it is now.

Hueek!

Hueek!

Hueek!

Zifran re-water the sink, and wash the face repeatedly. I don't know how many times he pulled out the contents of his stomach that had been turbulent since this morning wanted to be vomited.

"This is a great torture for my son. Not yet born has made me feel good," he lamented, then rubbed his mouth with tissue.

It's been almost 15 minutes Zifran was in the bathroom. There was no sign of the man wanting to leave.

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"Still nauseous?" Zifran. "Mending doesn't have to go to the office first, brother. That's the face of brother where shoots again. Mending us to the hospital, huh?" She covered Zifran who was lying on the bed.

Maisya who initially wanted to wake Zifran because it was almost 07 hours past. However, he actually got Zifran crouching, leaning his body beside the bathroom door. His pale face made Maisya so worried about him. Moreover, for almost three months her husband was always nauseous and reduced appetite makes Zifran's body look a little thin.

In contrast to the body of Maisya that is increasingly contained and looks so sexy with a bulging stomach and breasts that are increasingly densely filled.

"You don't worry about it, sister doesn't pa-pa. Soon it will also subside his nausea."

Maisya. "Well, if you eat first, right? I made you a favorite level 10 spicy fried rice, Brother."

Take the tray that was on the table that he had brought. Very painstakingly feed Zifran. The woman seemed to enjoy her role as a wife especially during pregnancy like this. And after her college break, Maisya made the most of her time in serving Zifran and also learned a lot about how to care for their baby.

After Zifran finished with his office suit, the man approached Maisya who was in the back tan watering a long-grown plant, but there was no sign of life there.

Sometimes astonished, pregnant one there is no fatigue. Saka is done. Starting from preparing their breakfast, cleaning the room, even to watering the flowers he did.

There was a gardener who paid for it. But still Maisya insisted on doing it.

"No pa-pa brother. This is even good for pregnant women. Mama said, pregnant people are not mostly sitting or lying down. The more we move, the healthier our babies are. Moreover, I want to be born normally, so it must be a lot of motion in order to have enough energy. That's what Mama said," explained Maisya. He put down the hose, then turned it off.

"Yes if that's what you want. But remember, do not be too forced, if tired of rest huh? I'll go first."

The cup!

Muuaac!

After kissing Maisya's cheeks and lips, Zifran stepped away from the garden area. Maisya smiled looking at Zifran's departure.

The man's attitude never changed for him. This was the reason why he loved his man even more.

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In the CEO's room, Zifran has just finished his job, which is assisted by Arlan, because in the next few days it is likely that he will have to work alone while looking for a replacement secretary Arlan. Because after marriage, Arlan will take care of his father-in-law's company.

"Where are the wedding preparations, lo? It's done?" zifran asked to open the cigarette box, then tucked it between his fingers.

"Yet. I'm dizzy thinking about that. Where Ambu and Abah are very complicated. Not to mention Alya asked for his invitation in more. Dizziness my head, Fran. Lo also even diem aja, instead of helping me cake, what cake. Basic useless Lo so temen."

Zifran breathed cigarette smoke into Arlan's face. "Lo inget, isn't my marriage impromptu because of the flea kupret it? Which I understand, ******!" mean it.

"Just starting today, you should focus on your wedding. I also told Bokap about this and he gave me a decision that I could argue. So, Lo must enjoy Lo's work in the future. Ahhaha..."

It was very satisfied that Zifran laughed at Arlan who seemed frustrated with the new job that awaited him. Although he refused, he still could not do anything when dealing with Alya.

"Damn it, Lo Fran!" The man throws a box of cigarettes at Zifran, but Zifran immediately catches it.

"Well, I'm going to pull it out, it's late afternoon. Kasian later bumil later nungnya. Congratulations on your new job. Hopefully not bald that's the top head. It's not funny that Lo's head is bald. Hahahaha, ," ledek Zifran laughed with his perverted thoughts.

As Zifran walked out of his room, his steps came to a halt as the ringing of the cell phone rang out from the pocket of the suit.

Zifran was astonished. "Papa Bram? Tumben telfon," he murmured as he walked outwards.

"Hello, Pa." Zifran put his phone in his ear.

"You're still in the office?"

"Yes. This just came out of my room. What's up, pa?"

"There's nothing. You're the same Maisya has not played a place for a long time, Papa. So, Papa invited you to dinner at home, how could you not?"

"It could be, Pa. But you tonight?"

"Yes that. Cook the nunggu Maisya lahiran. Strange you."

"Hehehe."

"Hem."

After the call ended, Zifran immediately drove his car out of the basement. The slightly cloudy afternoon atmosphere made the air feel cold. Zifran drove his car at high speed because the road seemed so stretchable by the riders.

Not to forget he stopped at the supermarket for a while to buy pregnant milk for his wife. Because he knew that the stock in the house was almost gone. After choosing, Zifran immediately paid his purchase at the cashier.

Then continue his journey.

Only 2 km from the supermarket, Zifran car into the yard of the house that looks so quiet. Carrying groceries and approaching his wife who stood at the door to welcome his return.

"Hi son, Papa? You're not fussy, are you in Mama's stomach?" The man leaned over, rubbed, then kissed Maisya's stomach in turn.

"No dong, Pa. I'm Mama and Papa's good son" Maisya replied, imitating the voice of a child.

"Yeah, Yang. Papa was on the phone, we are told to go to Papa's house now" Zifran told Maisya.

"Kok Papa didn't tell me anyway? What time is the phone?"

"So before I came home. Yeah, I'm ready, I'm afraid of the night rush."

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"So seriously Papa wants to get married again?" ask Maisya to make sure.

Papa Bram nodded quickly. "Yes seriously dong, Aya. Papa lied to you anyway? How anyway? Do you agree or not if you get married again?"

"Yes.I agree anyway. As long as you are happy, I am happy too. No, brother." Zifran nodded.

"We as children, just want to see Papa happy. Whatever Papa's choice, me and Maisya will definitely support him."

They both put a spoon in their mouths.

"What woman made Papa change his mind to get married again?"

"Is. Papa wanted to know the two of you, but since he still has a job abroad, so Papa said. But soon Papa will know you, Shay. What is certain is that she is beautiful, tall, and you also have difficulty knowing her," explained Papa Bram at length.

From Papa Bram's story, Zifran and Maisya knitted their eyebrows together when they heard the last sentence.

'We know him?' the two looked at each other.