Trapped in Love with Casanova

Awake, darling!

Bugh!

Maisya who just came out directly punched the face of the man who had already given his lover a wound.

Not hesitate to hurt the woman who incidentally has enough energy to injure her. Maisya stood folding both her hands over her chest seeing her opponent stagger.

Meanwhile, Zifran fixed his position, looking at the figure of the woman standing on his back.

"What do you want from me?" maisya asked, staring intently at the two men she did not know.

"Serahin Lo and come with us," said the skinny man.

"OKAY. I'll come with you, as long as you can beat me, but one on one. Wh-"

"Two to one. Go ahead, fight me!" connect Zifran fast. The man approached Maisya and hid Maisya behind his body. "Sister won't tell you why, especially if you get hurt. Mending you get in the car!"

"But, sis-" Maisya's speech was cut back.

"No objection, dear."

"But Lo sure can hold them all together" said the girl doubted. As long as he was his lover, he did not have the ability to fight. It is precisely he who is afraid that his lover is why.

While one of the men who was about 30 years old was starting to grow angry at the babbling of the two, he immediately threw a fist at Zifran while saying, "that's a lot of your talk. Let's get it, Kring!" take him to a skinny guy named Cungkring.

Without the ba bi bu the two compactly pointed their hands towards Zifran.

Bugh!

A raw bogem landed first on the face of the stocky man. With lightning speed Zifran was able to read the movements of his opponent.

With the pain he felt, the man rubbed the blood flowing from the corner of his lips. While men who are thin can only hit the wind without looking at Zifran.

While Maisya, the girl stood in front of the car while watching the fight that occurred between her lover and two men they did not know before.

There was a clash between Zifran and those who were unknown.

Bugh!

Crews!

Zifran bent his legs, aimed them right at the belly of the skinny man and Zifran did not hesitate to twist the man's hand back until it sounded like a cracked bone.

With a quick movement Zifran twisted his body, kicking the other man.

Brak!

The man's body bounced a few meters until it hit the body of his own car. Zifran who does have a basic fight would easily defeat them.

"Fucking lo. Mending lo se-serahin tuh chick let your work spout." It could be that the man said so when his body felt crumpled due to the kick that the man who was now approaching him.

Ignoring the pain in his knee, Zifran limped. "What do you mean? What did you tell me?" Zifran grabbed the man's shirt. "Reply answer!" snapped it.

"Bu-it's none of your business." The man smirked telling Zifran to look back.

"Yes," he calls when he sees the lover in the arms of the man holding the knife and pointed to his neck.

Zifran was limping towards Maisya's place. "Be quiet on the spot! Or want me to bu*nuh lo girl now." Zifran is moving forward.

Being in the arms of a thin man, Maisya shook his head hoping that Zifran would stop. But alas, the man ignored her and continued walking.

A moment later,

Bugh!

Bruk!

"Aaach" Zifran fell in a row while holding his hot, throbbing nape.

"Sir Ziiiii...!" maisya shouted.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Maisya immediately elbowed the man's stomach. Turning his body, landing a hard kick towards his opponent's stomach. With a quick and sudden movement made his opponent unable to predict Maisya's movements.

Bruk!

The man's body fell onto the asphalt. Many vehicles that pass by suddenly stop just to watch. And there are also those who have just watched and are reluctant to interfere.

The skinny man got up helped by his thick-bodied friend to leave the location after realizing the situation.

"Let's unplug it!" The man caught his friend.

While Maisya, the girl ran over to Zifran who continued to hold her nape and occasionally she shook her head to normalize her gaze.

Maisya knelt before Zifran with teary eyes. "k-kak Zi's. You're not papa, are you?"

Zifran. "You're not papa, are you?"

"Gue's fine." Maisya helped Zifran rise from his position. "It's like your lips are ripped off, brother. This should be treated if not later will be an infection."

"Hem," Zifran replied briefly.

Both are now walking towards their cars. But only a few more steps Zifran and Maisya compact stop. They looked at the person who was now standing before them with a face that looked crimson like he was holding back emotions.

Gluey!

"Papa. Om" they said softly.

With great difficulty the two swallowed their respective spits due to the sharp gaze that was able to change the atmosphere to feel even more gripping than before. Plus the man was getting closer towards them.

Plakk!

Without a word the man directly slapped Zifran's cheek until Zifran turned his head to the side.

"Baji*ngan. How dare you take my daughter without my permission. Huh!" angry Papa Bram, the man he slapped.

"Sorry." That's all he can say.

Now Papa Bram's gaze turned to look at his daughter who looked down. "Lust be disappointed in Papa with you. You lied to your father!" Maisya just went silent without a sound. They also became the center of attention of the people around them.

"I asked for ma-"

"I don't need your forgiveness." Papa Bram pulls out Maisya's hand which is in Zifran's grasp. "Let's go home!"

"Allow me to drive Maisya" Zifran pleaded as he walked with Papa Bram to his car across the street.

As if paying attention to the ears, the middle-aged man continued walking. Maisya turned his head back hoping that Zifran would not pursue him, he was afraid that one day his Papa would act recklessly. But his conjecture was wrong, the man continued to walk with quite apprehensive circumstances. His steps were limped with a messy appearance, a bruise on the corner of his lips.

"Pa, kasian kak Zi," said Maisya looking at Papa Bram and turning back to Zifran. He begged her to let go of his hand.

"Shut up! Papa's disappointed in you." Papa Bram stopped his steps. "Now, Papa wants you to stay away from him. Can it?" Maisya shook her head as the answer.

From an unexpected direction, a white Pajero was traveling at high speed. The person who saw that immediately shouted hysterically.

"WASSIM!!!" They all scream.

"HOOK, ALASSS!!" shouted Zifran simultaneously.

Brakk!