Trapped in Love with Casanova

My cheek pain is not as painful as my heart

Next day.

Chequek.

The sound of the bathroom door opened, featuring Zifran wearing only a towel winding on his waist. Her tall athletic body with smooth white skin is porcelain tub, sixpack belly is a pinch bread tub. Not to mention the shape of the jaw is firm and the nose is sharp and narrow-eyed.

Who tries not to be afraid if the model is like this. 'The priestly faith of my mother is not strong Fran.' Authors.

Zifran walked to the locker room not far from his bed while drying his hair with a towel he held. I don't know what Zifran was thinking, he kept smiling knots, rather a thin grin that adorned his handsome face in the morning.

Shortly thereafter Zifran came out with casual clothes attached to his proportional body. Increasingly add to the man's good looks.

Chequek.

Zifran opened the room door and walked down the stairs while playing his phone. Regardless of the surroundings, Zifran walked past Papa Arya and Mama Sarah who were sitting casually in the living room.

Instantly his steps stopped hearing a voice greeting him, then turned his body, knowing that it was the voice of the mother.

"Where are you going, son?" mama Sarah asked to see the appearance of her son who was so neat with the smell of perfume burst into the room.

"You fight for love."

"meaning?" Papa Arya and Mama Sarah are looking at their son.

"are you with Maisya?" ask her mother again. The man shook his head.

"Continue?" It is Papa's turn.

"Pursuing his Father's blessing" replied Zifran.

Papa Arya approached her son. Touching Zifran's shoulder and asking, "does his parents not like you?" Zifran nodded faintly.

"Find Papa with Maisya's parents, let Papa persuade him."

"No need. Let me fight for my love. And I'm sorry that I lied to you" said Zifran, looking down regretfully. He realized, if this was karma for him who could lie to his parents.

"What do you mean, Fran?" ask Mama Sarah who walked towards them.

"Sorry Zifran who lied to you about my relationship with Maisya. Actually, Maisya and I have only known each other for a few months and have only been in a relationship for the last few days, but Bram's dad, he doesn't like it when I get to his son."

"So, Maisya is Brama Kumbara's son. And you can lie to us?" There was a look of disappointment from the woman who had conceived her.

Be ill. It was heartache for Zifran to see his mother hurt. The man approached the mother and hugged her tightly.

"Sorry" he said.

****

"Pa, yes, yes. Plisss," Maisya put his hands together, begging Papa Bram to let him go to Alya's house.

"Don't say no, yeah."

"Come, Pa. Yeah, yeah!"

"No!"

"If Papa doesn't believe, papa can tell the Ucup to follow Maisya." This is the last way to convince her father. Although Maisya was too lazy with the man. But for the sake of. yes already, inevitably emang must.

"Cups. Ucup!!" papa Bram called the owner a name. Ucup walked quickly to his master.

"What's up, boss, call Ucup?" the man stood before Papa Bram, turning his back to Maisya.

"Follow my son." Hearing that, Maisya's face looked sumringah. Pleased? Sure oes.

"Ready, Mr. boss!"

"Thank you, Papa. Muach!" Maisya kissed her Papa's cheeks at a glance, running away leaving the man in his place.

***

"Pa, how do you feel, Mom, how bad?" asked Mama Sarah who was leaning against the chest of her husband's field. They are currently relaxing in a garden located at their home.

"Alah, pangling also Mama to the mind of Mama's favorite sister-in-law. Mama right, if the same Andi, unfortunately for mercy. But if the same Papa.. beh, always-"

"Always what? Huh!"

"Yes, I'm thinking of Zifran, Pa."

While on the other side.

"How's your stakeout going?" ask someone who is making a phone call.

"All is well boss, safely under control."

"Good," said the man, smiling meaningfully at the words of his interlocutor.

***

While on his way to a place, Zifran's smile never faded from his handsome face so tempting to faith. I don't know what made him so happy.

Is there something he is thinking about?

"Gue hope this ridiculous plan works. Yes. although heavy risk, but for love anything I will do. Let alone ngadepin the Bram, nyebrangin sea using a boat I jabanin. Just don't tell me to jump off the balcony, ogah me! Got no blessing, died yeah."

The man spoke to himself, to the point that Zifran smiled at the plan just now. It was really his son Papa Arya.

After nearly 40 minutes of driving, Zifran finally arrived at a luxurious house lined up neatly in an elite housing complex located in the southern part of the capital Jakarta.

With a tall silver gate. The courtyard of the house is so spacious and a building that became dominant, has two floors with the front wall made of transparent glass to look the inside of the building.

Zifran immediately parked his car after the gate was opened by the security guard of the house owned by one of his lover's friends, Alya.

Zifran picked up his phone that was in the pocket of his jeans to contact the boy.

Open the screen of his phone, look for the number of someone he will call.

Tutttt tutttt.

Voice connect the connected phone. Shortly afterwards, a voice came from someone.

"Yes, Sir. Is it nyampe?" alya asked from inside the house.

"Udah. Out!"

"OKs. Wait a minute, yes," said Alya half-run towards the main door with a mobile phone that he held and still connected.

Chequek!

The main door opened, displaying the face of the girl who always helped him in every plan he made. Zifran opened the car door, got out and approached Alya who was standing in front of the door.

With a limp step Zifran tried to withstand the pain in the knee and groin. Walking up one staircase was like being hit by a hard hit that hit both points.

"Please enter Sir! But sorry, this is how my house is, sir. Hopefully you are comfortable," said Alya who walked hand in hand with Zifran. Alya brought Zifran garden next to her house.

"Good, comfortable I like. Oiya, your house is deserted, man where?"

"Mama equally papa again take a walk anyway bontot ngabisin weekend together. Understand, spoiled child wants a lot."

"You got a jackass?" zifran asked while sitting on one of the chairs there. Same with Alya.

"Mister, it's still fifth grade SD." Alya shifted her position as her maid carried the drink that was on the tray. Then the man put the glass on the table and passed away after the work was done. "Please drink, sir?

Zifran. "Thank you!" pause. "Try you call Maisya, where she is already."

"Why not father?" said Alya polo.

"You don't have to do anything, do what I tell you. I want to withdraw our agreement" Zifran said.

"eeit. Don't be that dong sir, we are both fighting. You fight for your blessing, I fight for your secretary"

"Fugitively."

"Ready, Sir!" Alya immediately called Maisya, apparently Maisya will soon arrive at his residence. After hearing the words of her best friend, Alya immediately turned off the connection and pulled Zifran's hand to get up immediately.

"Why?"

"Father hide, hunt! Maisya soon nyampe and he said that the Ucup ngawasin ngawasin tuh son."