Trapped in Love with Casanova

Yazid is sick

Her afternoon...

At the Zifran residence, boisterous with the laughter of children who are busy with their world. There is Zevano who is busy rummaging through his room accompanied by two boys who are none other than Arkan who is the eldest son of Alya and Arlan. Zean is now 9 years old.

The three boys seemed happy with the game they were playing. Zevano took the two to find the toy they wanted in the spacious and besan-sized room because it was a holiday and they often gathered together with their parents at Zifran's house.

In the living room, some adults are so busy with their respective affairs. Yes.make his name is also an adult, many speakers that they discuss even though it is not useful. Including what they discussed this time.

"Eh, Fran, when do you want to catch a baby again? Cook your defeat as I have launched the second time," said Arlan with a smile mocked Zifran who until now still reluctant to have children again. While he is superior because he has got the gift of a pair of children from their marriage a few years ago.

The man who had repented with a hose*kangan was staring cynically at his former secretary.

Not only Arlan, Leon who was there also mocked Zifran by stroking his wife's distended stomach to poke her. Especially now that the two new couples are waiting for their first daughter to be born. And do not ask how Zifran expression that became a laughing stock for the four people. Not without reason Zifran postponed the baby, Zevano was the main reason they stopped him.

Hearing that, it felt like the father of one child wanted to drive them out of his house right then and there. However, the sound of a roar from the direction of the stairs first diverted his attention.

Not only Zifran, but the five adults also turned their heads toward the source of the voice. The curly-haired little boy shouted while holding the thing in his right hand into the air, making the adults hold back laughter as well as shame with what he was carrying.

"PAPA BROO!! Look, Vano can try!!"

Zevano showed an object made of silicone that had ballooned like a balloon on his Papa. Zifran and Maisya could only grimace at the shame of their son who always found the object even though they had stored it in a safe place though.

I swear by anything, I want Zifran to curse his son to be a tadpole again, because this is not the first time the boy has behaved.

Moreover, Maisya who only laughed looked at one by one the person beside him and said, "hehehehehe!"

Embarrassed? It is definitely shameful. And don't ask again his expression this time. If you can choose, it would be like the petite woman auctioned her son at the flea market. There are only his actions that make them shake their heads.

"No child, you're not crazy!" chirp Arlan at Leon in between his laughter while holding his stomach.

Zifran instantly floated his sharp gaze at Arlan. "Silence Lo, bang*sat!" the jolt, "uh, bocil, why did you toy it. Where'd you cil from?" tanya Zifran snatched the sacred object from the hands of Zevano who made the boy jump around like a jumping frog to take back his toy which was taken suddenly by the Papa.

"Balikin toys Vano, Papa bro. That's an inflatable Vano. If Papa bro wants to, nih, Vano there are still many, but not Vano inflatable. Papa blow himself up, "pinta Vano casually, and then thrust a box of Kon*dom that had been opened the seal on Zifran. The man just rounded his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Muuuvaahaha ..."

The laughter of Arlan and Leon grew so much when imagining how the former Casanova blew on the object that always accompanied him before fighting on the bed. I don't know, this time the two are not completely confused with the behavior of the boy they know the absurd.

"Papa, Alkan wants it too, so it's like bang pano."

This time it was Arlan's turn to be made by his son. There was something that the boy asked for. However, Arlan was not his name if he could not give his children an understanding of what children his age could and should not play. After all was safely under control, Arlan and his family immediately say goodbye because they did not want his son to be influenced more crazy. Leon and his wife.

Meanwhile, Zean, as the oldest boy among his siblings just stood on the stairs while hiding the object that had been their toy.

After the departure of the friends, the two Zevano parents lay themselves on the sofa while looking at the two boys who were busy playing with their Tobot toys.

"I think next time if we want the process again mending consultation first deh, sis to the doctor. I don't want our second child to be like you and Vano, to stress me out later" Maisya lamented as she stomped her pulsating nose base.

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"Van, where's your Papa?" ask the woman in her hand who defies the paper bag to give to her two grandchildren after returning home from Bandung, and come here to pick up Zean.

Beside the woman was a man who displayed a silringah look on his two grandchildren busy working on their unfinished tasks. Though the task was already three days ago, but his name was Zevano, want a day, two days or three weeks task though, still looks relaxed without burden. But make no mistake, behind his wayward attitude nauzubillah, and difficult to do the task of his teacher, Zevano was among the bright students in his class. And the clever ranking of many teachers who made a headband because of the absurd answer from the boy.

"Van, let's try to answer a question from Momu huh? One plus one how many tries?" ask the math teacher to give a question to Zevano.

"One, ma'am," the answer was definitely accompanied by a fluffy smile. Making anyone who sees will definitely be fenced off by the first grade elementary school boy.

"Tock one?"

"Yes one, Mom. You see, Vano can't be double, Mom. And Vano's a loyal male candidate."

Huh! What kind of answer is that?

And the woman who became the math teacher could only smile wryly with the behavior of her odd student. There was a strange answer he got from the school owner's son.

Zean and Zevano turned to the central door that bound the living room with the living room where they were.

"In dalem Oma," replied Zevano lazily. Not without reason the boy behaved.

"You why? How can I say Oma's answer."

"Oma's babble is weird. I don't know the habits of Papa. Bang, obviously the same Oma." The boy nudged Zean who was focused on his task. Zevano was too lazy to remember the incident they had just seen because it would worsen his brain work later.

Actually not intentionally. As they passed through the main room, the two accidentally heard a strange sound that made their curiosity so high. And it just so happened that the door was not locked tightly. As a result ... you know yourself how adults behave if both in the room.

Zean scratched his non-itchy nape. "A-anu, Oma, Om Zifran ..."

"Why are you the same?" asked Papa Arya who knitted her brows.

"That's ..."

"Ck! Papa's playing with the horses! It's so hard!" sahut Zevano with sour face. Too long to wait for his brother to make a sound.

"ZIFRANNNN!!!"

A moment later a shrill cry from Mama Sarah and also Papa Arya who knew the carelessness of her son. They were not sincere if both of his innocent grandchildren were to be tarnished at an early age.

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Hi all readers. Thank you for following the story of Zifran and Maisya to the end. After the two bonchaps from Zevano, are you curious about the boy's behavior? If so, leave your comments specifically for Zevano.

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