Trapped in Love with Casanova

Chris's Agility

The sound of music is so deafening for some people who are not used to listening to it.

Unlike those who used to spend time at the club. One of them is Zifran.

Zifran is currently in one of the famous clubs in Jakarta. Accompanied by someone who is his work partner in the office. Who else if not Arlan, his secretary.

although the two only knew each other a year ago when Zifran was appointed CEO to replace Papa. Dan Arlan was directly elected by Papa Arya, before his father decided to retire from his position as CEO and was replaced by Zifran.

Because of the humorous and professional attitude of Arlan it is what makes Zifran comfortable and slowly make a rope friendship between the two .

"Fran, dong already drank it! You're drunk too" said Arlan, who snatched a glass of wine from Zifran's hand.

"What the hell. No turning!" Zifran who had staggered tried to reclaim the glass in Arlan's hands.

" Lo if there's a story problem to me, not like this. It won't solve everything."

"Gue doesn't like being in a mate, you know that" said Zifran sighed in frustration.

"What else for marriage," zifran smiled cynically, saying,

"Gue ogah, I do not want to be involved with the status of marriage that will make me dizzy and troublesome with these and those demands. and blah blah blah blah blah blah..." racau Zifran let out all the grunts that were in his heart.

Arlan who heard the expression of Zifran's heart could only be silent and listened to everything.

"Gue prefers and is comfortable with my current status" Zifran said.

With only a few percent of consciousness remaining, Zifran again gulped down the remaining wine a quarter of the bottle that was before him with a single gulp.

Zifran got up from his seat with great difficulty so that his body would not be unsteady. While Arlan who witnessed it rushed to help Zifran, but Zifran instead refused it and chose to walk alone.

However, unfortunately only a few steps Zifran stepped foot he was unconscious. With a quick and swift movement Arlan caught Zifran's body that had been staggered so as not to touch the floor surface.

Arlan as soon as possible took Zifran out of that place.

****

Kingggg!!

Kingggg!!

The sound of alarm sounds so loud in a room with light blue shades that there are several posters of his favorite Korean boyband displayed neatly on the walls of his room.

A faithful girl was under a blanket that was not disturbed at all with a sound of alarm that was so deafening.

Jinggg...

Until the voice greeted him again. With a lazy feeling the girl woke up from her sleep and took the Wacker clock that was on the nightstand, then she turned off the alarm setting and resumed her sleep.

However, not long after the girl woke up again with a face like holding back her anger.

"Who the hell, call early in the morning? Bother people to sleep." the girl grumbled.

It turned out that what woke him up was the ringing sound of his cellphone.

Drett drett drett.

With her eyes still closed the girl grabbed the phone that was beside her.

"Hallo, who is this early in the morning has woken up people like there is no work?" her cerocos won't open her eyes.

"OMG MAISYA! SEGINI LO CLOCK IS STILL A SLASH. WHOA, DAEBAK SYA!" said someone with a crisp tone.

Maisya who heard the screams of someone she knew immediately opened her eyes wide and stared at the clock on the nightstand.

With a quick movement, as fast as 'Super Sonic' Maisya got up from her sleep and ran towards the bathroom. Without a word Maisya left her a cell phone with someone neglected behind the phone line.

"Si*lan's. I feel like I'm setting the alarm, but why can't I change?" grumbled Maisya in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, someone who was there was nagging his best friend who they had been waiting for, but had not yet revealed his nose.

****

"Hosh.hosh..hosh" The breath of Maisya.

"Where did Mae come from, how come Lo's breath is like that in that cackle?" one of the students standing at the door.

Everyone in the room looked at the entrance. Including the two friends of Maisya, namely Alya and Andin.

"Diem lo! Don't know what anyone else is tired of?" maisya said by occasionally regulating his breathing.

"Oh, that's a very serious situation. PMS again, right?"

"Ba*cot lo, anjir! It can't be done anyway!" sentak Maishya.

Maisya walked towards her seat while carrying the bag that had dangled down.

"Where the hell is she from? How's this new clock nyampe?" andin asked while looking at the clock on his wrist that had shown at 07:58 wib.

"When did I wake up at seven, so where are you, how new is nongol?" connect Alya with her nagging.

Maisya who saw her two best friends like that felt ordinary. Because for Maisya their nagging is as a form of affection and care for them to him.

"You know why I'm late? Hem!" maisya said with ease.

"What?" reply Alya with level to his piety.

"Fuck Him!" keep Andin.

Seeing the enthusiasm of his two friends, Maisya who sat opposite them decided to move places to be more free to tell stories.

"It's all right!."

"Buruan!" say both at the same time.

The flashback

Maisya who woke up late decided to use his motorcycle. But misfortune befell him, not the key of the motor he brought but the car key that he held.

Than he was late, inevitably he had to use a car that had just been delivered yesterday afternoon.

With a slightly firmer speed Maisya drove defending the road which looked a little more leisurely, but it did not last long.

Tinn! tinn!.

Maisya honks his car when a motorcycle suddenly overtakes him at high speed.

"Sh*itt" he said rudely and Maisya immediately braked her car.

Citttt.

The squeaking sound of car tires rubbing against the asphalt was clearly heard in Maisya's ears.

Brakk!

Panicking his panic, Maisya unconsciously stepped on the car brakes so strongly, that the car driven by him stopped suddenly. And resulted in an unavoidable collision.

Curious, Maisya decided to get off to see if the car was badly damaged.

'Enter the workshop nih.' inner Maisya frustrated.

On the other side.

Zifran who was driving his car while listening to music, and occasionally he also sang a fragment of the lyrics of his favorite song should swallow the bitterness that now befall him.

How not? When he was about to play the song he wanted, suddenly a car right in front of him stopped suddenly.

The shocked Zifran was unable to dodge, as the distance between the two was quite close, and was getting closer. Till...

Brakkk.

An inevitable collision happened so quickly. Zifran who was in the car can only reflect on the fate of the car that he had just bought a few days.

'MY NEW CAR!!' hysterical inner.

From inside the car, Zifran saw someone who had become his troublemaker just got out from behind the wheel. Zifran is very familiar with who is a person who is pacing to see his favorite car that has been shuffled in the rear bamper.

Slowly but surely Zifran opened the door of his car and stepped out with the look of his song.

"Lo can't take a car, can he? If you can't don't bring it, woe to people!" zifran said.

Maisya who was staring at the unfortunate car was immediately turned back when she heard the sound of Zifran.

"Aishhh, um again! Why is there om everywhere? This is demit, right?" Maisya did not expect that he would have to deal with Zifran again.

"Dragon's mouth, where there's a demon that's handsome like me. Responsibility!" zifran circus.

Maisya scrunched his forehead, "Om don't see my car is also angry because of Om?" point Maisya towards her car.

"Gue doesn't want to know. Responsibility or I'll report to the police,"

"But this is not fair."

"You or not?"

"It can't be dong Om, I'm a victim too."

"I'm in charge or I-"

"Yes, yeah. I take responsibility. Pleased!" said Maisya in a high tone.

"Casual dong, don't have to make it that way," continued Zifran.

Finally, Maisya was forced to call his garage to repair their car.

"That's it!" maisya.

"Hem."

After finishing with everything Zifran left Maisya. But before that, though,

"Eh, where are you going, Om?" ask Maisya.

Zifmran turned his head to the side, "Taxi nyari,"

Zifran scrunched his forehead when he saw Maisya raising his hand towards Zifran.

"Why are you?"

"Solicit for a taxi."

Hearing Maisya's words, Zifran rolled his eyes lazily. But Zifran did not reject Maisya's request. Zifran took out his wallet and took out three pieces of red money and gave them to Maisya.

Of course Maisya gladly accepted it. "Thank you!"

Zifran immediately boarded the taxi he had stopped. But suddenly he was surprised as Maisya pushed his body.

"Why are you?"

"Numpang Om, I'm late."

"Aishhhhhhhh. Just nahusahin."

Eventually Zifran and Maisya boarded the same taxi with different destinations. And please remind Zifran to pay the bill double.

Flashback.