Trapped in Love with Casanova

Angrier

After a few minutes of travel, Maisya who had just arrived at his house was about to open the car door. But Zifran's rapid movement that blocked his staircase made Maisya stop his intentions.

Maisya looked at her hand held by Zifran, "Thank you very cute, you want to help me."

Zifran let go of his grip as he looked at Maisya's eyes that were pointing towards their hands. "Don't ge'er lo, Om, I did it because you're good with me."

"It's just a cil, if it wasn't for you, I'm sure I wouldn't have believed it! Oiya, I did not expect it turns out you have acting talent as well, so I guess I believe in you rather than me. Thanks very much cil!"

"Either. I've been spitting there, Om's home! I'm gonna take a shower. It's sultry!" banish Maisya without further ado. Maisya opened the door of Zifran's car and stepped out.

"Lo ngusir me cil?!" yells.

"No, but if you feel good. Means I don't need to ngusir lo anymore right Om? That's where I want to go in. Bye!!" maisya said to Zifran.

Dugh!

Maisya closed the door of Zifran's car, he walked away from the car that had just delivered him.

Zifran looked at the woman who had just closed her car door, he was surprised by the attitude of the woman who was not like the women who were often with him. Most of them were so infatuated with him, that even some were willing to give up their bodies willingly. But this time, behold, how dare he drive out a Zifran Alanta whose incident is a Casanova.

It's beyond a doubt.

Zifran was still faithfully staring out the window of his car, staring at Maisya who was slowly disappearing from his sight. "Lo is unique Sya," he murmured softly while smiling faintly.

Then he revived the car he had previously turned off. Zifran drives his car out of Maisya's yard.

****

In a luxury apartment on Xx street, in downtown Jakarta.

Zifran just came out of the room after cleaning his body. He walked away from each step of the stairs while drying his hair using a small towel that he placed on his right shoulder.

He stepped his feet toward the kitchen located not far from his living room, in the same time heard the sound of a bell being pressed from outside.

The Ting.tong....

Ting.tong...

Hearing the sound of the bell ringing repeatedly, Zifran finally undoes his intention to take drinking water.

While someone who was standing in front of the apartment door was grumbling by stomping his feet on the floor, when someone had not yet opened the door for him. He pushed the bell back.

Ting.tong...

Inside the apartment, Zifran was cursing at someone impatient to open the door for him.

"Guests have no morals, so guests are not impatient. Arlan has no adap."

Zifran put his foot in the door. He entered several numbers to open the door using a password code.

Chequek!

The door of his apartment was already open, seen someone standing with his sour face.

"Don't you come here tonight, you're overtime?!" ask Zifran ketus.

Inappropriately Arlan went straight into Zifran's apartment, before Zifran invited him.

"Ah, crazy lo, that's really dong! Do you think I'm a robot who works two jobs at once? Nih, I came here to do the job you live, because I'm sure tomorrow you will not have time. So, I brought it here-" pause "Fran, thirsty!" said thirst.

"Keep!" Zifran sits on the sofa, facing Arlan.

"Here, take a napa, I'm a guest, '" Arlan ordered.

Zifran raised one eyebrow. "Lo think I'm your maid? How much dare you pay? Huh!" zifran Sentak.

shocked to hear the voice of his superior, Arlan raised his hand up, with his finger forming the letter V.

"Hehehe, don't be angry that dong Fran, I'll be scared" he said

"Emang sia*lan lo!" Zifran threw the sofa cushion on his secretary's face.

****

The Flower Darma High School.

As usual, Maisya who just arrived at school was greeted by his two best friends.

they walked together towards their class which was on the second floor.

Arriving in his third class put their bags into his drawer. Maisya and Alya were sitting next to each other, while Andin, he was sitting alone behind the two men.

The three of them chose a seat that was in the last row, he said it was the most strategic place to avoid the killer teachers who targeted them.

Shortly afterwards, the bell rang.

Tettt's! tettt! tettt!

All students enter their classes.

"Eh, secretly. Mr. Joe wants to sit down!" a student has just entered XII class IPA-2.

"Prepare for a gallon of water!" timpal the guy next to Zaki.

"What does one gallon of water make?" asked Maisya with her innocent look.

"Make bathein elo Mae!" reply Zaki a little emotion.

Tap tap tap!

Instantly the room that had been boisterous now turned silent.

"Good morning everyone!" Sapa Pak Joe, one of the Mathematics teachers at Bunga Darma High School.

"For Sir!" reply them simultaneously.

While in Zifran's apartment, the two men who were still asleep in a position to hug each other in front of the TV felt disturbed by the sound of the cellphone one of them was ringing loudly.

Zifran slowly opened his still closed eyes. He fumbled around to find where his cell phone was ringing.

Instantly he immediately rounded his eyes when he saw the name of the caller, after which his eyes were fixed towards the clock that was plastered on the screen of his phone.

"Sh*itt" he said.

"Ar, wake up Ar, we're this bad luck!" Zifran shook Arlan's body.

"Hem, five more minutes." Arlan still closed his eyes.

"Sia*lan,Bang*sat lo!" Zifran began to emotion when the awakened did not respond to him. With a thousand steps he ran up the stairs to his room.

Back to Bunga Darma High School.

After finishing his students one by one, Mr. Joe got up from his seat.

"Well children, as promised yesterday today we do a written repetition, but not in books but directly you do on the board. Close all books related to my material. Understand all!" he shouted firmly.

"Eye sir!"

"Well, let's start, first..." Mr. Joe began to give each of his students one question at a time. There were some who could answer and some who could not answer.

"Maisya Indira's. Do the substitution on the blackboard!" tell Mr. Joe to Maisya.

The Maisya whose name was called immediately rose from his seat, "I sir?" point Maisya to himself.

"Yes! Forward to the front."

Maisya gulped his saliva harshly. Swear by dedemit though, it would be like he cursed the teacher who gave him a task beyond the ability of his brain which is fairly mediocre.

With heavy strides, Maisya walked forward for the sake of the task he carried.

Arriving at the front, Mr. Joe who initially displayed a handsome face that was tempting, immediately turned fierce like a lion staring at its prey.

"Are you ready for what I will give you? ask Joe sir.

"Ready! So please, I accept."

With level over confidence, Maisya took the marker that was in front of his killer teacher.

"Two X plus Y equals 5, equation 1. Three X minus Two Y equals 4, equation 2. It's pretty easy, isn't it?" he said he saw Maisya was busy writing about it.

Maisya stood while bending one of her hands in front of her chest, with one hand holding a marker while tapping the right eye temple. Like someone who thinks hard.

****

In the CEO's office

Since his arrival at the office, Zifran has unceasingly cursed Arlan who was sitting on the sofa of the study while cleaning his handsome face with a wet tissue. So too with himself.

"Sia*lan! Because I'm a hibah'an material office guy, bang*sat!" his nag.

"Well you know that the marker I took was permanent. I didn't say!" arlan said he didn't want to lose.

"Devil lo, yes! Because of my ngajakk I play PS Sampek morning I become bad luck. Plus you scribble my face with pe'a permanent marker! My wonder is the same Lo, high school graduate school can not be differentin which is permanent the same that is not. Do you know what it's like to be in a closet from the lobby to the office? Jesus, what dream am I semalem." Zifran's nagging at length. He patted his head if he remembered the incident that happened to both of them.

The two had just arrived at the parking lot. Zifran just got out of his car, as did Arlan. Zifran who walked first glanced at his employees who were whispering to each other, as well as Arlan. They thought it was common, they were wrong, not a smile because of their handsome faces, but their faces were full of scribbles.

Zifran's face was like a cat with a thick mustache under his nose. While Arlan, the man was like a panda-eyed lion.

Until they entered the elevator, they were surprised to embrace each other to see their faces.

"Lo think you're embarrassed? I too! It's good to have my salahin, who's playing doodles? Elo right? So whose fault is it? Yes elo!" arlan defended himself.

Zifran took back his wet tissue. " "In good luck I ngak bokap, lo imagine if he bersamuk, can die adek me."

Arlan looked at the face of Zifran who was like before. "That's none of my business."

Zifran threw the tissue box at Arlan. "The Arlanjing Foundation."

Yes, that's the behavior between the CEO and his secretary, like a cat and an*jing who always fight if together but miss each other if far apart.