Trapped in Love with Casanova

Ill

"Congratulations dear, Papa did not think that you have such a great talent!" Papa Bram gave a bouquet of flowers to the princess and did not forget a warm hug he gave.

"Thank you Pa! Papa from where the hell just look." Maisya returned the embrace of the papa.

"Papa was having business with papa's co-workers. Want to go home or eat first?"

"Eat. Maisya is really a laper."

"Where are you going, how come you don't look?" Papa Bram circulated his gaze looking for the figure he was looking for.

"No! I was waiting in their car" Maisya pointed to his parked car. Both are now walking towards their cars.

****

Late in the afternoon Maisya sat pensively under a tree while looking at his cellphone which had been in his hands since.

I don't know how many times he contacted Zifran but the man never answered the call from him until the upset whack because after the event Zifran had not contacted him until now.

"Isshh, what a basic guy!" he was upset while hitting the wind.

Shortly after Maisya's phone rang, he saw the name of the caller listed on the phone screen was not from the person he was waiting for but Leon who contacted, inevitably Maisya also raised it.

"What's Yon?" ask Maisya.

"You want to have dinner with me, today I bought you, will you?!"

"But I'm still full! How about if we go for a walk, because I'm just for."

'More precisely badmood because of the inner person.

"I've picked you up now!" leon said excitedly.

"Hem."

After Leon disconnects his phone, Maisya rushes into his house to get ready.

"Where are you going, how are you doing?" Papa Bram approached his daughter who had just come down the stairs

"Maisya wants to find the same wind, can you?" ask the girl.

"cow or girl. What's name?"

"His name is Leon, he's Maisya's schoolmate, and he's the one who's been coming home when Maisya's feet hurt."

Tin tinnn!

"No, the man has come. Can you please Pa?" talk to him with spoiled.

Leon turns off the bike, unlocks the full face helmet, then he puts it on his bike. He glanced at Maisya who walked up to him but now the direction of Leon's gaze was diverted to look at a middle-aged man who stood behind the idol.

Without hesitation Leon approached the man and extended his hand. "Good afternoon Om, my name is Leon, I'm Maisya!" he said introduce himself.

Papa Bram replied. "I'm Bram, Maisya's Papa."

"May I take Maisya for a while for a walk, Om?"

"Where?"

"To park. I promise before nine o'clock I'll deliver Maisya back,"

"Alright, I hold your words."

"Thank you Om!" leon was excited.

Finally, after getting permission Leon took Maisya to his bike. "First, put on the helmet!" Leon gives the helmet to Maisya.

"Thank you. Huh!" maisya.

"The tight grip will fall can be in my gorok same bokap lo!"

"Yes-yes, it's so chatty you're a guy!" Maisya holds Leon's jacket.

Brumm!

Leon drives off his motorbike leaving Maisya's residence.

****

In a room with minimal light, there was the sound of music that was so deafening.

The smell of alcohol is so obvious that it bursts into the sense of smell. A man with such a messy look was sitting at the bar sipping a drink in front of him.

Don't ask how long and how much he spent. With the remaining awareness that only a few percent he still survives listening to all the ravings of his friends and secretary because after the event was finished, he did not appear in the office.

"Stttttt. Diem, okay! Lo I told you not to come here to call me, you want my salary cut. Huh!" zifran said drunk.

"But you know I still have a lot of work, anyway why do you afternoon-afternoon already nangkring here like you don't have a job lo."

"Lo can not diem any of earlier lo ngoceh mulu, make a sprain lo same as the Bram!"

"You mean?" Arlan nodded in confusion. He knows who Bram is but what his relationship with Mr. Bram the owner of the property KMI company.

"Ck, so listen to my story do not babble keep your mouth shut. So gini's story..." Zifran started telling stories.

The flashback

After the end of the event Zifran who was sitting in the guest chair stood up to meet Maisya to congratulate the girl but his steps came to a halt as a hand restrained his shoulder. He turned around to see who touched him.

"Sorry, can we talk to Mr. Zifran for a second?" said the middle-aged man who was none other than Papa Bram

"Oh, Mr. Bram. Of course you can sir! Let's have a chat in my room."

They walked towards the room that Zifran meant.

"Please sit down sir. Oiya, what do you want to say to me?" zifran said to welcome the man.

Papa Bram sat opposite Zifran, "Thank you!"

"Just get to the point. Stay away from my daughter!" said firmly.

"Stay away, what do you mean tell me to stay away from your daughter. I don't even know him."

"Maisyah. Stay away from Maisya, she's my daughter! I don't like you approaching it."

Ukhuk

Ukhuk

Ukhuk

Zifran lashed his chest which was painful due to choking on the coffee he drank when he heard the interlocutor's speech.

'Ah, fuck. How could he! Why does my life have to deal with people like him, enough business in my office like this same person!'

His inner self murmured after learning the fact that the person who was most annoying to him was the Papa of the girl close to him.

Zifran bertehem confirmed his return.

Flashback off

The man took another sip of wine after telling him about the problem he was facing. While Arlan, he just fell silent without a sound and occasionally nodded his head as a sign he understood.

"So, now what is your decision, will you stay away from Maisya that way?" asked Arlan to take a sip of his drink.

"Hahaha, yes, no. It's good that he ransacked me, who is he, huh! I won't let go of that little boy!"

"Lo love her?" Arlan was getting curious. He wanted to see if it was true that people who were under the influence of alcohol were all expressions of the deepest heart.

"Love?......"