Trapped in Love with Casanova

Chris growled

After being content to let go of the heart-shackling longing, the man with the title Casanova let go of his pagutan, ending their action.

Pulling Maisya's body into his arms, buried her face in the recess of the woman's neck which was able to make her always feel comfortable when she was next to the woman.

A smile rose from Maisya's thin lips, the girl wrapped her hands in return for a hug from the man who some time ago had messed up her day.

He closed his eyes, enjoying every warmth and comfort, soaking him in a moment of daydream until a brief kiss landed on his forehead.

"Don't make you jealous again!" Zifran again kissed Maisya on the forehead several times.

Maisya unraveled her embrace, feeling confused by the words of the man who was hugging her at this moment. "That I once made you jealous, when?"

"Last night. Brother doesn't like to see you hug him when you're in the park."

"Sir Zi followed me?"

Zifran shook his head, "no, good! Promise not to be repeated."

His chest felt tight to remember when the woman in his arms was nurtured by another man before his eyes. Could this be called love? Or just a comfort.

****

The weather that previously seemed bright suddenly revealed the other side. The atmosphere of the capital this afternoon was very unfriendly for him who was sitting on the balcony of his room while enjoying the cold air because the rain began to fall spatter soaked the earth.

Counting on how many days since Zifran's departure, the girl spent more time with her best friend. But for the weekend this time somehow he felt a feeling that could not be expressed by his tongue.

For a moment his smile expanded not when he saw the name of the caller that was clearly displayed on the phone he was holding. With the face of the sumringah Maisya raised a call from someone far away in the land of people.

"Hey pretty, how was the day? No kangen nih the same brother," Zifran's voice sounded from across there.

"No! I'm spraining the same, brother."

"Cock sprains?"

"Why is Lo's phone not active, you're all good?!" clearly there was a look of annoyance from him who had been waiting for his call to be connected to the other side.

"Try looking down!"

"Gapain me though look down, ogah me!" reject Maisya.

"Smooooooooooo, nyesel loh!" Maisya rolled her eyes puffed.

It looked downwards according to the instructions given by Zifran. A focused look at the figure that was currently standing while waving his hand. Don't forget a large doll that accompanies him.

Seeing who was at the bottom made his mood instantly improve. A smile he could not help but give to someone who made him have to endure longing for the past few days.

Maisya went down the stairs so hurriedly that it almost hit Bi Nana who was sweeping.

"Oh Non, be careful. Why does it look like Non Sasa is in such a hurry." The woman stopped her activities.

"Sorry Bi Na, In front there is someone waiting for Sasa." He hurried to the main door. Bi Nana shook her head to see the behavior of the princess only puppet from her employer.

Chequek.

Maisya opened the door. Staring at the person standing before him with lips forming a crescent moon. The man clutched the doll the same size as himself.

"Sorry!" he said while giving the doll to Maisya.

"Sir Zi!" how surprised he was to see who was in front of him now. "Sister can be here? Shouldn't Sister Zi still be in Singapore?" his eyes did not believe what he saw.

Because the man just came home the day after tomorrow, why is now suddenly in his house. Maisya stared at her phone which was still in call mode.

"Kangen?"

"Rubber." Zifran stretched out his arms and was immediately greeted by Maisya.

Ekhem!

"Whether you're here, how dare you hug my son. How many times have I warned you to stay away from my son."

Papa Bram pulled Maisya up beside him.

"What the hell Pa," asked Maisya did not accept.

"Lake in!" tell the Papa.

"Can't gi-" said Zifran cut.

"Diem you!" his jolt.

"Papa said get in!" he said it again to the princess.

"Ck." Maisya left in annoyance. Every step of his foot he would stomp roughly to the floor.

Papa Bram and Zifran. The two looked at each other with equally sharp gazes.

"Sway my daughter."

"Don't expect me to follow your wishes!" zifran circus.

"What do you want?" Papa Bram folded his hands in front of his chest.

"I want a seat, really pegel my feet stand from earlier. What kind of host would you let a guest stand outside the house." It could be that he spoke like that when the atmosphere felt gripping like this.

"I don't need a guest like you. Even if you're my business partner, but outside of work hours you're nobody. So you better leave now before I call the security guard to kick you out!" Zifran was silent at the words of his colleague.

While inside the house.

"Outside what the hell is Non, why fuss?" asked Bi Nana who came to Maisya who was hiding behind a wall not far from the main door.

"Stttttt! Don't be so strong Bi."

"What the hell is Non?" asked Bi Nana curiously. Maisya raises both of his shoulders a sign of ignorance.

Bi Nana also took a peek as Maisya did, "oh, there is a handsome Aden anyway, why not be asked to enter Non!"

"Diem deh Bi, don't fuss. Entar in the amuk Papa loh!"

"Now please go!" papa Bram said firmly.

"Don't be ferocious why the hell, immediately have a heart attack just know the taste!" zifran said so relaxed. "It was me back first. There's a guest instead of being treated to this drink even being kicked out." Zifran stepped away. But he quickly turned around.

"Yes, this is the doll left behind!!"

"Take it off!" he watched Zifran approach him.

"Sorry, this is a doll for Maisya, not for you. No need for ge'er."

Zifran walked past Papa Bram near Maisya who was not far from him.

"Thank you brother Zi!" Zifran only nodded while shuffling Maisya's hair that was loosely severed. After giving it to Maisya, Zifran rushed out of the house.

His gaze could not be separated towards the figure who looked at him did not like, "See you later."

"It never will, because I won't allow you to approach my daughter."

"But I'm one step ahead of you. So let's see" whispered Zifran beside his opponent.

While Maisya, he only saw without hearing what was said by the two men of different ages.

"I'm sorry!" Zifran tidied up his suit and left Papa Bram staring at him dislikefully.