Trapped in Love with Casanova

You said it like an idol

Bunga Darma High School.

Tap tap tap tap.

There was the sound of the foot clashing against the cold floor where Maisya was practicing basketball at the moment.

Inside the basketball court located in one of the buildings at Bunga Darma High School.

In an empty hour like this, Maisya took the time to retrain his physique which had not done so for some time. Befriending his two best friends and several other students, Maisya continued to run while dribbling the ball in his hands.

With accurate calculations Maisya jumped from a distance that is quite far. His gaze stared straight ahead ensuring that his shot did not miss.

Dukh!

His guess turned out to be wrong. The ball he threw that was supposed to enter now instead stared at the circle of the ring and ended up bouncing away.

Maisya stomped his feet against the floor while cursing roughly at the ball that was not on his side.

From the sidelines, a young man wearing a white-gray uniform approached him.

"Why? Kok kel thus," said the young man who was beside Maisya.

Maisya looked to the side. "No why. What are you doing here, instead of your class again the entrance hours?"

"New lesson is over. Lo why? Rich again, that's. Any issues?" Maisya. Now the two sit next to each other.

"Continue?" ask leon.

"Gue eng -"

"Hayo! Chat what?!!" alya's new speech coming from behind made the two spontaneously shocked. Seeing her two friends shocked, Alya laughed in satisfaction. Unlike Andin who is carrying mineral water with some snacks in his hands. He seemed ordinary with both. Just displaying an invisible thin smile.

"Ah, kampret lo, just ngagetin!" maisya Decak.

***

"How's your job?" ask someone who is talking over the phone.

"Please, Mr. boss. Everything is safe under control" the man smiled wryly as he turned his car keys.

"good. Keep watching not to let your guard down, because the crocodile is more cunning than the deer."

"Ready boss!" yells.

In the spacious looking space with sofas, tables and some cupboards lined up on the walls were all made of teak material. So that the room feels so classic atmosphere combined with modern.

After completing the call. A middle-aged man leaned his body on the work chair while staring at the picture frame that was on his desk. Her smile never faded when staring at a photo of a little girl wrapped in a simple dress. There was no happy look that emanated from the boy's face other than the lips that he put forward while staring intently at the camera.

The man smiled remembering the moment that had passed a few years ago. The moment where the 8-year-old boy pouted to his papa who did not want to be photographed together. And as a result with all the seduction of the boy wanted to meet the photo even though the results were not as expected by the Papa.

Longs. Yes, the man longs for the lost times and now leaves only memories for him. He grabbed the photo and rubbed the adorable little face of his daughter.

"You are my only daughter. Your life choices should be your best, the ones that love you sincerely. Whatever you're gonna do, you're gonna do that."

***

"Udah hour break. To the canteen yuk!" alya exclaimed after hearing the sound of the break bell ringing.

"Kuy it! Yuk, Yes," Andin continued.

"Yuk, Yes. Lo aja, today I will treat you," said the young man rose from his seat.

"Tumben very lo Yon. There's a wind from where," Andin sneered.

"No ah. Today I'm badmood again. If you want to go, just go. I want to go back to class" Maisya refused.

"Why?" ask Leon.

"We're gonna have a semester exam soon. So I want to learn so that my grades are good," said Maisya, who made his two friends look at Maisya cengoh.

'Guess what try this boy. What a brain concussion time huh? But, the feeling of being hit by a basketball hoop. Why is it that her brain is sliding." Alya.

***

Sit, stand, come and there. That was all Zifran did after coming out of the meeting room. Actually Arlan really wanted to ask about what happened. But unfortunately, the man was reluctant to speak.

And about Arlan who doesn't know? Blame it on his boss who told Arlan to come out.

After a long time Zifran paced, he finally sat on the sofa not far from where his secretary was sitting.

"Raclut? How many?" asked Arlan to see Zifran sitting down.

"What?" ask back Zifran.

"How many hectares do you work on rice fields?"

"Lo's eyes are blind, yes, from earlier I'm here. Than I work on the rice fields, mending I work on the bocil. It's yummy!" sulk Zifran.

"Yes abisnya from earlier lo pacing kayak kebo in my village if again rice planting season."

"Bang*sat emang lo. Own boss in the same suit kebo." Zifran throws the cigarette box on the table at Arlan. With a quick movement Arlan instantly dodged.

"Ar, you call the nearest police station!" his orders to Arlan.

"For what? Time because you do not dapet restu you want to surrender to the police station for self-surrender because abis is fighting people's children. It's not funny" said Arlan, who did not know what the man meant.

The plot!

Zifran throws a match and manages to land on Arlan's seat.

"The mouth you asked for in cyanide."

"Well, what do you tell me to call the cops, huh!" Arlan who began to get carried away with emotions.

"Tell them, tell them to come here and bring the Gegana team."

"Is there a bomb here?" Arlan approached, sitting right beside Zifran with a frightened look on his face.

Zifran. "No."

"Continue. Is there one tero*ris who disguised as an employee in our company?" Zifran shook his head again. Arlan hugged Zifran's arm so tightly while glancing around.

"Please ih. Don't hold on, I'm still normal. I don't play with swords.

Arlan was upset with his boss. He thinks he's the only one who's normal. Hello, it's me Arlan is also normal times, ah.

"Well, what did you tell them to come here for?"

"Gue wants to learn"

"Bomb assembly?" tanyanya cut off Zifran's speech.

"No."

"Lo want to tell them to bomb Brama Kumbara's house or company?"

"Yes, I'm crazy."

Yeah keep what? I was crazy for a long time."

"Gue just wants to learn how to make jinakin Mr. Maisya."

He casually explained his wish. While the one listening to him had already taken out the war flag while cursing violently.

Arlan patted his eel while saying, "Oh my God. Why did you send your servant this CEO whose brains are shallow." Then Arlan lifted up his hand, "O lightning bolt. Can you come downstairs and you grab my best friend's brain. Let me replace it with brains."

Not long ago, though,

Prasggs!

This was not the sound of lightning striking, but a broken glass due to Zifran's hand that could not stand still. As a result of the action broke already the table in front of them made of the most expensive glass that comes directly from abroad.

"Dog*lo. There's your first brain that I'm gonna bomb!" Zifran who was dizzy added annoyed, making the man so emotional.