Trapped in Love with Casanova

Praying for you is my job

Tap tap tap.

There was the sound of the footsteps of someone walking while dragging the backpack he was holding.

Tired, tired, that's what he feels today after a day of activity at school. To carry out his duties as a student.

It looks like a girl with a pretty messy appearance entered a luxurious house that became a shelter. He lived his childhood and adolescence in that house. A house full of memories with both parents.

He walked up the stairs. But suddenly his steps came to a halt when someone called his name.

"Eh, why not Sasa? How dull his face is like a garment that hasn't been ironed!" ask a middle-aged woman who works at her home.

"Bi Na's tired effect." Answer's short.

"Want to eat or shower first? If you want to eat, let Auntie be ready now!"

"Later Bi, Sasa wants to take a shower first because it already smells cool."

"Eh, wait a minute!" prevent Bi Nana when Maisya climbs the stairs.

Maisya stopped his steps. "What's Bi?"

"This is a flower delivery for Non!" Bi Nana gave a bouquet of roses to Maisya.

"Who's Bi?" he received the bouquet of flowers.

"No idea, there's no sender's name."

"Thank you, Bi!" Maisya up the stairs. "Who the heck today is still playing secrets." he added again.

Bruk!

The girl threw her bag in any direction.

Bugh!

He laid his body on his Queen Size bed while looking at the roses held in his hand. But what concerns him is the color of the flower.

"Gue just found out, as long as I live new this time I was sent a black rose. I feel so horror!" he throws the flower.

He did not think of the sender. The man could have given her a black rose. "Who are the people? It's weird to know!" said curious.

****

A man wearing a white T-shirt that he paired with a navy Boomber, as well as torn black jeans on his knees that made him look like a labile ABG out there.

While tidying up his appearance, the man whistled to vent his happiness. Following the rhythm of the song that he had heard some time ago.

"Ahh, how handsome is this self!" he said it was so narcissistic while glazed.

"certain. Who dong's prints were!" saut Mama Sarah just came in.

The woman walked over to her son. "Where are you going, kok tumben already neat?" ask Mama Sarah who is aware of the appearance of the son.

"You're meeting a potential ghost. Want to follow?"

"You want to bed her? I didn't say it to Mama!"

Hearing her son's words just now made Mama sarah surprised by her son's plan to propose but did not tell her.

"What the hell Ma. Who wants to propose, the guy I just want to meet him. Not more."

"Seriously you. Don't lie to Mama!"

"Seriously. Zifran go first, your son's doain is safe. Muach!" the man kissed his mother's cheek at a glance, then left the Mama who stood glued to see the behavior of the only son of his puppet.

"Ck. Substantial. I think people want war just use all prayer." He shook his head softly.

****

At the dinner table, a girl wearing Donald's pajamas patterned duck shorts on her knees was enjoying her dinner with the papa who had just returned from her office.

At the dining table the atmosphere felt so warm when they threw each other a laugh that made the atmosphere more lively because of it.

Until the serious words of the Papa stopped Maisya's laughter.

"Finished eating keep learning, do not play mobile phone continue. Remember, you will soon be entering the semester exam. I hope your value increases every year. Don't be like last year that slumped away somewhere!" papa Bram said on the sidelines of his meal.

"Ok Pa's.! Anyway, if this semester the maisya value is good, what is the promise of maisya demand?"

"certain Son. What doesn't make little princess Papa."

Papa Bram smiled looking at his daughter who is now growing up. It did not feel that time passed so quickly that he did not realize that his little daughter had now become a beautiful and tough girl figure.

No matter how long, after finishing eating Maisya say goodbye to the Papa to go up to his room. Papa Bram nodded his head as a sign of confirming his daughter's words.

Chequek!

Tap tap tap tap.

Maisya walked towards her study table. He sat his body in a chair and picked up a printed book to begin his studies.

While studying, Maisya listens to music using *head**set to relax her mind so as not to get stuck.

While elsewhere.

Seen a man in neat clothes looks so shrewd in climbing action. Especially if it is about climbing the body of his opponent. Of course he was very expert, because that was his field. I don't know what's going on inside him until he does something so close.

With a flushed face holding back the fatigue, the man continued to climb the stairs one by one for the umpteenth time.

"Aishhhhhhhh. Gini is a struggle of my life. Oh my God, until when do I climb the balcony. How high again!" grumble the man.

After getting enlightenment from Temperature, after returning from the office he immediately rushed to meet the idol and he did not want to postpone it.

With all the effort and struggle. Trouble he climbed the stairs, it did not take long finally he arrived also on the balcony divider.

Happ!

He jumped from his place on the balcony floor. He picked up a bouquet of flowers that he had placed behind his back.

The man walked towards the window. Then knock it slowly.

Tok to tok.

There was no sign of someone opening a window that doubles as a door, for him.

Once. Not in response.

Tok to tok.

Twice, same thing.

The third time, when he was about to bang on the window door, the man accidentally held the door handle that turned out not in the key.

It turned out that Goddess Fortuna was now on her side.

With a certain step he approached someone who was sitting in front of his study table so seriously that he did not realize his presence.

Slep!

The man closed the eyes of a girl who was behind him.

The girl rebelled asking to be let go. "Who is this! Pa, let's not let go of funny toys like a child. Uh, papa!" but alas, the effort to let go was in vain.

"Maisya count yes. If not outside do not blame Maisya if Papa's waist encroaches."

While the person called Papa fell silent without a sound. Letting his girl continue to think of him as Papa.

"Ok, if that's what Papa wants! One. two.. " Mai began to count. "Ti-" said Maisya, stopping as the man let go of the hand that closed his eyes.

He turned his body to look at the person who had closed his eyes, "sister Zi!" bemused.