Trapped in Love with Casanova

Ice brown stone

The class XII IPA-2.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet, not a single sound sounded like the hours of the previous lesson.

That is if they have faced their killer teacher who is firm and does not playfully in giving punishment to his students. Who else if not Mr. Joe.

Yoke!

Yoke!

Yoke!

Mr. Joe knocked on the table using the pen he was holding.

"Five minutes to rest!" the teacher said when he saw the clock on his wrist.

Just contact Mr. Joe's words make the entire IPA-2 child boisterous instantly. The initially quiet room is now changing like a market atmosphere.

Many of them give and cheat each other. Just like Andin did with his two best friends.

"Yes, for the cheat dong, I'm three more not ready!" andin panicked.

"Lo crazy! Of the five things you've only worked on two?" tease Zaki who passed by beside him.

"Diem lo!" snapped Andin to Zaki.

"Yes, spiel!" timpale.

"Diem lo, I'm dizzy!" sentak Maishya. With a quick movement without thinking Maisya continued to write filling every problem in his book.

"Al, help me," Andin now turns to Alya.

"Jain what you can't bother me."

Shortly afterwards there was a bell ringing. "Gather all your books, now!" mr. Joe's voice instructed them.

"Well, sir a little more," said Maisya from his place.

"I don't want to know!"

"But sir-"

"Now or not at all."

With a heavy heart Maisya and his friends inevitably have to collect their duties that most of them are certainly not ready all.

The boisterous atmosphere is now increasingly boisterous uncontrollably during the collection of tasks. "Please attention!!" said Mr. Joe so loudly.

"For those who have not yet collected their duties after this I will not accept them, Understand!If it's all, excuse me. Yes, please bring this book to my room!" his orders.

"Good sir."

Mr. Joe walked out of the room followed by Maisya walking behind him.

After completing his duties Maisya said goodbye to his teacher. He walked out of that place.

But just a few steps of his shoelace regardless of the bond makes Maisya have to justify it first.

The girl crouched down to tie her shoelaces. "Done!" Maisya got up to step up.

Suddenly though...

Bugh!!

He accidentally hit the chest field of a man who made his forehead feel hot. Maisya looked up at the face of the person he had hit just now.

"Sir Zi" he said softly. The man he mentioned his name only smiled wryly as he rubbed his forehead gently.

Which treatment Zifran just invited the attention of the residents of Bunga Darma High School, moreover you are a woman and all that is inseparable from the sight of a young man who stands far away from them. Not with Arlan.

"Sorry, brother hurry!" zifran said he ruffled Maisya's hair and left her.

Maisya stared at Zifran's departure with questions about the man who had not told him since yesterday. He went back on his journey.

Arriving in class, Maisya sat her body in a chair. His head was on the table with his hands as the base.

Of course it invites the two friends to ask. "Why?" alya asked Andin.

"Hem!" reply Andin shrugged both his shoulders did not know.

"Maybe no word from Mr. Zifran yet" he whispered. Alya who heard the mangosteen ber'oh'ria.

"Well, why are you sick?" ask Andin to make sure.

"To the cafeteria, I'm really a laper!"

"I'll wait here."

"You want what nitip?" ask Alya.

"It's up to you that it's important you pay."

"Oh, okay!"

***

"Sir, why did you bring me here. I'm in at class again. And lo what the fuck pake nyulik me all, fortunately I do not bogem lo!" Maisya did not think, the man could do that.

Yes, after the lesson began, Maisya asked permission to go to the toilet. But in the middle of the road unexpectedly someone smothered his mouth and led him towards the school rooftop.

And here they are now. On top of the quiet rooftop Zifran leaned his maisya body against the wall to face him.

She wore a beautiful face of a woman who was now in her cage. "Silver miss you and sorry, whispered Zifran in Maisya's ear.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry, because yesterday there was no news."

"By here brother where have you been! On the phone not picked up, in chat not in bales. What kind of brother do you want?" Maisya brushed off Zifran's hands because she was upset with the man in front of her.

But Zifran swiftly grabbed back his girl's hand. "So, I'm sorry, you were busy yesterday." Zifran placed both of Maisya's hands against the wall.

"Are you busy until you haven't picked up my phone? I miss the same lo kak," said Maisya lirih. But his view is not separated from Zifran. For some reason, a few days of not meeting the man made his heart feel lonely like it was uninhabited.

Zifran looked at Maisya's eyes so closely, "Sister is also kangen with you," now his gaze turned towards Maisya's lips that looked natural red but were so tempting to him.

Slowly Zifran brought his face closer to Maisya, "sister," Call the girl.

Instantly Zifran stopped his action and looked at the girl in front of him, Why? Hem!"

"It's at school, if anyone sees how?"

"Nobody's gonna see this is roof top, so nobody's here."

Zifran bent over his body. He brought his face closer to Maisya's face so that it was not far away.

Maisya's breath so deeply swept across his face made the desire in him even more.

Maisya closed her eyes as the wet and chewy object melu*mat soft lips. Not only silent, slowly he replied to every sweep given by Zifran.

Maisya suddenly punched the man in the chest and let go of their pagutan as he felt the oxygen supply was running low.

"Sir Zi is going to kill me?" said annoyed.

"Yes not it. You're so it's breath, then" replied Zifran.

Zifran pulled the nape of Maisya and tightly hugged the body of the girl who became his candlestick. Without further ado he immediately melu*mat lips Maisya full of lust. Playing his tongue inside, sweeping every row of neatly arranged white teeth belonging to his girl.

Not until there, Zifran moves both his hands into the uniform that Maisya wears looking for something that has been the focus.

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...Hi all friends readers TERJRBAK LOVE SANG CASANOVA. The author wishes a happy New Year to all of us....

...Before the turn of the year, what do you want to say to them this year....

...Zifran...

...Maisyah...

...Arlans...

...Leon...

...Casandra...

...Alyas...

...Andean...

...Don't forget, your comments Author wait!...

...Lope-lope for all of you 🥰🥰...

...The Happy New Year...