Trapped in Love with Casanova

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After the incident some time ago Zifran decided to take Maisya back to his house.

Inside the light blue room Maisya broke down her body while staring at the sinless face of the man who always pissed her off.

"Sir Zi, enough today to torture me, I swear, really hurt my feet. It's getting swollen, brother!" Maisya showed his legs to Zifran.

"Sorry brother, huh? Sister Kapok Sya, will not fad anymore tuh herder. Wanna drink?"

"May deh!"

Zifran gave a glass of water to Maisya.

"Thank you brother!" Maisya. The man replied with a smile.

****

You make Yon, go to Maisya's house?" alya approached Leon.

"Yes be!"

"See if you're my best friend's macemin, you're out!" threaten Andin's.

"Lo why the hell if I'm like a real enemy lo." Leon looked at Andin.

"Awas hates being love?!" alya Goda.

"Amit-amit!" the two answered compactly staring towards Alya.

"No, really?!"

"Ba*cot Lo!"Andin leaves Alya and Leon in the parking lot, while he gets into his car.

****

"Why have you never seen Him? Is it because of the less attentive brother huh?" asked Zifran while lying on Maisya's bed.

"But I'm busy, rarely at home and rarely have time for me. That's why I spend time with my best friend. And elo." too." Zifran only ber'oh'ria.

"Lo don't go back to the office? It's three o'clock, and you're late again!"

"No! Even if it is late, surely they will wait for big brother, there is no way they meet without their CEO" said Zifran arrogantly.

Maisya rolled her eyes puffed. "Ck! Basic CEO perverted," he murmured softly.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

"Who's He?" asked Zifran to wake up from the fall.

"Most Bi Na. Sis, open the door."

Zifran walked up to the door according to the girl's orders.

Chequek!

"What's Bi?" when the door opens and presents itself.

"That's Den, there's a Non Sasa meeting, is it okay?" tanya Bi Nana made sure of it.

"By Bi, please!" Answer Zifran friendly.

After obtaining Bi Nana's permission rushed back the abnormality below.

"Please Den," Bi Nana invited Leon.

"Thank you Bi!"

The man stepped up the stairs with a happy feeling and a smile that never fades when it comes to his idol.

Chequek!

Leon opens the door to Maisya's room without knocking first. His gaze was fixed on the figure lying on his bed.

Leon approached Maisya. "Is it better?" ask him pleasantries.

"Lumayan. Who are you here with?"

"Alone, I wanted to make Alya feel better, but he's busy."

Without the young man noticing, a pair of eyes were watching him.

"Please sit down Yon!"

Leon sat in the chair previously occupied by Zifran. But the man had moved since he knew the girl's friend would come to see him.

"Lo's legs do not reduce the swelling anyway Sya? A lot of movement, huh?" Investigating Leon flipping through Maisya's aching leg.

"Well, are you home from work?" continued.

"Not yet! Why?"

Ekhem!

His words stopped as he heard someone throbbing. Leon turned his face back to look at someone casually playing on the phone.

"That's..... Why is this here??" looks like a confused face from Leon. The young man turned to look at Maisya's face, asking for an answer to him.

"She's my friend Yon" Maisya said, introducing Zifran.The young man walked up to Zifran who was sitting on a sofa not far from him.

"Sorry sir, I think Mr. Maisya's girlfriend. Know sir, my name is Leon his future candidate Maisya!" Leon extended his hand.

"Sir! Since when did I marry your mother?!" Zifran did not receive the call he used.

"Mmmm, I-I'm sorry."

"Since when have I married your aunt?!" fast Saut Zifran.

'So what should I call elo Bambang! The vow! Ngeselin really nih people.' grunts in the heart. The man pulled his hand back.

"So what should I call you?"

"As far as you!" reply Zifran while playing his phone.

Leon immediately remembered the grunts he gave to the man before him. "Sorry Mbang, this is the last call for you. I hope you like it!" said Leon who was frustrated because of Zifran.

"By the way, I'm not too old." Zifran was unaware of what he had just said.

'Bambang basic emang.' Inner Leon smiled.

"The trick is in a week, are you ready, with your condition injured gini?" Leon sat in his place.

"By all of you I'm ready! I don't want to worry about you guys hoping for me."

"But I'm afraid Lo why?!" leon's face looked worried.

"Lo calm down, trust me?"

"What are you guys talking about, seriously!?" Zifran started kepo after listening to their conversation.

Leon and Maisya immediately set their sights on Zifran "Kepo!!" say they are compact.

****

The night was getting late, the cold air was increasingly greeting carrying a melodious wind in the middle of the beauty of the capital.

Maisya, the beautiful girl who was sitting on the balcony of her room looked at the expanse of stars scattered in the dark but beautiful sky because of it.

Instantly the attention of the girl was distracted by the clattering of steps approaching her. A man who looks handsome even at his age who has stepped on the head of four does not reduce his aura.

That man is Papa. Papa is always waiting for his return. A man who should always be there when he needs to be. The man she always needed her affection for. The man who changed the life he dreamed of.

Slowly Papa Bram's hand reached out to touch his daughter's shoulder, clutching her full of warmth. The warmth that he very rarely gives to his only daughter.

"Why not sleep. Hem! Waiting papa?" ask Papa Bram.

"Hiks... hicks."

In the deck of the papa, Maisya now displays his fragile side.

A little girl who lived in the Mama seven years ago who did not have the support to share her story and give her affection.

"Why crying!" papa Bram cupped his daughter's face.

"Papa ja-evil. Why pa-pa is not. hiks, never ne-nemen-in Maisya. Papa always a-ja s-sib-uk." Maisya said while sobbing.

"Sorry, Papa, this is all Papa did for you. Papa wants to see you happy son!"

Maisya let go of her embrace walking towards the chair that was on the balcony of her room.

"B-but it's not the i-this that Maisya needs! Maisya but - need papa."

"But without money you can't live well. Papa doesn't want what happened to your mom to happen to you. Papa doesn't want that to happen!" papa Bram said with a high voice. "Please understand Son," said Papa Bram staring at his daughter.

Maisya grew sobbing so much that her crying voice could not be heard. Was he too selfish to demand that his father be with him?

With all his heart, Papa Bram approached his daughter again. "You know if your mother died of her illness. It's all the fault of papa who didn't have the money to finance your Mama's operation. So now understand my son, papa loves you very much. Really!" Papa Bram hugs Maisya back. He landed a brief kecu*pan on his daughter's forehead, hoping that her daughter could understand her situation.

Maisya heard all the words of her father, and was unable to hold back her tears from dripping. The papa's deception made his heart melt for a moment.

Slowly his outstretched hand returned a hug from his papa. "sorry. Sorry Maisya who never understood about papa."

Papa Bram tightened his embrace. "Pa, Maisya's chest is tight."

Papa Bram took off his embrace. "You're sick, huh? Let's take you to the hospital."

"Not Pa. Maisya's chest is tight because papa is curling her fast!" maisya said with a smile.

"You're scared of my father" Papa Bram pinched his daughter's nose.