Trapped in Love with Casanova

Wrong thought led to struggle

A tall man had just got out of a car that had just been parked in the school area. The man walked with authoritative firm steps made the mothers who saw him so fascinated by the good looks he had.

Zifran, a man who is now even 34 years old, still looks handsome and handsome even though he is no longer young. Gets nicknamed as a hot Daddy from the mother-mak who is in her son's school.

As usual, this afternoon Zifran picked up his son in the middle of his busy life as CEO at the group's ZA company. Zifran continued walking with a smile that never faded from his handsome face when the mothers greeted or teased him.

Yes, that's Zifran. Although it already has a tail, but its charm never fades and even more.

"Should Mr Zifran come?" ask one of the parents who happened to cross paths with Zifran in the school yard.

"Yes, ma'am" the man replied kindly.

"I'm ahead, sir, because it hasn't been cleaned up at home."

"Please, Mom. I also hurriedly feared my son was raging. Because if he is already raging, it could endanger my safety later. Hehehe."

The mother who took her child also laughed at the hearing of the guyonan from the school owner. While others look arrogant and reluctant to blend in, the father of one child does not hesitate to show his behavior that there is no jaim-jaimnya with anyone.

"Hi, Papa, bro!" shouted the 6-year-old boy while running towards Zifran.

"Hey, baby, bro don't run around falling!"

After the mother's departure, Zifran approached his son.

"Papa bro why pretentious spread the charm of the same mothers. Later Vano Aduin to Mama new tau tau tasa," Zevano's nagging folded both hands in front of the chest like an angry person.

"Ck. Bocil kang ngadu! What do you think my taste is low?! I don't see that lust if the one at home is more promising. Let's go home before the big madam gives us an extra assignment."

Zifran rudely pulled Zevano's hand and of course the boy was getting more and more annoyed at his immoral Papa. Her small body had to be forced to equalize the footsteps of an adult who was twice as much as her.

"Yuu .... It looks pretty fierce if the same child. But the same turn Mama bro, Papa bro is nothing. Nyesel I got Papa kayak Papa bro. You wimps!" zevano's circus made Zifran pause for a moment and stare cynically at him.

It turns out that behind the age of Zevano who was a child, the boy was quite critical and clever when it comes to cornering his Papa. Moreover, he knew that the Papa was so weak if he had faced his mother.

"If you want to be Papa's son, who do you want to be? Child passers-by?"

"Yes at least be the son of Arlan. Gini-gini I also want to be sane like the Arkan," Zevano chirped innocently and left him just like that.

Meanwhile, Zifran could only gawk at the words of his son just now. Maybe the boy said he was becoming his son.

The world is turned upside down where a parent like himself has to be abused by his own son.

"Pa, where's Arkan?" asked Zevano while glancing sideways.

"Where does Papa know."

"Ouch! I think the boy missed Papa bro," Zevano panicked as he patted his eel while forgetting the boy named Arkan who is the eldest son of Arlan and Alya. The boy, who is now five years old, also attends a school with Zevano in the same neighborhood but at different levels.

Zevano ran back where he left his friend and was followed by Zifran who laughed at the panic of the boy.

"Bas a boy, but a boy, while he himself was a boy." Zifran shook his head repeatedly.

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Zevanos, the boy, who is usually called Vano, just got out of the car after earlier driving Arkan home because their house was next to each other and immediately shouted to his mother who is currently busy preparing the food.

"FUCKOO!!! YUHU MAMA, ZEVANO IS HOME!!"

"Eh, bocil, you can't have to shout like that! It's a house, not a garden that can be as you please scream Tarzan's kayak! Sometimes I wonder the feeling of the process time was not bar-bar very. Why did it go this way!"

"MAMA BRO, PLEASE VANO! THERE'S A FURRY WOLF CAT WHO WANTS TO BITE VANO'S BUTT, MA!"

"Eh, diem you!"

"MAMA-!!" zevano's shout grew stronger as his Papa smothered his mouth. And soon after, Vano ran away after successfully biting his Papa's hand towards the kitchen where he could find his Mama there.

"Bocil bro, why run, baby? What will it fall like?" said Maisya who now looks more mature at the age of 26 years.

"Papa bro nasty, Mama bro. Cook Vano's mouth smothering Papa's hand. Where her hands smell of women's perfume again," Vano pitched.

"Ah, cook anyway?!" sahut Maisya with meaningful expression.

"Yes, Mama bro. Last time Vano picked up, Vano saw himself if Papa bro again chat with Mama Temen Vano to Arkan, Vano stayed because Papa later picked him up."

Innocent, the boy had already made a spark between his parents.

Vano held back his laughter as he imagined how his Papa's face would be in the face of the rampage of the Grand Mistress.

PLOTS UP!!

"Basic ngibul! You think Mama's gonna believe the same thing you said, Van. You bad boy. A child makes people noisier. If big wants to be what are you?"

Maisya grumbled at her grimacing son feeling pain in part of his head after getting a jolt in the forehead.

"Sick, bro? Share the pain dong! Haha."

Zifran taunts Vano and leaves with a snack taken from the table in front of Vano. And all that nosy attitude hasn't changed.

It turns out that since Vano's beginning in the kitchen, Zifran was there too. Lean against the wall and watch all the motions of his naughty son to deceive his wife.

"Hwelp .... Mama bro, Papa's bad bro!!"

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"Mama bro, that was the time at school, Vano learned about the ideals of tau, Ma," said Vano who poured his body between his parents.

"Keep," said Zifran who plays his wife's hair.

"Vano asked the teacher about his ideals, Vano."

"Keep, Vano answered what?" asked Maisya who began to worry with the answer of his prodigy.

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"Yes, Vano told me that Vano wanted to be a crocodile."

"Cock being a crocodile?!"

Maisya and Zifran looked at each other.

"Yes. Vano wants to be a crocodile like Papa bro. Good, right," said Zevano proudly.

Maisya and Zifran patted their respective eels. Inexhaustible with the ideals of his son who wants to become a land crocodile at his age.

"Gue hope, my son does not become a crocodile like his father," muttered Maisya grimaced looking at his husband's face.