Trapped in Love with Casanova

Rendang and Sate

"Hi Shay!" greet the man to Maisya.

Maisya turned towards the source of the voice that called out his name.

The deg!

Maisya's heartbeat seemed to stop when his face looked at the face of someone who he had recently been very avoiding. "Sir Dion?" maisya lirih.

"Hi Sya, how are you?" Dion extended his hand.

"Good!" Maisya did not reply to the man's hand, now his gaze was shifted to look at Dion's ring finger which contained a circular ring there.

Then Maisya turned to look at a woman who was right next to Dion. His eyes peeked towards the woman's ring finger. And sure enough, an equally beautiful ring was imprinted on her finger.

"Congratulations, you're finally getting married!" Maisya extended her hand congratulating Dion and Tari.

"Thank you, yes, because you've let Dion marry me," Tari smiled knot.

"The actor is not ashamed. Stamp-nya he can still smile, wonder me, where the veins shy." grumbled Alya. He seemed to be unable to accept what he saw.

Without them noticing from the corner of the cafe, two pairs of eyes were currently watching the five of them.

Andin nudged Alya's arm, "Lo's mouth when you talk in pe'a's melanin!"

Sometimes Andin is surprised by his best friend this one, if you do not know the place and origin of the mangap.

"Oiya, yes, since we met here, come to my wedding reception. You're a VIP guest at our wedding!" Dari gives a wedding invitation to Maisya. Dion who was next to his wife just fell silent without a sound.

"Thank you for the invitation." Maisya smiled accepting the gift of Dance.

"If we go back, then? see you at our reception."

After the departure of Tari and Dion, Maisya and his two best friends sat in the chair they had touched before.

"Ah, crazy you know! If I were elo I would be teasing the actor. And what the hell is this" Alya took the invitation that was in Maisya's hands, "Don't know shame he gave the invitation to elo, but there's no brains!" alya's emotions were stirring.

"Other times, I don't have ot-"

Drap drape drape

Alya's words suddenly came to a halt as the sound of footsteps stopped right beside Maisya. Then he looked to his right side.

Deg deg.

Alya's heart beat so fast as she saw who the man who was now beside her was. The annoyance that had suffered from it was a moment when his eyes looked at the shady face of the man before him.

While the man looked at Alya heard a face that looked confused by the woman's mood that changed as fast as lightning.

"Can we join?" tanya Zifran melted the atmosphere.

"Please p-pak!" alya was nervous.

Zifran and Arlan pulled the chair that was on the table next to him. "So who's cil, your ex?" He placed a chair next to Maisya.

"No need to talk about the ex, sister. As soon as I know!" maisya.

"No need to be sensitive that's why." Zifran glanced at Maisya who pursed his lips.

"That lip asks me to kiss ya?" whispered Zifran to Maisya.

Maisya's reflexes put her lips in, which made both her friends and Arlan hold back their laughter. Likewise with Zifran, the man managed to make the atmosphere warm again.

"Oiya, who among you asked for my secretary's mobile number?" tanya Zifran looked at Alya and Andin alternately.

"Ukhuk.ukhuk..." Suddenly Alya chokes on her own saliva.

The vow! This was the shyest thing he had ever felt.

"Mas!" call Arlan to the waiters.

Waiters came to him. "I can ask you to bring mineral water here no Mas, because my cement is choking" Arlan told the waiters.

The blush!

Instantly a red tinge on Alya's cheek when he heard the words from Arlan who seemed to care about him.

"Lo, don't you think Al?" looks like Maisya's panicked face.

Same with Andin. "Al, seriously, aren't you papa? Your face is so red."

Not long after the waiters came carrying a glass of water on a tray that he brought.

"Thank You!" Arlan receives the glass, and then gives it to Alya. "Nih, drink first let's make it good." Alya immediately drank it up to the toilet

"Thank you!" alya said to Arlan. The man just smiled and nodded.

" what do you want to order?" ask Arlan

"Boba one, lemon tea two," Andin said.

"Please, didn't you both order?" tanya Maisya looked at Zifran and Arlan alternately.

"We are!" reply Arlan. "Yes, that's his order." His ideal.

After taking down all the orders the waiters passed away leaving them behind.

"So how, would you like to ask directly to the person, or through me?" goda Zifran raised his eyebrows while staring at Alya.

***

The cafe parking lot.

Now Maisya and his two best friends are heading towards their respective vehicles.

Both friends had left the cafe, suddenly the car he was driving could not turn on, as a result he was just pacing in front of his car.

Someone not far from the parking lot saw Alya who was standing in front of the car immediately approached the girl. "Can I help you?" ask him to Alya.

Alya looked up at who was talking to her. "Enghh, how are you still here? Didn't you leave with Mr Zifran?" ask Alya formally.

"He came back first. Why car?" ask Arlan.

"No idea I just suddenly broke down, even though the new oil was changed, the gasoline was just filled but suddenly broke down."

Arlan nodded, he knew what was the reason why the car broke down. Slowly Arlan stepped on the front of Alya's car, he opened the front hood and refuted it with a refutation device.

Then he checked one by one the components in the engine. It didn't take long for Arlan to find her.

Deftly he cleans the part that causes it. Once it was enough, he put it back in place.

"Lo cars seem to be rarely serviced, right? It's finished!" he said while wiping sweat by using the back of his hand that was hit by oil spots.

"Try turning the car on!" arlan's orders to Alya.

He immediately started the engine of his car. "Yeah! Car's alive!" Alya cheerful.

Alya walked over to Arlan who was still faithfully standing in his position "Still with his help."

"Together, then excuse me."

Arlan steps up, but before that Alya's voice stops her. "Now, your face is oiled." Alya gives a handkerchief to Arlan.

Arlan stretched out her hand to receive the handkerchief from Alya. "Thank you, I'll go back if I wash it."

Alya smiled looking at the wailing Arlan who was cleaning her face. 'Not to be reversed nor papa kok I sincere.' his mind.

Arlan extended her hand back towards Alya. "Where's your phone?"

"For what?" alya was confused.

"Buruan!" Arlan moved his hand.

"Now!"

Arlan received Alya's phone. "His password?"

"An odd number plus zero" said Alya.

After finishing opening the password, Arlan typed something on the screen of Alya's phone, I don't know what he did there.

"My cell phone is back!" Arlan returned Alya's phone.

"Whose number are you giving me?"

"That's my number." Arlan stepped out of her legs leaving Alya.

"Aaaaaaaaa, I swear to God, what do I try to get her number!" yelled Alya hysterically.