Trapped in Love with Casanova

Sleep again???

Next morning.

In the middle of the road is fairly quiet and rarely traversed by vehicles, which, a beautiful brown-haired girl was standing in front of her car while staring at her car tire on the right side that was no longer windy.

He occasionally glanced at the clock on his wrist to make sure that he would not be late to arrive at school.

For an hour he waited for help but was not expected to show himself.

Squatting, standing, that was all he could do. "Ah, fuck! If I think I can be late!" his gerrick. The girl kicked the tire of her car because she was upset.

Meanwhile, the, from the back, a car with a medium speed driven by a narrow-eyed man with a high postured nose narrowed his eyes to see a woman he knew crouching beside his car.

He slowed down his car when he realized that it looked like the woman was in need of help.

The man pulled his car over the side of the road. Then he came out from behind the wheel to the girl who lowered her face behind the folds of her hand.

"Can I help you?" tanyanya offered help.

The girl looked up at the person next to her. "Sir Arlan!" instantly the girl stood up while wagging her skirt.

'Finally, my efforts have not been in vain!' his inner.

"Why did the car, break down again?"

"Not broke down, but leaked tires. Looky!" show Alya.

"Well, you got spare tires?" Alya shakes.

"So how, I didn't bring it either. Or gini aja, I call the workshop person to actually your car, you can go with me. How, wanna?"

"Can!" alya said passion.

In the car since then Alya was unceasingly smiling while staring out the window of the car he was riding in.

Every now and then Alya glanced at Arlan who was focusing on driving his car. Ah, for some reason every time he came close to the man who became his idol, his heart seemed to want to jump out of place.

"Ekhem!" Arlan cleared his throat to melt

ambience.

"Why smile, something funny?" Arlan glanced at Alya.

"No," said Alya, displaying a meaningful smile.

"Oooh," replied Arlan ber'oh'ria.

After that the atmosphere in the car was quiet again. No talk of either. Both Arlan and Alya were both dissolved in their respective minds.

"So, aren't you the same as me?" Alya opened her voice.

"meaning?" Arlan divided his focus towards Alya. He did not understand what the girl was talking about.

"So you really don't want me?" alya asked to confirm it. Arlan shook his head as the answer.

"Huh, yes already if brother Arlan do not want."

Arlan scrunched his forehead "What's wrong? Have we met before. Mmmm...I mean, before our meeting at the cafe, have we ever met before?" he looked at the natural face of the girl sitting next to him.

"Ear! About two years ago."

"Two years ago. Where's?"; asked Arlan curiously.

"di-i"

Citttt.

The sound of a car tire squeaking when Arlan brakes his car suddenly. Too serious listening to Alya's words made him not focus on driving and almost they passed his destination.

It only takes 20 minutes, now Arlan's car stops in front of the gate of Bunga Darma High School.

"Hem. You're welcome!" Arlan looked at the girl who had just gotten out of her car. After that he returned to run his car to the office where he worked.

Meanwhile, Alya, the girl continued to look at the car of her idol so far away lost from her sight.

"One day you will surely want me. I don't know if it's me who'll take you. During that time I will not stop ngejer lo, unless you ask me to do it." murmured Alya.

He walked into the school gate thinking about what he would do in the future.

Tinnn!

The sound of a motor sport horn that has just parked his motorbike makes Alya look at the face of the perpetrator who is none other than his best friend Maisya.

"Lo crazy. You want to kill me!" alya's Nagging.

"Later tonight I'm at your house?"

They walked towards the corridor. "Well you go out of town?" ask Alya.

"No. I've been spilling my bokap."

"Why?"

"Eitherway. Uh, I'm going to the toilet first!" Maisya pulled Alya's hand.

"This kid's been playing with a pull."

Inside the toilet Maisya tidied up her uniform which looked a little messy. Not to forget he also tidied his long hair and look tangled because he was wearing his helmet.

Likewise with Alya, he also did the same as Maisya did, but his attention was distracted when Maisya tied his hair. He was looking at something different from the girl.

"Yes, lo-neck" was not finished he said, but Maisya had already cut him off.

"This canyon, good right? This is the loving brother Zifran!" said Maisya While showing her necklace to Alya.

"Not Sya, but that's why your neck?" point Alya to the neck of Maisya with a sign of someone's possession. The sign is so contrasted with Maisya's skin that looks white and smooth.

"My neck?" Maisya turned to face the mirror.

Deg deg.

Maisya's heart skipped a beat as she saw a red mark on her neck.

"Aishhh, why can I forget," he muttered softly, he untied his hair back and tidied it up.

"Lo's fine, yes" there was a look of worry from Alya's face.

"Gue ain't papa Al,"

"So, why is your neck so red?"

"Ooooh, here. Mmmm Al, did you know today Andin did not enter?" maisya asked to shift their conversation.

"You know what, I read in a group."

On the other hand, in the company ZA group.

Arlan had just entered his room. He sat in his chair doing the work that had piled up before him now.

But only a few pieces of documents that he was working on, suddenly his mind was distracted by the question that was asked by Alya to himself.

Arlan stopped his work for a moment, thinking about the girl he had been with.

To this day, he is still confused about what the girl is asking.

"Have I ever known a boy before? But where, I don't want to!" own monologue.