Trapped in Love with Casanova

My jealousy is unreasonable???

Upon the arrival of Maisya at home he immediately laid his body on a Queen size mattress followed by Andin who also laid his body beside Maisya.

"Eh, where the hell is Alya not nyampe as well when this is almost half an hour already?" Maisya tilted her body facing Andin.

Andin realized that it was also tilting his body, "Try lo call him, I'm afraid he's why the problem is if bring the car rada's son be*go!" chirps Andin.

Maisya reached into the phone in her pants pocket. Then he called his best friend.

"Lo where the hell Al, from earlier kok nyampe also. I'm the same you've been waiting for you since!" cerocos.

"Sorry, my car had a little obstacle, but I've been on my way! the most silent again also nyampe." reply Alya across there.

"I've been waiting for you at home. Hye!" Maisya cut off her phone.

"Where are the kids?" andin wanted to know.

"Again in the street he said."

"Ooooh....." Andin nodded his head.

"Gue wants to take a shower, you're okay here!" Maisya set her foot towards her bathroom.

"Emang basic Maemunah. What kind of a kid do you think I am?! Huh!" Andin grunted in annoyance.

Chequek!

Andin looked at who had just opened the door.

"Ck, it turns out elo, I think the bokap of the Mae who opened the door." Andin said to Alya who walked towards him.

"His bokap Maisya has come home? Well... not so nginep here our dong?!" Alya sat her body in front of Maisya's bed.

"Where did you clock this new nongol?!" ask Andin ngegas.

Alya brought her body closer to Andin. "Sstttttt...! I have important news. And you know what?" he said half a whisper.

Andin shook his head, "What? Cepetan tell me!" his insistence.

"Gue has got the phone number of his secretary Mr. Zifran. Aaaaaaa, swear! I am so happy!!" yelled Alya who was so excited.

Coinciding with that the sound of the bathroom door opens and features a teenage girl with a natural face who only wears a bathrobe walking up to her best friend.

"Well, so you've got Arlan's number! great lo Al, gercep also lo ya. Don't forget your promise!" heed

"Yes-iya Mae, bring me very lo!" reply Alya.

***

In the room of a luxury apartment in the capital.

Zifran who was rolling in the blanket instantly opened his eyes as the ringing sound of the mobile phone deafened his ears.

He thought of the phone next to him, then he saw what name would dare to tease him.

"Ck, the leak turned out!" its decan.

"Hallo. What's hem?" he picked up the phone from Maisya.

"Lo woke up, brother, when it was still eight o'clock?" maisya said from across the street.

"Hem. Cepetan to the point just go straight!" zifran said in a soft voice.

"Gue-, uh wait-wait! Do you hurt, brother? How's Lo different?"

"Hem!" reply Zifran short.

"Where are you now? In the apartment or in your house?" ask Maisya worried.

"In the apartment."

"I'm going there now, you share the address where! I hung up the phone."

After that Zifran put back his phone.

While elsewhere,

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" ask Andin curiously.

"Yes, it's too bad!" connect Alya.

"Do we need to go to Yemen?" tawar Alya's.

"I don't have to be brave!"

"But it's a shame, I'm afraid how are you doing?" clearly visible look to worry on Alya's face.

"Lo calm down I can take care of myself really," said Maisya calming.

"Lo kayak does not know Mae aja hek Al, where there are those who dare to deketin the Mae." explained Andin while playing his phone.

"Udah ah, I leave first. Don't forget to lock all the windows and don't forget to tell Bi Na that she found me!" bright Maisya looked towards Alya and Andin. Both of them nodded their heads.

Maisya rushed out of her room down the stairs towards the lower floor.

Arriving at the garage, Maisya pulled out his motorbike between two cars owned by his best friend. After being on his bike he immediately turned on his engine and did not forget he was wearing his full face helmet.

Not wanting to linger he immediately plugged his gas leaving his residence.

With high speed Maisya split the streets of the capital that looks quite leisurely. It did not take long for him to arrive at a luxury apartment that had been told before.

The girl parked her bike. He rushed into the thirty-floor building by walking quickly.

After the elevator door opened Maisya walked along the hallway of the apartment to find the number that matches the one on her phone.

"Well, meet!" he cried when he found what he was looking for.

Ting-tong's... Ting-tong's...

Maisya rang the bell of Zifran's apartment.

Chequek!

The door of the Zifran apartment opened showing the owner's face in a state that was not okay.

"Nonsense." Zifran let Maisya in.

Before Maisya set foot, his outstretched hand touched Zifran's forehead."You're hot, brother!" he was strangled when he felt the temperature of Zifran's body.

The girl pulled Zifran's hand without permission. "Where's your room, brother?" ask while walking.

"Why go to my room?"

"Ck, lo it's got to be a lot of rest. I wonder, in this state your brain can still be perverted as well. Cepetan which room you!"

"That one!" point it at the open door."

Here they both are now. In a neatly arranged room with various items located in place unlike most men's rooms.

Maisya laid Zifran on his bed. "Have you eaten brother?"

"Not yet."

"Wait here, I'll make you dinner!"

"Who can cook?" asked Zifran doubted.

"There's no gogel,"

After that Maisya left Zifran in his room alone.

In the kitchen Maisya only clingak-clinguk looking for food ingredients that he usually processed for cooking. But nil, the kitchen is like no sign of life for vegetables and other spices.

He opened the lower refrigerator door. "Well, there are only eggs. In the fry, yes!" he said, flipping through the eggs he was holding.

The first step he did was to turn on the stove, after which he put a frying pan filled with cooking oil.

After the new hot oil he broke the eggs into a container then he stirred until flat, then he poured into a pan containing hot oil.

"Aishhhhhhhh. I forgot I didn't give you the egg salt!" Maisya a patting her eel condemned her stupidity.

"Aissshh, which is salt. This one this time, right?" own monologue. It takes origin without seeing it.

After finishing Maisya immediately serve it in a dish with warm white rice.

"Finally it's done too." Maisya walked back to Zifran's room.