Trapped in Love with Casanova

Chris is home

Time continues to roll, it does not feel a week already Maisya inhabit Zifran. A week he had closed access so that the man could not meet him or contact him.

Meanwhile on the other side. For a week Zifran always thought of a way that he could meet his girl at any cost.

On the phone, it's always been rejected. In chat, never reply. If you see him at school? Obviously the girl always avoided him.

"Aarr!" Zifran ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Why lo! A trance?" asked Arlan in surprise.

"Diem's. Many ba*cot lo!"

"Yeeee, at the top of being angry, sensian very lo!"

"The problem is that yesterday has not gone too far?" ask Arlan.

Zifran shook his head softly, "yet!"

"Yes, it's your home."

"Lo sarap ya. Meet kaga limping yes!" the man still remembered very well how reckless his Brama Kumbara was in acting.

Acting to shoot him in the leg. It was fortunate that he quickly used the thousand-step technique. If not, it is certain that he will use a cane to walk.

"Keep it how? If not, I have an idea!" Arlan pulled Zifran to get closer to him.

****

After the office hours were over, Zifran drove his car somewhere. As planned today, he did not want to delay meeting someone who should be responsible for the longing he had been craving for this week.

While running his car, with a big smile, he hoped his plan this time would pay off. If not, he will do the plan B that he has prepared before.

Not long ago, now he had reached the place he was headed. Zifran shut down his car engine. Walk toward the man standing behind the gate.

"Sir, stttt, here!" call him slowly to the house guard.

"Den Zifran!" said the security guard who already knew Zifran.

"Sir, I want to ask, is Maisya inside?"

"There's a Den, but sorry, you can't open the gate for Aden!"

"Click sir, just wait!"

"Can't Den."

"Ten million. If you want to open the gate for me, I'll give you ten million for you, how?"

"Sorry Den, you can't!"

"Twenty?"

"Definitely no! It's late in the evening, so Aden should go home if I'm afraid you know and I can get angry!" the security guard.

"Come sir. If you don't know sir, please call Maisya to come here. But don't tell me it's me. Fifty million for my father!" he said a little bit.

"The eng-"

Ekhem!!

The sound of someone's dechemant stopped his housekeeper's speech.

Realizing that Zifran who was in a welding mode changed the look of his face again.

'Sia*lan the Bram suddenly appeared!'

"Sorry sir, i-it's den Zifran d-from earlier to keep making it in!" the security guard to his master.

"Still dare you come here!" papa Bram said with his cold face.

"Plisss, Om, please let me in for a minute!"

"Go or I'll shoot you in the foot!" emphatically.

Did he give up? Sure didn't!

"Okay, I'll go. But I'll be back. Don't call me Zifran if I can't get into your house!"

"Your sack!"

After the heated debate, Zifran left his rival there for a house that was his target.

After getting permission from the owner of the house, Zifran began to carry out his strategy to carry out the next plan B.

"This is the last step, if it fails I will also bomb your company!" his grunt while putting the stairs to the wall of the fence which is 2 meters high.

Zifran climbed the stairs slowly. Although there was a little doubt in his heart but when compared to his longing, it was not at all an obstacle for him.

"Ah, congratulations" he said, who was on the other side. "One more step we meet baby," he said as he walked to the place he was targeted to settle down.

Zifran went back up the stairs he had set on the balcony. Slowly he climbed it so carefully.

"Hu' is alive!" the man breathed a sigh of relief.

Tok tok!

Zifran knocked on someone's room window.

"Where is the leak!"

Tok to tok.

While inside. "Cock the feeling someone is tapping the window yeah!" said worried. But he ignored.

"There is no more sound! Don't-there's a burglar who entered my house!" he immediately got up from his study chair.

With vigilance and curiosity Msisya slowly approached to the source of the sound it came from.

Chequek!

Kriet!

Maisya opened the window of her room and pushed her slowly. Feeling increasingly curious the girl walked out towards the balcony.

Suddenly though...

Mewm!!

"Mphhh!" his body rebelled when someone closed his mouth.

Bugh!

A person fell flat on his back as he slammed the person's body reflexively.

"Aawwshhh!" Zifran held onto her painful waist.

"Sir Zi!" peeking Maisya when he found out who had just been hit by his nurse.

"Sorry, brother, I didn't mean it! Anyway why do you malem-malem namu to the house of the kayak maling!"

"Sister misses you!" Zifran rose from his rebound aided by Maisya.

"Eh, uh, uh. Where are you going!" maisya asked frantically to see the man gawking into her room.

"Silver numpang bentar waist brother gout."

"Sir Zi went home! Let me know if I can abis malem-malem."

"Makanya, let's not be heard don't be noisy! You don't miss Sya's sister?" tanya Zifran sat on the edge of the bed.

"No!"

"Now that!"

"For what reason do I miss the same people who have been in kangenin with other people. It's just free to know. The edges that I miss are delicious with him!"

"You're telling me about jealousy?" he approached the maisya at his study table.

"Gue's not jealous. I just don't like it."

"You know Sya, even though this brother is*ngsek and baji*ngan, but in the heart of your sister to leave you is not there. Casandra, sister has never been in contact with her again, with any woman other than you! Since the incident at that time where you have taken care of things, I promise you will continue with you."

"Lo don't have to make me baper brother," said Maisya.

"So you don't believe in big brother!"

"No!" relaxed speech.

"OK if you don't believe it," Zifran unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing one by one.

"Lo don't be crazy, brother, I'm downstairs!"

"Belvin. Let him know what I'm going to do with his son.