Trapped in Love with Casanova

I have a sister

"Sir, wake up, eh! I know by noon. He said he wanted to go for a walk, but this hour hasn't woken up yet. Go to the hot hunt, Lo." Early in the morning Maisya had arrived at the Ocean family residence to take her lover on vacation, spending time with them.

It had been almost half an hour Maisya woke the faithful man struggling with blankets and pillows bolted his pride to load the girl moaned with annoyance.

Shaking Zifran's body repeatedly, still the man was still reluctant to rise from his sleep.

Under the blanket, Zifran actually woke up earlier when Maisya opened the room door. But I don't know what possessed the man until he did a silly action that could have made anyone would rise in blood because of it.

"Sir Zi, let's get up! I count to three yes, if you don't wake up this room I'll be scrambled!"

Free, Zifran does not understand the threat of Maisya. The man smiled ignorantly from under the blanket that Maisya was unaware of. He wanted to see where the girl's courage was towards her territory.

"Gue count this. One..." Counting commenced. No response from Zifran.

"Two..." Still same.

"Two and a half..." Maisya's smile expands revealing Zifran's movements.

Maisya reached out her hand touching the blanket that Zifran used to cover her body. "Ti.y-".g"

When Maisya was about to open the blanket, at the same time Zifran blocked Maisya's hand, pulling until Maisya's body staggered forward.

Bruk!

Maisya opened her eyes when she felt something stuck down there. Look at someone who smiles meaningfully at him.

Cup.

"Morning kiss, baby." Zifran kissed the lips of Maisya in his arms. The girl was still holding her breath when she got the sweet treatment from her lover. Intentions want to wake up, even get a gift in the morning.

"Yes" call Zifran when there is no movement from Maisya.

"I-iya," Maisya replied nervously as Zifran called out to her.

"Can we continue?"

"Wh-wha?" asked Maisya confused. He immediately rose from his position, realizing that it would invite danger for both of them.

But alas, Zifran first said something that had just crossed Maisya's mind.

"They." Zifran's right hand began to slip into the shirt Maisya wore. Groped and occasionally stroked the flat stomach of Maisya who always wore jeans combined with a blouse.

The man grabbed the blanket that was still covering his lower body, letting his skin touch Maisya's body even though the girl was wearing full clothes.

With all the struggle finally Zifran was able to get rid of the blanket and throw it to the side of his bed.

Maisya shook her head, holding Zifran's hand that was about to unbutton the jeans he used.

"No, sis. I'm afraid," said Maisya.

"Bent aja. Promise!" Maisya.

"Come on.." whine Zifran. "Such a kangen sister. Yes, yes," rayu Zifran pleaded.

"But I'm coming again moon, brother."

But Zifran is not his name if he has no other way to relieve his desire at this time. With a gentle gesture, Zifran's hand turned to another part of Maisya's body, his gaze fixed on the two pieces that were behind the cover that covered her.

"Can this be it?" tanya asked for approval from the owner.

"ZIFRAN!!" shouted the woman standing at the door of her room. "Basar anak sableng. How dare you want to be perverted, huh!"

Not yet had time to answer and got an answer both were shocked by the sound of screaming coming from inside the room. Maisya got up, then confirmed her slightly messy clothes.

Embarrassed. Very embarrassed Maisya felt when their action was caught by the woman with the status of Mama of her lover.

As with Zifran, the man stepped up, waking up from his position aware of the deadly gaze from his Mama who was approaching them.

"A-a-oh, duh. Sorry, Ma!" ringis Zifran held her ear in the jewel by her mother.

"Basar brazen child. In this state your brain can still be perverted!" mother Sarah's nagging pulled Zifran's ear, dragging her son out of bed.

"Tan, let alone sister Zi, pity her," Maisya's pinta could not bear to see her lover needed like that.

"Don't defend this boy, he's gonna do nothing to you, son."

"Sick Ma, let alone dong! The Maisya section is not in any way, too," said Zifran memelas. I hope your mother is kind enough to let go.

****

In Situ Lembang Park located in the city center, now Maisya and Zifran are located. Enjoying the beauty of the lake and its beauty, the place became Maisya's choice to spend time with her lover when the weekend break arrived.

The atmosphere away from the frenetic capital adds to the coolness of the environment in Situ Lembang Park, Maisya and Zifran sit under a tree directly overlooking the lake.

Although Zifran had previously refused for this reason, it was. But finally the man agreed after maisya gave her understanding.

After the incident this morning, the two decided to leave according to their previous plans.

"Sister, swear! I am ashamed to know. Want to tarok where try my face if I see Aunt Sarah again. Aaaaa.pengen it feels like I buried you in the dead sea, before I was the same lo!" maki maisya recalled the incident some time ago.

"Sister, Lo kok really relax. Basic bummer!"

"Udah?" Zifran glanced at Maisya who was sitting next to him.

"What?" maisy asked annoyed because Zifran had just been silent.

"You are not tired from earlier nyerocos mulu, mulu ngomel. Actually, we're here to do what the hell. Do you want to go on a whimper or do you want to ramble, ha'?" Maisya was stunned to hear the words as well as the tone of voice that was thrown from her lover's lips. Sounds rough and a little high. Maisya did not expect that the person she loved would do that to her.

Then Maisya turned her gaze to look at the direction. Not looking at his girlfriend's face right now.

"Okay, I admit you're wrong, but it can't be discussed anymore. Your mother is not angry with you, is she? So you don't have to think about that anymore. If if you are told to marry at this time, you are ready and will be responsible."

Without Zifran noticing, the originally glazed eyes are now draining the water. Maisya took a deep breath, as much as possible he held back his crying so as not to be heard.

It was not this kind of sentence that he needed, but the solution to the events that had happened instead of snapping at him.

According to Maisya, Zifran's speech was a clash for him. Maisya brushed off Zifran's hand as the man clasped his hand. Sick? It's obviously very sick.