Trapped in Love with Casanova
Surprised
After finishing his affairs, Zifran and Arlan return to the office to finish their tasks that had been neglected because of the absolute order of the elder to attend the meeting of the Donors, namely Papa Arya.
Upon arrival at the office they both enter their respective rooms to rest their bodies that were crushed due to the events that befell them because of the actions of the two High School boys who accidentally hit them.
While elsewhere.
"What!!" pekik Alya was shocked.
"Serius lo Sya! No lie, right? Oh my God, Al, help me, I'm gonna pass out, Al."
Alya swiftly held Andin's hand so that he did not fall backward. Really the news they just heard made their blood flow seem to stop at that time when they also knew the fact that the person who had been talking about his best friend was the son of the owner of Bunga Darma High School. Where they studied.
'Oh NO!!!' inwardly both
"No need to be alone, I'm used to it."
"Hopefully have a child!" andin.
"Die the taste of people because they have not been able to move on!" tymphal Alya.
****
The beautiful bluish sky is now turned into orange indicates the twilight began to greet the world with its beauty.
Under the twilight sky Maisya enjoys his free time from the top of his bedroom balcony while strumming his favorite guitar strings by singing his favorite band Drive 'Together Stars' song'.
...The night is changing, now,...
...Closing a tired heart....
...Where are you...
...I don't know where....
...we've been through it all,...
...The cry of laughter...
...Now just a string of words,...
...That's all I got....
...Sleep good night...
...Forget about me...
...Dreams in your sleep...
...With stars....
...I really can't...
...Take time without you...
...Farewell is not sorrow...
...Even if it has to be a wound....
...🎶🎶🎶...
Lyric after lyric Maisya sang the song wholeheartedly, to the point that without feeling the tears that had been piling up in the eye now slowly began to pour down his cheeks.
Slowly Maisya closed his eyes trying to absorb every part of the song he brought felt like his love story that had ended some time ago. Maisya opened her eyes and wiped away the remaining traces of tears still on her face.
Is this a coincidence?
Shortly thereafter, a mobile phone ringing not far from him. Seeing the name of the caller Maisya immediately picked up the phone.
"Good malem om, is there anything I can slam?" he said with a thin smile.
"No, you slam noh door lo room, cil," replied Zifran.
"Then do you have a plan?" continued.
"No. Why why?" ask Maisya.
"Tomorrow I'll pick you up at eight, I'd like to see you."
"That's it, okay!"
While across there.
"How, does he want to?" asked a middle-aged woman very enthusiastically.
****
The Samudera family residence.
"Om, what's the cooking?" Maisya thrust a pot containing rice inside.
"Well, how do I know!" zifran ngegas.
"Ck, this is how dong I don't know how to cook porridge like?!"
"What else am I. But, wait, try to open our gogel ma'am see how it works," said Zifran provide a solution.
"Brain tumben lo bener, um."
Zifran who was not far from Maisya looked at the girl with his upset face. "Ck, you little luknat."
Maisya who realized that laughed in satisfaction, "Wleek!" then he stuck out his tongue mocking Zifran.
Maisya picks up her phone, then searches for the app she needs. After that he looked for a tutorial on how to make porridge. Maisya also began to do step by step in accordance with the directions listed on the screen of his phone.
It is clear that the first clean kitchen now looks like a broken ship, all the equipment in the kitchen is no longer in place.
Maisya tried to make porridge but always failed. It turns out that the existence of the lottery can not help him at all.
On the other hand Zifran was laughing giggling at Maisya's frustrated face that almost cried because of her mother's request.
Feeling unbearable Zifran approached towards Maisya, "Take another pot, this is already a charred can not be made again." The girl walked up to pick up what Zifran had asked for.
"Well, can you cook?" Maisya gave her pancakes.
"Gue will learn, not like you just so late."
Zifran began to wash the rice, possibly putting the pot on a stove that had been lit.
While waiting for the porridge to ripen, Zifran prepared some ingredients that he used as his companion.
'Just have a companion, cook me lose anyway.' chirped in the heart.
It didn't take hours finally the porridge they were waiting for was ripe. Zifran poured the porridge slowly into his bowl. Then he sprinkled fried onions and chunks of chives, not forgetting he gave pieces of chicken and eggs as a complement.
"Yetoo!! The cooking of chef Zifran is done!"
Maisya who saw it was getting closer to Zifran, "Wahhhhh, exactly the same as the one in closed! Great lo Om!" he said while giving a thumbs up to Zifran.
***
"Anak Ma?" ask Zifran.
Mom Sarah nodded. "Who made it?"
"Tuh the bo-, Maisya!" Zifran rectified his words quickly.
As long as Zifran and Maisya are in the Ocean environment, inevitably the two must change their respective calls so that no one is suspicious of them.
Mama Sarah alternately looked at Maisya, then her hand stretched out to caress her long mane. "Just a little less salt, but Auntie thanks a lot of you already want to make Aunt porridge."
"Tan Samama."
After several years since the departure of the mother, now the heart of Maisya again feel the warmth of a mother through a woman who is now in front of him.
A drop of clear liquid fell on his cheeks. With a quick movement Maisya wiped the trail of tears from its place.
Zifran and Mama Sarah who saw what Maisya did asked each other in their hearts.
"Why are you crying, son?" ask Mama Sarah to be curious.
"There's no Tan, Maisya's just the same mother." Maisya displayed a forced smile.
"Where is your mom?"
"My mother died a long time ago Tan, about 7 years ago."
Listening to that made Mama Sarah's maternal soul reappear after several years of meditation.
The middle-aged woman clasped Maisya's body, giving a gentle swab on her back. "If you don't mind, you can think of Aunt as your own Mama," Seemed a clear sincerity on her face.
Maisya smiled and listened to the words of the woman in front of him. "Thank you Auntie."
Zifran who saw the scene before him unconsciously pulled the line of his lips to form a beautiful arch for anyone who stared.
