Trapped in Love with Casanova

Chris's Tricks

"Why not answer?" Arlan looked at Alya's face which seemed to be holding something there. But he didn't know what was going on with the girl.

While the girl in question tried to withstand the frustration on her who did not remember after the accident that made the girl had to be hospitalized for several days.

That fosters a sense of love at first sight for a girl named Alya Zealora.

As it turns out, their accidental encounter grows the seeds of love in Alya's heart, and traps her in a one-sided love between the two.

While stirring the food in front of him without appetite to eat, Alya turned to look at Arlan's face which looked like waiting for an answer from him.

Alya sighed heavily, cursing at the man before her for not remembering her at this moment.

"Lo want an accident two years ago? Do you want the same girl that Lo ever helped?" alya asked, a serious look of face emanated from her face.

His gaze was so deep it stared at Arlan from a distance of one meter. Arlan furrowed his brows hearing Alya's words. Instantly his memory was immediately fixed on a teenage girl, wearing a brown school uniform lying on the edge of the asphalt with a wound on the head.

The flashback

2 Years ago, more precisely after school.

A matic motor was traveling at medium speed, driven by a 15-year-old girl. At that time the weather in the capital was unfriendly, the air was cold with rain slowly drenching the streets of Jakarta during the day.

As the rain fell more and more, the girl wearing the brown uniform was about to turn to shade the body that started to shiver in the cold.

But fateful, because the road is so slippery due to the rain of motorbike he was driving slipped up to hit the car in front of him.

Brakk!

The sound of the collision sounded so loud and inevitable, causing the girl to fall off the motor she was riding on. Crumpled, dim, he felt when his body touched the asphalt roughly. Fresh blood flowed covering a part of the girl's face. Fortunately the streets at that time were not too crowded and crowded. If as usual, it is certain that his body will be rinsed by several vehicles that pass there.

Not far from the girl's position, a silver-colored car stopped its speed when it saw a matic motor with a condition that was quite destroyed to be the center of attention. A man dressed in formal attire looked at someone lying covered in blood. Realizing that, he immediately ran over to the helpless figure with a wound to the head.

With the rest of her consciousness thinning, the girl looked at someone who was crouching beside her while saying to keep her awake until help arrived.

The girl's gaze never separated from the face of the man who is now with her. Slowly his eyes closed feeling every touch given by the man.

Until help arrived the man took him to the nearest hospital for first aid.

There were voices of some of them talking to each other. Not to forget, how memorized he was with that voice.

Eyes that were initially closed slowly opened, circulating the view, looking at every corner of the room dominated by white. With the aroma of drugs so obvious that it pierces into the sense of smell.

Right beside him, a man stood looking at him in relief. "Finally you are conscious. Sorry, I can't wait for you for long. The doctors have contacted your family and they'll be here any minute. And sorry, I have to go."

After saying that, Arlan rushed out of the room, but for a moment his steps stopped hearing the girl's words.

"Wait on! What's your name?" There was a faint sound from the lips of the girl who was now growing up.

"Arlan's." That was all that came from the lips of the man who began to step away from where he was.

"Gue hoped this was our first meeting. I'm sure we'll see you a second time, because I love you." The girl said with a smile towards the door.

With certainty, he hopes God will bring himself to meet the man who managed to make him fall in love for the first time.

Flashback.

After that, the two never met again. Both Arlan, and Alya, are both busy with their affairs, until fate reunites them for a long time.

"So you're the schoolgirl I helped you with?" ask Arlan to make sure he's not wrong.

Alya nodded confirming Arlan's question for her. While sucking the drink in front of him, Alya looked back at Arlan's face.

"It looks like the world is so narrow for both of us. I didn't know if we'd see you again. And I'm sorry that I left you that way."

"No papa, brother. Btw, thank you very much, you have not helped me. And I'm sorry, I can just say thanks now."

"Hem, it's okay," replied Arlan briefly.

"Now you know, brother, how much you mean to me."

Arlan nodded. "Keep!"

"Gue's been in love with you since first sight. I fell in love with someone I helped two years ago. And without getting tired, I waited elo sis that long." Without covering up, Alya bluntly told Arlan about her feelings all along. Hope that his love will be avenged.

Arlan sipped his favorite coffee just to eliminate the anxiety in the heart. There is a sense of disbelief because there is still someone who loves him so much, but on the other hand, the disappointment in his heart can not be forgotten if he remembers that he is not a man who deserves to be loved.

"So how?" The question from Alya successfully made Arlan's forehead wrinkled. The man was confused by the words of his interlocutor.

"How's what?"

"Want not be my girlfriend?"

"Open, ukhuk!" Instantly Arlan chokes on the food he chews. It was unexpected that Alya's previous words were serious.

Alya immediately gave the drinking water to Arlan. "Lo eat carefully dong, briefly if Lo why could I run out the same Mr. Zifran." He patted Arlan on the back.

Arlan straightened his body. "Is it better?" alya asked worriedly. Arlan nodded in response.

"Oiya, how? Brother wants to, right?" alya asked back to make sure.

Arlan took a deep breath to neutralize the thumping heartbeat after being shocked by the unfiltered girl's words.

With determination, Arlan answered Alya's question, "if for now sorry, I can't. But if I could ask you, would you like to wait for me until I'm ready?" Arlan looked into Alya's eyes so deeply and intently, implying a great hope in his heart, wishing that the girl would wait for him to return.

There was a strange feeling in his heart. But he did not want to be rash in deciding a choice that was afraid would make him hurt for the second time.