Trapped in Love with Casanova

Saying two sentences of shahadah

ZA group building.

Zifran who had just arrived sat his body in his oversized chair. Since in the unrelenting journey the man thought of the desire of the Mama as good as his heart wanted to marry himself.

"All right, I agree. But on one condition," said Zifran grinning, "Let me introduce my own candidate, how?"

"Mama hold your words. But if in the near future you have not introduced it to us, then ready not ready, inevitably you have to marry with the choice of Mama, how?"

If he remembered the words back, he wanted to feel like he rejected it but foolishly he even agreed to the agreement put forward by the Mama.

Zifran took out a cigarette from his place, then he burned it and sucked it slowly, when his mind was chaotic like this, not infrequently the nicotine object as his impingement.

Tok tok!

The sound of knocking on the door blew away all the current daydreams of Zifran.

Chequek!

The door of Zifran's room opened, featuring a man with a high posture with a face that was no less handsome than the boss.who else if not Arlan the secretary.

Arlan walked over to the table where the CEO was. "Why is my face so tangled? Not yet rationed, huh?" god Arlan While presenting the documents he brought.

"Ck. Lo diem! Don't know what other people are?!" Zifran's jolt was upset.

"Wettss, slow bro don't insist on dong! Here's the same story of tamvan's cross."

Yuck!!

Zifran stared at Arlan who was in front of him. Wanting to feel he vomited at this time also heard the word narcissist from his secretary.

He turned off the rest of the cigarettes that were still burning in his hands, "Gue needs your help" he said with a serious face.

****

On a beach not too far from the capital, Maisya and his two best friends spend time together with all the laughter they create.

Although only with small things, but the three always have their own way to liven up the atmosphere in their friendship. "Well, why don't you try to catch Leon? It's good enough for manas-manasin brother Dion, after all if in see leon was not bad-bad very," said Alya walking on the left side of Maisya.

"Tuh Sya, kasian tuh tuh child from the eleventh grade until now is still chasing lo," continued Andin.

Maisya stared at Andin who was on his right side. "Love cannot be forced. I don't want to keep the relationship because it is forced that the ends even hurt each other. For Leon, I appreciate the effort he made to deketin me, but if to establish a relationship I can not."

Maisya stopped his steps, he looked at his two companions in turn. "Do you both know how love is defined?" Alya and Andin shook their heads simultaneously.

"The definition of love in my opinion is to let go. To allow our loved ones to be happy, even if it is not with us. , because the highest throne in love is to love and let go, even if it is not an easy thing to go through. And to Dion's brother, I thank him very much, because he has taught me how to love me." Maisya stepped away leaving her two best friends to the beach.

Realizing Maisya was starting to move away, Alya and Andin rushed to run after the maisya. "What are your plans going forward if leon shoots you again?" alya asked who had just aligned her steps with Maisya. Same with Andin.

Maisya turned towards the source of the voice, "If that I don't know yet. But if for now I can't, I'm still trying to rearrange my heart. Udah ah, do not need to discuss it again make me to inget aja." Maisya stopped his steps right on the edge of the beach. But what made him stop at that time was an incoming call from someone who was very annoying according to him.

Derttt derttt.

Maisya scrunched her forehead to see the name of the caller on her phone screen.

"Who's He?" ask andin curiously.

"Papa lo?" andin timpal.

"Good day sir! Is there anything I can bother?" said Maisya who menglesetkan his words.

"No need to joke, be kidding. Where's lo cil?" ask someone from there.

"Ck, bummer! I'm on the beach again, why?" answer Maisya sewot.

"There's something important that I have to talk about the same lo" said the man.

****

Maisya had just arrived at a restaurant that was quite luxurious while wailing around looking for someone who was as good as his heart forced him to meet.

"Cil, here!" Shouted that person while waving his hands into the air calling out to someone who was none other than Maisya.

Maisya who felt his name in the call glanced towards the corner of the restaurant that was not too far from the door where he stood. And forget it if he's called 'Bocil'.

Maisya stepped her foot toward someone who called out to her. "There is a spa om kok suddenly told me to come here?" tanyakanya.

"Gue needs some help lo cil, this is between my life and death, you want to help me?" said Zifran by showing his serious face.

"Give me a drink first Om, I'm thirsty this loh can be a real person!" maisya who stroked his front neck several times.

Zifran shook his head several times when he heard Maisya's words just now. Zifran raised his hand into the air calling for a waiters, then ordered a drink according to what Maisya wanted.

Now Zifran's gaze again looked at Maisya who was facing him. "Well, how come you want to help me, right?" ask Zifran again.

Maisya frowned her brow confused, "Help what's Om?"

"Aissh, you little prick. So this is the story....."

Zifran began to tell him everything that was happening to him, starting his matchmaking plan, even to the crazy plan of the Mama who wanted to marry him until a deal broke out between him and the Mama. Maisya who was listening was only speechless occasionally nodded her head upon hearing the story from Zifran.

"So, you mean, you asked me for help to be bo'ongan lo's girlfriend, Om?" Zifran nodded his head, "Ah, that's really lo, om. Oh me!" reject Maisya.

"Pliss.. cil, help me! I promise, did you ask me to come along, would you?"

"Where are you girls?"

"Gue doesn't have a girl."

"Ah, when the crocodile looks like you don't have a boyfriend, not sure me!" maisya said in disbelief.

"Girls are my bedmates a lot and I'm sure I know them. How can you help me?"

Maisya put her index finger next to her right temple like she was thinking about something.

"Lo calm down, this drama will not be forever. By the way, my mother believed in you, and stopped to disturb my life, how?" Zifran displays Majah explaining to Maisya.

"Ok, I hold your talk."

"Deal," Zifran extended his hand.

"Deal." Maisya returned Zifran's hand.