Trapped in Love with Casanova

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In the evening, Maisya woke up from her sleep. The woman walked down the stairs leading to the kitchen to release the thirst that was now afflicting her.

But when he was downstairs his gaze led to the figure of a middle-aged man who was relaxing in the living room.

Maisya approached her papa and forgot her original purpose for the kitchen.

"Come Papa's home yet? It's not that papa's clock is still in the office huh," asked Maisya astonished. He sat next to his father.

"Papa again no work dear, so papa quickly go home, and anyways papa would invite you to accompany papa to the wedding of the child of a business partner Papa. You want to, right?"

Gently Papa Bram stroked the head of his daughter leaning on his shoulder.

"Suddenly, Pa,!"

"Papa also just got his invitation this morning from papa's secretary. Heard she said her son was pregnant first. So papa hope you don't like that. And you understand, why does papa always forbid you to date?"

Maisya is the speech of his father. But really, he had lied and hid the truth about his love affair with the lover until it ended up running aground from the Papa.

"What time is the show?" Maisya looked up at the Papa.

"Seven nights."

"Means there's still two hours for Maisya to get ready."

"Hurry and shower, don't take long!"

"Yes-yes Papa's baffles!" Maisya ran up the stairs to her room.

Papa Bram could only shake his head at his daughter's behavior.

"Look at May our daughter's behavior, just like you look tomboyish and a little bar-bar."

Papa Bram looked at a large family photo on the wall.

After that Papa Bram got up from his seat walking up the stairs to his room.

****

"Fran hunted, we're late!" shouts Arlan who stood her bang door Zifran workspace.

"Diem lo satan! Don't need to*cot lo there. Once again you call me, I kick you from here to Sampek downstairs!" zifran jolt of emotion.

Because, the immoral secretary always bothers him until he has to check repeatedly all the financial statements he has been working on since.

"Oh my God, what a sin I have as a secretary. Not to reduce my work even nambahin!" gerutu while doing his work that was delayed for a while.

As for Arlan, the man had already returned to his original place. Where else if not in the next room right next to Zifran's room.

Zifran got up from his chair after all his work had been completed, he immediately left his CEO's room. Likewise with Arlan who has finished with the work that his Ceo bestows on him.

Now both of them are heading to the parking lot on the lower floor of the ZA group building.

"Lo want to go home or go straight to the event?" asked Arlan who was walking beside Zifran.

"To the apartment first to change clothes!" answer Zifran.

"Don't you if you go to the apartment it will go back and forth to eat time, huh? Why not just go to a nice house."

"If something is hard, find something easy."

Arlan rounded his eyes in disbelief with the contents of his best friend's head. Whether his brain can still function or has been mortgaged by him. Ah, I don't know how dizzy he would be if he had to argue with his best friend.

****

Tap tap tap.

Maisya and Papa Bram enter the building where the event took place. The girl kept walking beside Papa.

Arriving them in the ballroom Maisya's eyes unceasingly browse the entire room with decorations that are so luxurious with shades of gold combined with silver that adds to the impression of elegance.

But his gaze suddenly stopped when he saw someone who had just entered the ballroom while holding a woman beside him.

'I guess my brain starts to shorten' his mind. Maisya hit his head slowly so that he realized from all his thoughts.

"You why Shay?" Papa Bram glanced at his daughter.

"Engh! No papa, no." Maisya flinched as the Papa called his name. As much as possible, he behaved normally.

"Oiya, you want to come with Papa or wait here?"

"Papa wants to see papa's business partner who has this event. You wanna come?"

"No, I'm just waiting here!" reject Maisya.

"Yes, if Papa goes there first."

Papa Bram left Maisya sitting in one of the available seats.

While waiting for the Papa, Maisya took his phone which was in the wallet he put on the table and played it.

"Hi Shay!" greet someone standing next to him

"Sir Zi, you're here! Who are you, brother?" maisya asked surprised by the presence of Zifran beside her.

"Because I was invited. It was the same, "the man sat beside Maisya while pointing at Arlan who was standing not far from them. "I don't think you're going to come!"

"meaning?" Maisya pretended not to understand the direction of the man's conversation.

"Yes, I think you will cry in frustration like that time" said Zifran considering the incident some time ago.

"Ishhh, what the hell, brother. Don't talk about why, you're embarrassed!" Maisya pressed her lips.

The man smiled looking at this girl before him.

"In fact, I did not intend to go to her event, but I forgot what date the event was because the invitation had been taken by Alya. And for now, I'm here it's because of my hijak bokap, if I know going to show him I'm also ogah go."Maisya.

his speech.

"Do you want me to?" Zifran looked at the girl beside him.

"Where?" ask back Maisya.

"That!" point Zifran towards a pair of brides who are meeting photos at the pelaminan.

"Relieve it! Don't want me!" refuse maisya menta-menta.

"Why? You still love her?" ask Zifran full of questions.

'What kind of question is that!' inner Maisya.

Self-conscious in the crowd, Maisya lowered her voice."Yes, not!"

"Yes, if so prove it. Prove that your love for her is gone" Zifran challenges Maisya.

"okay! Yuk!" Maisya pulled and clasped Zifran's hand. Zifran, that guy didn't reject him at all.

On the other side. From now on without Zifran and Maisya realized a pair of eyes were staring at the two with an indecipherable look. With his gaze always directed towards Zifran. And occasionally he stares and replies to the words of his interlocutors who are with him.

On the stage Zifran and Maisya walked hand in hand with Maisya's hand hugging Zifran's possessive arm to divert all the attention of the invited guests to look at the two.

Many pairs of eyes were staring in envy at Maisya. Especially the women who really want the man.

Not much different from what felt a man who was his ex status who was now standing in front of him. "Congratulations to her wedding" Maisya extended her hand.

"Thank you. Your boyfriend?" tanya Dion glanced at the cynical Zifran.

"I know, I'm Zifran Maisya's girlfriend!" Zifran extended his hand while hugging the possessive Maisya waist. Maisya looked at the smiling Zifran while blinking her flirtatious eyes. The girl smiled back at him.

"Congratulations to you. I ask you Lo, take care of Maisya well, never you stay let alone you hurt him. I was the one who hurt and hurt him. I wish you were better than me!" dion replied to him.

"I'm sorry, sorry I ever fussed about you." Dion looked at Maisya with his own face.

Likewise with Dance, the woman smiled happily staring at the two who began to make peace with the situation.

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong because I took Dion from you. I'm asking you don't hate me?" Pinta Dari to Maisya.

Maisya gave a genuine smile to the two happy brides. "You calm down, I'm sorry. I'm sure you're happy with no shadow of the past. I don't want you to be sad on your happy day. Happy new life to you brother!" the girl glanced at Dion's face which began to dew in the corner of her eyes.

"Your brother, we're getting out of here." Maisya holding Zifran's arm. "Again safe for Lo Tar and also your baby. Take care of him."

"Congratulations to you both. And good luck." Zifran extended his hand towards Dion and also Dance in turn.

"Thank you!" say those two brides.

After that both of them came down from the emotionally draining place. They walk side by side trying to ignore the words of those who whisper about their relationship. And not a few who stare cynically towards the girl.