Trapped in Love with Casanova

Wonderful with Daniel

The sound of DJ music playing jolt makes anyone who hears it will be lulled in every beat of music played by the DJ.

And so was Zifran who was there. With minimal awareness the man sat at the bar table muttering his heart out, gulping down the wine he had in his hand.

Sad, disappointed, that's what Zifran felt after the rejection from his lover. Until he decided to entertain himself for a moment.

"Ck." Zifran clucked in annoyance when he found out his wine was running out. "Mas, add more!" zifran shouted out his glass.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you seem to be drunk." The man who worked as a bartender warned Zifran.

Zifran is stupid with it all, for him right now is calmness. If he's drunk, it's a business lately.

"Aish. Lo it's really bawel tau nak. Lo it's like Maisya, baffle, chatty, but I love her so much." From his tone of speech, Zifran began to digress. Unknowingly he again mentioned the name of his lover for the umpteenth time.

The bartender could only shake his head smiling, though, hearing Zifran's babble that sounds funny and laughable because there are frontal-rich words that come out of Zifran's lips that he believes are intended for the man's lover who is drunk.

Inevitably he poured the drink back into a glass that stood straight in front of him.

Gluey!

One sip, the drink was a toilet not left. Just leaving an empty glass in Zifran's grasp. He lowered his head, enjoying the increasingly whacky feeling of dizziness. "Pour again," pinta Zifran pushed back the glass.

"Splash!" the uncontrollable snaps of Zifran. The bartender offered Zifran a drink. Zifran immediately gulped down roughly, drowning the face between the folds of his hands.

Zifran felt a soft touch in the shoulder area, then down to the chest made Zifran look up, looking at the faintly female who was beside him.

The woman smiled wryly looking at the state of the man who was under the influence of alcohol.

"Hey. How are you?" the woman asked smilingly looking at Zifran meaningfully. His hands were unceasingly stimulating to Zifran.

Zifran squinted his eyes, trying to clarify his view. "Please!" Zifran brushed off the hand of the woman who tried to tease him. "Well are you here?!" emphatically.

Zifran shifted his body away from the woman he had been in contact with. For a moment Zifran was stunned to feel something slipping into the shirt he was wearing.

"Lo why is sadistic about me? You know, after this you'll bend your knees in front of me."

"That's not gonna happen. Move lo!" Zifran shifted the woman's body from before him.

While together, Zifran suddenly felt heat all over his body. The air in the originally cold room replaced with a sultry sense of something irresistible makes Zifran open some shirt buttons.

'Sia*lan, I drank the wrong way!' inner Zifran continued to flick his hand to the face. I hope that feeling decreases. However, nil. Not that it is decreasing even more so.

Zifran walks over, calling Arlan to pick him up. It is impossible to drive in such a situation. Zifran's cell phone crashed against the club floor, after his hand was reached by the woman who was smiling to see his body's reaction. The woman who is very well known by Zifran continues to launch his action so that Zifran is more aroused by him.

Unbeknownst to her embarrassment, the woman kissed Zifran's lips in a public area. There was no shame in what he showed. It is precisely the sense of wanting to have so arouse and defeat his common sense.

Zifran roughly pushed the body, releasing their pagutan. In the depths of Zifran's heart, he did not want to disappoint his lover, even though it was excruciatingly painful.

Zifran hurried to leave the place with staggering steps. His body occasionally bumped into some club visitors. Feeling the lower area seem tense, as if wanting to sink under the delights of the heaven of the world, making Zifran lose his mind.

His face looked flushed, the roar of breath felt so fast that Zifran opened the shirt that was attached to cover his athletic body. Until he unconsciously became the center of attention around, especially those women who stared intently at Zifran as if he wanted to prey on the man in bed.

Elsewhere, in the shade of a night sky decorated with thousands of stars scattered in the sky, Maisya sat pensively in the garden located behind his house while pensive. Since Zifran's departure from his home, a sudden sense of guilt lingered in his heart.

Is his attitude too excessive, not wanting to listen to the explanation of his lover. Maybe everything he said was true. And just a misunderstanding.

However, if you think back, she is a woman who always wants to be understood. Not a woman who has no meaning.

Ah, I don't know. Maybe he needs to calm down for a while now. Letting a sense of desolation accompany him at this moment. Although the longing for the man is more controlling, let's just say he returned selfish and heartless.

As time goes by. Without feeling the night sky began to blacken, covering the moon that shone behind dark clouds. Slowly the rain began to fall spatter making the night air feel cold, piercing to the deepest skin.

Maisya left the place, went inside his house with both hands covering his head.

While not far from Maisya's place, Papa Bram had noticed all the movements of Maisya. It was sad to see her daughter like this. However, he had high hopes for the man who had been able to melt his heart so that he would give a smile to the princess just wayangnya again.

Seeing his daughter approaching, Papa Bram stretched out his hands, so that Maisya would enter the warm embrace of a Father.

"Need hugs?" ask the man.

"Of course." Maisya smiled, then held her Papa tightly. Papa Bram brought his daughter into the house because of the weather.

While at the club, a woman walks in, hurrying to catch up with the man she is after. "Fran, wait!" yelled the woman. But the one who was called did not look at him at all.

"Gue won't let you be anyone's!" his grunts were getting closer to Zifran.

At the same time, Zifran suddenly stopped right next to his car. It was silent as his body increasingly burned with passion. Moreover, the grandpa increasingly shows himself down there making his desire even more heightened.

Is he willing to hold back for the sake of his loyalty to Maisya? But really, Zifran was so tormented. Until his body sweats, expect someone to help him.

"Please! Help me," said Zifran, holding back his desire to look at someone who approached him.

A woman smiled faintly at the state of Zifran like this. Slowly his hand reached out to Zifran's body. Looked at the man's heart. "Gue will help you." A thin grin was imprinted on his lips.

Zifran is unable to say when his body is aroused to receive a touch from the woman who now takes him to a distance.