Trapped in Love with Casanova

Pupils follow

While this afternoon in a room with a manly feel, Zifran has just finished packing some items he will bring to the city of Bogor. A city that is always referred to as a rainy city.

In order to review the project of building one of the hotels from its business partners, Zifran had to go down directly to handle it.

Although heavy heart. Still, I don't want him to leave right now. After he had told Maisya his departure, he was somehow a little unwilling to stay away from the girl. Even if only for a few days.

Zifran let out his lethargic breath. This is not the first time he has been far away. But why does it feel different for now.

Tap tap tap!

He went down the stairs while groping his suitcase like a man driven away by his wife. There was no warm smile emanating from his face. Just the touch look he showed.

Is this the effect if someone is in love?

Now his gaze swept across the house, looking for his parents who had not revealed their noses since.

Don't they know if his son's going out of town x? That's how he thought.

"Bi, where are you mom? I didn't look like that!" he approached his maid who was busy cleaning the living room.

"Loh, Si Aden does not know yes, if the Lord and mistress are in Bandung." Aunt quit her job.

"What event is there, Papa if mom is in Bandung?"

"If you did not hear wrong, the madam said she wanted to see your sister who was sick. What's up Den?" ask Aunty.

"There is no Bi. Yes Bi, I'm going first. The house!"

Zifran walked to his car that was parked neatly in the yard of his house with someone prosperous was waiting for him like waiting for an ex to pass. He opened his car door, then looked at the man sharply. "What wry. Want me to cut your pay!?" tanyanya sarcasm.

"Please enter boss!" said Arlan let Zifran into the car. He did not want to make a drama with a man who was in a salary-cutting mode.

It is free to work a full month if at the end of it he has to give up his salary for free. Mending he sent to the village rather than trapped drama that harms him.

"Ar, the car lights do not turn on. It's dark to know Ar!"

Arlan looked at Zifran annoyed. "Basic stress. How not dark try, rang glasses Lo do not open pe'a!" grunted annoyed.

"Ah yes, I forgot," then Zifran took off his glasses.

Zifran opened his phone to check some files he had received from a branch company in Singapore.

Arlan continues to do his car down the city of Jakarta during the day that looks a little relaxed without obstacles. His eyes continued to look at the streets.

At first glance Arlan glanced at his best friend who had complained all the way until sometimes he felt annoyed with the man who was beside him.

"By the way, why your face from earlier bent mulu. No need for Lo's ration?" ask Arlan to start the conversation.

"What the fuck?"

"What more rations if not. ekhem." Arlan encodes Zifran.

"Sia*lan! Just so you know, some days I always play solo. Lo imagine how tormented I am," his Jeda. "Oh, how unfortunate your fate is, son. Patience, once we get back, we'll have fun." Zifran murmured as he stroked something that was sound asleep down there.

"Ih, you gelo!" Arlan shuddered in horror at the words of the person beside him.

"It's not clear, by the way, once again I cut Lo's salary in half. Want to!" Arlan just kept quiet and did not respond to Zifran's words. Let it be, he (Zifran) is crazy. Himself (Arlan) don't.

Long enough they traveled Jakarta-Bogor. Finally they arrived at the place they were headed after 2 hours of travel.

A luxury hotel with a design and design that is so amazing. Although it looks ordinary, but if you pay attention to more detail, then the eyes of the visitors will be spoiled with all the facilities that have been provided by the hotel.

Now the two walked into the hotel to put their belongings away before the review began.

Chequelek

Zifran went into his room. Same with his secretary. "Well, what are you following me? Go in your room there!" zifran's nagging because Arlan keeps following him.

While groping his suitcase Arlan walked so casually. "Sorry, but this is also my room."

"What!" peekkik Zifran's.

"Lo do not have to pretend budeg, this mall we have one room, because all the rooms are full!"

"Yes but not gini too, I'm in the same room Lo. If not, find somewhere else!" Arlan woke up from the fall. He stared intently at the man who always bothered him.

"Gue tired. I don't have time to find a hotel anymore. Let's go!" Zifran snorted in annoyance to his secretary. He could have arranged himself.

***

Arriving at the construction site, Arlan parked his car not far from there.

Chequek!

The open car door featured a tall man with glasses perched beautifully on his nose.

Zifran was walking so authoritatively with Arlan walking behind him. And do not forget also them to wear a helmet as a standard of safety when in the area.

"Good day sir! How are you?" greet the fat man.

"How, is everything smooth!" ask Zifran to the head of the project.

"Current sir. No obstacles at all."

"Good! About when it's all over, because I don't want to measure time from what I've agreed to."

"You take it easy sir, all will be in time. Maybe even faster than you're targeting. It's just a few left unadapted for the installation of electricity and checking will all be completed one or two weeks sir." Obviously the head of the project while going around showing the results of their performance.

Zifran who heard it only occasionally nodded in understanding because his gaze was still focused on staring at the high-rise building that had almost reached the finishing stage.

Now the three returned to their original place after a long tour. Zifran was satisfied with the performance of its contractors.

After completing the review, they now leave the location to a restaurant located not far from there to feed the worms of those who had been protesting.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Zifran.

"Same'in' in the same." Answer Arlan simple.

Zifran raised his hand towards the waiters.

"Mom!" call him

"Yes sir, what message do you want?" ask the woman.

"I want this message two, and this drink two yes Ma'am," Zifran hands while pointing to the menu choice he wants.

"Okay pa, please wait for ya," he replied with a smile towards Zifran.

Zifran who saw that also felt ordinary. There was nothing special about his smile until someone patted him on the shoulder making him turn to see who did it. Same with Arlan.

"Hi Fran, how are you?" greet a woman of minimal taxation.

"You? Why are you here!"