Trapped in Love with Casanova

Not as bad as I thought

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The ringing sound of the mobile phone again greeted Indra hearing the two of them.

Zifran unhappily let go of their pawns. "Shi***!" he was rude to someone who called him.

"Wait a minute, brother, take the phone first" he said, rubbing his lips Maisya wet because of his actions.

"Hem." Maisya lowered her face shyly covering the red tinge on her face as she stared at Zifran's face.

Zifran reached into the phone in his pants pocket and saw who the person who dared to bother him was. He put a cell phone in his ear to answer a call from someone.

"Hello, Fran. Lo where? From earlier I nyariin lo at the party, I asked the secretary lo he just do not know where you are!" cerocos somebody from across there.

"Gue again get some fresh air, what's up?" said Zifran occasionally glanced towards Maisya. The girl nodded with a smile.

"Gue caught up with you yeah, I miss you very much. Where are you, let me go there?"

"No need for Casa, I'm back!"

"That's yeah. I was waiting in my apartment, bye! Muach!" he said giving Zifran a long-distance kiss.

"Yes, I closed it first!" without saying another word, Zifran immediately decided on his call.

After that he put the phone back in his pocket.

"Who's brother?" ask Maisya.

"Casandra, sister's friend."

"Ooooh, Aunt lohan!" chirps Maisya is innocent.

"Kok Aunty lohan the hell Sya?" asked Zifran confused. He looked at the girl asking for answers.

"Yes, my sister did not see his lips like a fish. Thick top thick that. Pffff!" said Maisya holding back her laughter.

"You are so happy about him. Mmmm want to go on again?" now Zifran looked at Maisya with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Sister, anterin go home yuk! It's too bad I'm afraid bokap I nyariin," said Maisya switched their conversation. He looked at the watch on his wrist that had shown at 22:15 wib.

'Sorry brother, I fear my heart is weak because of its inner lo.'

"Yuk! Why not tell from Sya?" Zifran got up from his seat. But before that, though,

The cup!

One brief kiss landed on Maisya's lips from Zifran.

****

Maisya waved his hand at the car that Zifran was riding in. After Zifran's departure from his residence Maisya rushed into his home.

But, without her guessing a pair of eyes were now staring at her sharply. In front of him, a middle-aged man stood with both hands folded in front of his chest with a face that was difficult to interpret.

Maisya stopped his steps when he saw the Papa standing in front of him, he lowered his face realizing his mistake.

"Where's your phone? Why from earlier papa phone but you did not pick up. What are you doing out there Maisya!" straight up question from Papa Bram.

"Sorry Pa, Maisya's bag was left in Maisya's cement car" replied the girl as she played her fingers to parse her fear.

"Lake in!" papa Bram's strict word.

Maisya walked towards the living room first. Then followed by Papa.

"Sit down!" exclaimed Papa Bram gave his order back. Maisya also obeyed.

"Where have you been? What time is it! Why did you just come home? Huh!" papa Bram asked with his cold aura.

Maisya just lowered her face without daring to look at the face of the Papa if it was in this fashion.

Feeling unable to get an answer Papa Bram approached his daughter. He sat next to Maisya who still refused to look at him.

"So far from him!" papa Bram said with a flat but firm face.

"Sway the CEO of ZA group. Papa doesn't want you to have a relationship with a guy like him."

He knows who Zifran Alanta is and what he looks like.

"But Maisya is just a victory for Pa, nothing more!" sangkal Maisya's.

"Whatever it is, you must stay away from him, He is not a good man. You should know that! Some of you are still in school, throw away your mind for dating. Papa will never allow you before you finish your education in High School. Understand you!" obviously the Papa.

"But can't dong Pa-" Maisya's speech was cut off.

"There's no buts. You're gnashing"

"Papa's selfish!" Maisya ran up the stairs leading to her room.

After his daughter's departure, Papa Bram restored her frustrated hair. He hoped his daughter would understand his current worries.

Ever since at the party he had always noticed the two who looked so familiar. Especially when the man hugged his daughter's body he really did not like it.

****

Zifran who had just arrived at his apartment immediately laid his body on the sofa in his living room.

He reached into the cell phone that was in his pants pocket. After opening the password, Zifran immediately contacted his best friend, Arlan.

"Hal-" said Arlan but was cut off.

"Where are you?" ask Zifran to the point.

"On the street, go to your apartment. Why?"

"Yes, I've been waiting. But within fifteen minutes you don't nyampe, your salary will be cut."

Zifran ended his phone call. While Arlan who was across the street shook his head in disbelief at the boss's ridiculous request.

"Aishhhhhhhh. Crazy kid, who was fifteen minutes. He thought this was his father's path!" omel Arlan's.

Without realizing it he drove his car at high speed to make other road users do not hesitate to swear it rough.

It didn't take long for Arlan to arrive at Zifran's apartment.

"Ah, sia*lan. Because I almost died sat!" arlan said, cheering in when Zifran just opened the door.

"What's wrong with you calling me until I tell you to make a spit-cheap?!" Arlan directly sat his body on the sofa.

Zifran follows Arlan. "Nothing! I'm playing PS yuk!" said relaxed.

"What!!" peekkik Arlan's. "What a fact! I almost died just because you play the game. Wow, bad you Fran!" the man's nagging.

"Well, don't have a lot of drama there."

"Kuy it!"

Eventually, the two moved. Sitting lesehan on the carpet while holding his game stick each.

"Eh, Fran. Last time Lo asked Casandra. like he really wanted to see you," said Arlan occasionally glanced at Zifran.

"Let's just say, he called me, told me to come to his apartment, but this mallem I'm lazy again." Zifran's view is still focused in front of the screen.

"Well, he must be so fucking up!"

"Bodo very!" fast Saut Zifran.

That's what Arlan said. At this time Casandra was nagging, grumbling because what he was waiting for did not also reveal the trunk of his nose. He had prepared all the necessities for both of them tonight.

Starting from the ha*ram clothes he was wearing. Energy drinks are ripped. To the extent that various forms of Batman holster he has prepared. But what he got, just waiting for the uncertainty of what awaited.

"Ck. It sucks."

Casandra dumped her phone in bed after calling Zifran whose number was off.