Trapped in Love with Casanova

Meet again

Maisya who just came home from school immediately parked his motorcycle in the garage. Maisya walked in a barren step every time he stared at the door that had always been wide open to welcome him now as if uninhabited.

Maisya took a deep breath then she threw it rough, "Huh!"

Slowly Maisya entered the house and went straight up the stairs to his room.

Maisya who laid her body on her favorite king size mattress, while enjoying the solitude that always accompanies her.

Tok to tok.

The sound of knocking on the door of the room turned Maisya's gaze away.

"ENTRY!" his yell.

Chequek..

The door of Maisya's room opened, featuring a middle-aged woman standing on the doorstep.

"Come in Bi! What's up?" said Maisya who just woke up from the fall.

"Non Sasa wants to eat now or take a shower first?" ask the middle-aged woman called 'Bi' by Maisya.

Do not be surprised by the name Sasa intended for Maisya. Since Maisya was small, Bi 'Nana' was the name of a middle-aged woman who always took care of Maisya and always called him Sasa as a favorite name for Maisya.

"Why did you go home, Bi?" Instead of answering Maisya asked back.

"Not yet, maybe in a moment," replied Bik Nana soberly.

"Hem." Maisya exhaled heavily.

"Always always."

Maisya got off her bed walking to the bathroom to clean her face and drop off her school uniform.

Maisya went down the stairs staring blankly at the main door. I hope you come home and enjoy your time with him. However, all of that was just a delusion that he did not know until when he enjoyed.

Sretti.

Maisya pulled out her chair for her to sit in.

"Non Sasa wants to eat what? Let Aunt take it," bargained Bik Nana.

"No need to Bi, Sasa can be alone Kok Bi," Maisya declined.

"Bi Nana ate too yes, Temenin Sasa." he said.

"But Non... Auntie has to finish the kitchen first."

"Well, if so, Sasa won't eat." Threat Maisya.

"Okay, don't sulk Non. Yes, Aunt Nemenin Non Sasa has eaten, but don't snack again?" bik Nana gave up.

Maisya smiled triumphantly after Bik Nana finally resigned with the threat he uttered.

****

At the same time. But different place.

Tap tap tap...

There was the sound of footsteps of someone who was heading towards the kitchen to surprise her Mama who was busy with cake dough that was about to be put in the oven.

That man is Zifran. With a step to sneak Zifran approached the Mama who stood behind him.

But fatefully, before he did the action suddenly a pot landed smoothly on Zifran's forehead,

Tuengggs...

(assume the sound of the pan hit 😊)

Zifran holds his forehead which feels very very very powerful and looks at the main perpetrator.And the culprit is his own mother.

"illness?" ask her mother in a soft tone.

"Snaps?" zifran said. "He is sick! If you hit about dong Ma." his dream is loud.

"When you go home, don't like mama dong, you want Mama to die young?" nagel Mom.

Mama Sarah took Zifran to a chair in the kitchen and sat her body there.

Mama Sarah brought a basin of warm water and gave it to Zifran. "Nih, you treat yourself, in a compress that actually let the bruise decrease" said Mama with the tone of her judges.

"Kok can be a gentle and loving Papa can be a real fierce wife," murmured Zifran lirih. But still be heard.

"What were you doing, by the way?" the jolt of the mother who heard Zifran's grunt.

"Tau ah's. Mom is lazy to argue with you!"

After that, Mama continued her work.

Shortly after, there was a decheman's voice right behind Mama Sarah, Mama Sarah then turned and looked at whose face she was in front of him at this time.

"Papa. have you come home?" said Mama Sarah.

"Of course, if not, where might Papa be in front of Mama." replied papa Arya with a smile.

Zifran who heard the Papa's words finally said, "Uuuhh, my papa's romance!" exciting Zifran.

"That's why you're married, you're old too." said the mother.

Hearing the word 'Married' from the Mama, suddenly the mood of Zifran who was originally fine immediately changed.

"No need to say marriage, if the ends are in a match." Zifran murmured.

"No need to be a baby girl!" reply Mama Sarah.

"Or ah! I want to go to the room to be lazy for a long time here" said Zifran who stepped away from his parents.

Meanwhile, Papa and Mama who saw Zifran's behavior looked at each other, while shrugging their shoulders together.

****

In a family room. A teenage girl in her lonely night still faithfully waiting for the Papa who has not yet returned home.

The girl stared at the clock that was perched beautifully in front of her, it turned out that it had shown at nine o'clock at night.

It was almost three hours that Maisya was waiting for his Papa's return. But it all seemed free when his papa never came.

Disappointed Maisya closed the cake box that he had bought some time ago, Maisya walked with his giant steps.

Sometimes he wiped away the trail of tears that he accidentally shed without asking. On her Papa's birthday, Maisya tries to give a little surprise to Papa. But it was disappointment that he got.

In the room Maisya dropped her body on her beloved mattress while looking towards the ceiling of her room.

Dissolved into her daydream, Maisya gasped when the sound of a phone call rang out right next to her.

Then Maisya took her phone and saw who called her. In the slide the green icon as a call sign is accepted.

"What's up, brother?" maisya said a little tart.

"Why are you, why is that jutek? Any problem? Same story brother," said someone from a phone call.

"There's no. Dion's sister is busy, isn't she?" ask Maisya.

"No! Why?" reply Dion.

"Yuk streets! We haven't been walking in a long time, will we?" bargain Maisya.

"Yes, I'm picking you up now!"

"Don't take it long."

"Yes-yes, really, really, really,"

"I waited. Bye."

Tut!

After disconnecting the phone call. Maisya walked towards the mirror to tidy up her slightly messy hair and did not forget she also polished her face as natural as possible to make it look more fresh to cover the trail of disappointment that she had just experienced.

Tinn..tinnn!

The sound of the motor horn from outside made the new Maisya down the last rung of stairs walk quickly towards the main door.

"Is he ready?" ask Dion Maisya's lover.

"Yuk brother! Go to the malem hunt." Said Maisya who was already hanging in the back seat.

"Pake got his helmet!" while giving the helmet he held to Maisya.

"Thank you, sister!" maisya said he accepted Dion's gift.

BRUMM....

The sound of the roar of motor sport that splits the streets of the capital bustling at night.

...****...