Trapped in Love with Casanova

Caught

Sitting under the night sky decorated with stars and celebrating the moon that momentarily greeted him.

Maisya, the beautiful girl who must feel the pain of a betrayal that makes her fall in a pseudo-love. A love capable of incising the wounds he must now feel.

Crying out? Sure oes. Since then, the tears were held so that no one could see the weakness of his heart. Trying to cover with a stubbornness that does not know until when he is able to.

Since his departure from the cafe, Maisya decided to be alone in a park not too far from the center of the capital.

Beneath the shady tree is a long bench made of wood that is the most comfortable place for Maisya today to enjoy this painful solitude.

The roar of tears unceasingly drenched the beautiful face of Maisya who now looked chaotic because of it.

Every now and then Maisya wiped her tears using the back of her hand. "This is how it feels to not bleed, I didn't think it was so great. It's more painful it's more painful, it hurts no more. Hix..hiks...hiks."

Maisya sings a piece of the Wali song lyrics that represent the contents of his heart at this time.

"Aarrgghhhhh! SIA*LAN LO DIOOON. BASTARD*SEK, BAJI*NGAN, KEPA*RAT LO!!"

His screams revealed all the emotions he had been enduring.

Ah, I don't know. To be honest at that time Maisya also wanted to berate and beat the man to pieces. But in his heart he did not want to do it, because at that time they were in a cafe where he did not want himself to be the center of attention of people around.

"This is the fate of my love, left just right again his dear. Huuuaa....!"

EKHEM !!

Maisya turned his head back when suddenly the sound of decheman greeted his auditory Indra.

"Om pervert!"

"Elo, cil!"

Both are equally surprised.

"Gapain lo malem-malem here alone?"

"Well, what are the malems here too? Just interrupt!"

"Gue guess who was screaming just now kuntilanak again campaign, do not know elo cil."

"Swipe!" the order of Zifran who had just sat next to Maisya.

"What the hell, Om, just came also have been playing sliding!"

Maisya did not accept when Zifran shifted his sitting position.

"Now! Take your snot off, you slovenly girl!" Zifran gives a handkerchief to Maisya.

Srotts! srotts!

Maisya immediately cleaned her nose with a handkerchief given by Zifran.

'There are no girls.'

"Lo's heartbroken again cil?" Zifran turned to look at Maisya's face.

"Kok know?"

"Lo kayak look tuyul nak razia it! Pppff..." Zifran held back his laughter.

"Diem deh Om! Don't worry about it, don't know anyone's heartbroken?!" resounding.

Instantly, Zifran was silent without a sound when he heard the sharp tone of the woman who was beside him.

While Maisya, the beautiful girl re-imagined the incident when in the cafe for a moment her chest felt tight as if squeezed by two large stones ready to destroy it.

And coinciding with that, a glimpse flashed through Maisya's mind to do something she had never tried before as an outlet for the pain in her heart.

"Om, ML with me yuk?" said Maisya staring at the handsome face that was in front of him at this moment.

Yes, no he denied if the man he called 'Om' his face does not look like most Om-Om.

While Zifran, "Ha! Meanin?" tanyanya's confused.

"Making love."

Hearing the word 'Making love' Instantly Zifran laughed out loud while staring at Maisya's face which looked very serious looking at him.

Slowly Zifran raised one hand towards Maisya, "Lo sick? But not hot?" zifran said as he placed his palm on Maisya's forehead.

"Did not lo kesambet the same demit waiting for this tree?" dream again.

Maisya quickly removed Zifran's hand from before him. "Ck, what the hell om! I am still healthy!" skink.

"Lo realized not the same as what you said just now?" zifran asked glanced at Maisya.

"Serious cave! And I know you're not going to refuse, are you?" speak with a sense of maximum PD.

'Confidence once you' inner Zifran.

"But sorry, you're not my type. You know what type I am? While lo?" Zifran took a look at every body of Maisya.

Zifran looked at the silent Maisya in a momentary daydream. Did his words just hurt his heart?

Then Zifran's outstretched hand approached Maisya and scrambled Maisya's long hair,

"Gue know you're a good girl, different from the girls who often sleep with me. So throw that thought away from your shallow brain! Anyway yeah? How could I have a partner son of snot like lo, cil, mende*sah aja sure you can not yet right?" zifran said at length.

"So, do I refuse?" Maisya looked at Zifran who was smiling faintly and nodded looking at him.

"Student learning, throw away your bad thoughts about me, I know lo it's frustrating so you look for an outlet in the same way lo ML I do not? Bocil policy, in breaking it so it has been mewek, even ask for the neither, not anymore."

"Anyone in a break up, if you know who mutusin it I'm not him!" maisya said he did not accept Zifran's statement just now.

"Well, why do you cry while screaming like a possessed person?"

"Gue's heartbroken Om, the person I loved all this time can-can cheat behind me. And what's worse is that he got pregnant with his mistress. Hiks..hiks...hiks!" There was sobbing on the sidelines of his confiding session.

"Keep!"

Maisya also recounted all the events that happened in the cafe to Zifran and for a moment Zifran became loyal to Maisya at this time.

"Now do I know what the reason you were trying to make me love the same lo? Do you want revenge, right with your girlfriend? But not gini also the concept is cil," said Zifran after hearing all the stories Maisya.

"Yes sorry Om, his name is also a heartbroken person, so his mind is deadlocked," Maisya said playing his phone which he had since deactivated.

"It's not your dead-end mind, but your dead-end brain can't be clear-headed!"

Omel Zifran who was annoyed at the girl in front of him at this moment.

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Maisya who just laid her body on her king size mattress, she glanced at the nightstand and saw the clock that now shows at nine o'clock at night.

After his heart calmed down, Maisya said goodbye to Zifran to return home immediately. Let's just say he doesn't know himself, has been accompanied eh..malah go first!

Maisya got out of bed, then she walked to the bathroom to clean herself up.

After finishing cleaning his body, Maisya suddenly remembered his phone which was still in off mode.

"I think tomorrow there will be an impromptu journalist who will interrogate me," he murmured after seeing some chat and missed calls from his two friends.

"Ah, bodo is very good."

Now Maisya switched to looking for a list of contact numbers that he wanted to block from his phone. After finding it, he unceremoniously blocked it.

"Good bye former," he said, smiling cynically.

Then after that he switched again to the number of someone who had accompanied him a moment ago.

^^^Me^^

^^^Hai Om! Thank you very much, Om already want to nemenin me,😊^^^

^^^Me^^

^^^For busy, huh Om?^^^

Long enough Maisya waited for a reply from Zifran, but the waiting did not read it. Finally, Maisya decided to lie on his favorite bed to the fantasy realm of the dream world.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, someone who is currently waiting for a reply to his message is busy pumping his woman and ignore the incoming message notification on his phone to reach the peak of enjoyment he wants.