Trapped in Love with Casanova

Give me one more chance

In Jakarta.

Plakk!

Plakk!

The sound of a loud slap echoed in the quiet room and the lack of light. Two men were holding her cheeks which were hot. Sometimes they say sorry for their mistakes.

"Why are you guys this crazy, huh!" say someone with a high tone. "I paid dearly to bring the girl, not to harm her."

"I'm sorry, his brother he was fighting the boss," refuted the man who was none other than the stocky one. He and his partner continued to rub his cheeks.

"real boss. It turns out that there are martial arts heroes," continued the skinny man.

"Keep, you want to bu*noh him?"

"She's an abuser" replied the stocky man.

"Basic stupid! If he's up to anything, the police will drag me!" bawdy.

"But all are safe boss," argued the thick-bodied man.

"If anything happens, you're both in charge."

****

Return to the hospital in Bandung.

Maisya's hand was blocked by Zifran when the girl was about to turn her body. Zifran shook his head gesturing for Maisya to stay by his side, then Zifran looked at his parents, turned to Arlan and the last one to the Doctor who had smiled at him.

"What's up, kid? Is anyone sick?" ask Mama Sarah. The woman looked worried.

"Can you guys stay with the three of us in this room?" ask Zifran.

"What's wrong?" Now Papa Arya asked.

"There's nothing!"

"All right, we're going." But before papa arya left, the man approached Zifran while patting Zifran on the shoulder slowly. "Fight. Papa will support you." Pause, "We go first, finish everything well."

"Hem. Sure did!" reply Zifran short. After that they came out of the room where Zifran was being treated.

The man who was still wearing the patient's clothes had been grasping Maisya's hand, as if Zifran didn't want his girl to go away even though she had to.

The man looked at Papa Bram who was standing not far from where he was lying. Zifran lowered his leg to the side of the gurney, then removed the infusion needle attached to the back of his hand, but was restrained by Maisya. Seeing that all papa Bram just fell silent to watch the two.

"Don't let go, your hands will bleed, brother!" maisya said, then he reattached the plaster used to hold the needle from moving.

"So soon, you don't have to worry, you're fine." Zifran remained persistent and stubborn to remove the needle.

"Yes already. You stubborn." Maisya could only resign and let Zifran as he pleased.

Slowly Zifran walked over to Papa Bram with the help of Maisya. Although limped and the pain is still suffering, but Zifran tried to stay so that he did not fall.

Pain, pain, pain, all he can bear to fight for someone he really has to fight for.

Duk!

Zifran fell right in front of papa bram.

"Lo no papa sis?" The panicked Maisya directly held onto Zifran's arm to arouse the man. But his movement stopped when he got the head from Zifran.

Zifran smiled as a sign that he was fine. "Stay here!" her door.

Zifran lowered his face before Papa Bram. "sorry. Forgive my mistake of taking Maisya away without your permission. If you want to be angry, be angry with me. If you want to punish, punish me, but not Maisya. It's purely my fault" Zifran said, hoping the middle-aged man would forgive him.

"Once again I apologize for my actions" he said. Maisya gathered beside Zifran while tightly grasping the man's hand, channeling strength for him.

Long enough Papa Bram was silent listening to all that Zifran had revealed to him. Disappointment of course there, especially in his own daughter.

"What's? Just say it," Zifran replied quickly.

"Stay away from my daughter, leave her." Hearing that Maisya shook her head quickly, her tears fell dripping down her cheeks, leaving a soft-sounding sobbing.

"No, until I die I won't leave Maisya!" reject the Zifran with his tone of voice. The one who was once restful is now standing in front of Papa Bram.

"You may ask anything from me, but please don't tell me to stay away from Maisya because that would be impossible for me to do.

"That's my wish. If you don't want to do it, I'll never forgive you."

"I will never leave Maisya." With his emotions held back, Zifran behaved as calmly as possible to face the famously firm and haughty man.

"And until then I won't let go of my daughter for a bre*sek man like you." The atmosphere in the room was gripping because of the debate between them.

'It turns out the pain in the reject more pain than in the told to plunge from a height.' Zifran.

"I know that I'm breng*sek, baji*ngan in your eyes. But what's wrong if this waji*ngan guy falls in love with your daughter TU-AN BRA-MA KUM-BARA TER-HOR-MAT," said Zifran pressed every word of his last sentence.

"You already know that you're not worthy of my daughter. Why do you insist, huh!"

"Papa," said Maisya, hoping that the two would stop.

"Because I love Maisya Indira so much!" zifran shouted loudly full of emotion. Maisya immediately hugged Zifran from the side. Then the man returned. "Please allow me to love and make Maisya happy in my life."

The man did not know what to say, especially to convince the man in his 40's that he really loved his daughter.

"Please give me a chance to love Maisya" he said.

"If I refuse," said Papa Bram.

"I don't care. She or not without blessing, I will still love your daughter and d

I'll make it happy my way."

"Do what you want."

"meaning?" asked Zifran confused.

"you said you wanted to make my daughter happy, didn't you? Then do it," said Papa Bram casually while putting both his hands in his pants pocket.

Maisya looked at Zifran and his Papa alternately, as if confused by the words of the papa just now. Finally, he ventured to open his voice.

"What does Papa mean?"

"Do you love her?" Maisya. Zifran fell silent

"Are you happy with him?"

"Very!" answer Maisya steady.

"Hand hold your love. Be happy with it"

"So, Om ngerestuin I'm the same Maisya?" Continued Zifran who was surprised and happy, not upset after hearing the words of the man in front of him. Zifran rose to reassure his father Maisya.

The man was afraid to be a khilaf.

"You think?"

For a moment the two fell silent and looked at each other, then glanced at the smiling Papa Bram as he folded his hands on his chest.

"Finally!" exclaim Zifran and Maisya compact. They embrace each other and Zifran unknowingly lands a kiss on Maisya's lips right in front of her Papa.

"Ekhem!" dekheman papa Bram's.

"Hehehe. Sorry, Om, reflexes."