Trapped in Love with Casanova

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Today is the long-awaited day for all students of Bunga Darma High School.

In a spacious room with the sound of cheers that sounded so loud voicing someone who was in the middle of the crowd.

A woman wearing all-white clothes with a black belt around her waist. It was Maisya Indira, the long-haired beautiful girl who was now in the arena of the match.

He attended an inter-school Taekwondo match held by Bunga Darma High School as a sign of friendship every year before the odd semester exam.

While on the other side that is not too far away a man using his formal clothes was sitting in the guest chair while playing his phone until his attention was distracted when he heard a shout from the bleachers he called out the name of someone he knew.

He scrunched his forehead staring at a girl standing in the match. Many questions began to pop into his mind. Is he even there? That's his thinking at the moment.

Until someone's voice breaks his daydream. "Hi sir!" greet the two girls who passed by her side.

"Hi, you two come here!" the man's orders.

The two girls approached him. "What's up, sir!" ask both compact.

"That's your friend, why is he there?" ask the man who is none other than Zifran.

"Yeeee, I don't know, he's taking part sir!" andin.

"What could he do? Not sure about me."

"Yeeee, I don't mind my best friend, so he holds a black belt, he also never matahin Leon's hand. No, the guy standing in the corner." Alya pointed towards leon who was not far from them.

Ukuk!

Suddenly, Zifran choked on his saliva which was stuck in his throat. It turns out that Maisya said the other day could have happened.

"Sir, where did Arlan go, who didn't see him?" alya was looking for the whereabouts of the man.

"He's working for money!"

Back to the initial topic.

After finishing making sure all the protective equipment is safe, Maisya and his opponent who came from another school now they face each other in the fighting arena.

"Are you ready?" ask the referee to Maisya and his opponent.

"Ready!" answered both.

"Start!" said the referee gave a warning.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Maisya began to throw his kick towards the opponent, but unfortunately it turned out that his opponent was able to fend off the attack from him.

Vice versa, maisya opponents do not want to lose and now turn to attack Maisya. The punches, the kicks they lay at each other until the game was only a few minutes in began to feel so tense when the two female fighters attacked each other and reciprocated each other with the ability they had.

Bugh!

Bruk!

One kick from Maisya managed to knock his opponent down easily and it managed to add a point to Maisya. With a quick movement the opponent got up and attacked Maisya blindly.

Bruk!

"Awwssh," ringis Maisya fell as his leg was crushed by his opponent. He held onto his leg which was very painful but Maisya still tried to get up from his position.

"Don't go near my son!"

I don't know how many rounds they have gone through, now the fight is getting hotter and fiercer.

With the ability that he has with deft movements Maisya pull his opponent's hand, then he grabbed the opponent's leg which makes his opponent's body slammed backward.

The sound of the audience screaming averted his eyes to look at the person he had been waiting for his presence since. Who else if not the Papa.

But unfortunately, his gaze did not focus on making him unaware of a kick that is now leading to his injured leg to make him fall flat on the floor that is based on the mattress. Maisya only realized that this opponent was quite formidable and could not be underestimated.

The girl knelt on her knees withstanding the excruciating pain, she tried to get up from her position with sweat soaking down her beautiful face. His eyes looked at the person walking towards him.

All pairs of eyes were now staring at Zifran and wondering what he was doing there.

Zifran extended his hand towards Maisya. "Need help?"

"Sir Zi, why did you come here? Flip over!" the girl looked at him.

"If you can't afford not to be forced, then the existing is even worse."

"Gue is still capable. It's back there!" drive Maisya out again.

After helping the girl stand Zifran back to his place.

Now in front of the audience, Maisya stood staring fiercely at the opponent who was preparing to attack him again.

And sure enough, with a quick movement the opponent threw his kick into the chest of the girl.

Bugh!

Bruk!

Instantly his opponent fell strayed while receiving a crushing kick from Maisya. With precise calculations it turned out that the girl was moving faster than they had imagined.

The aches, pains and tightness that Maisya's opponents are currently feeling. With a limp step Maisya approached the girl who became his opponent.

All students of Bunga Darma High School cheered at the action by Maisya.

He stretched his hand towards the girl. "Sorry, I didn't mean it!" maisya is friendly.

The girl smilingly received a helping hand from Maisya . "Thanks, yes, I admit you are much stronger than I thought. Lo's great!" Maisya only smiled hearing the words from his opponent.

After the game ended Maisya headed straight for the dressing room with a limped step towards the dressing room to change his clothes with the school uniform he put in his locker. And don't forget Alya and Andin are always next to him.

"Lo's feet are swollen Sya!" Panic Andin.

"Udah is not papa," said Maisya casually.

"Cieeee, who gets attention from a boyfriend," teased Alya.

"Realat. Not a girlfriend but a friend." Maisya confirmed the speech from Alya.

"But yes, I noticed, I think Mr. Zifran likes you! The proof is that he's paying attention to you, isn't Al?" chirps Andin.

"It seems yes" said Alya confirmed.

"For a long time you guys didn't know!" Maisya left behind his two best friends.

His heart was filled with the words of his friend. Is it true what both of them say? That's what he's thinking right now.