Trapped in Love with Casanova

Punishment from Chris

"Sister, spout, uh. Where else is Alya nongol-nongol. It was noon too!" exclaimed Maisya who had been waiting for his best friend that one. Where not. He said 7 o'clock was on standby, but it's almost eight o'clock Alya has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.

Meanwhile, Zifran, the man ran small from inside Maisya's house because the man had previously been in the toilet to complete his wish. There it turns out that there are already Arlan and Andin who stare at the behavior of the girl who always nagging indistinctly.

"Lo why Fran? How is the road?" search Arlan astonished.

"Angyr. Add me to the zipper clamp!" zifran whispered to the friend who laughed afterwards.

"Ha ha ha ha. Fortunately, it was not to be beheaded," he said in laughter.

"Sia*lan Lo's. I see people suffering." From that moment the man continued to hold the pants attached to the hose*kangan.

When it was finished, Zifran was in a hurry because of the sound of the phone that kept ringing. He knows whose call it is. Who else if not his favorite girlfriend. As a result of Zifran rush without seeing directly pull the zipper upwards. As it is now.

All that did not escape the sight of Maisya and Andin. The two glanced at each other as if asking 'what's up'.

Zifran approached Maisya who was beside his car that had been parked since an hour ago.

"Lo why?" ask Maisya curiously.

"Ah, usual, his name is also male," Zifran replied covering up his embarrassment.

"Have you heard from Alya?" zifran asked looking at Maisya.

"Say in a moment, sir. He has some business to deal with." It was not Maisya who answered, but Andin who stood in front of Maisya, remained in Arlan's car.

"What time do we leave. Bad luck must be the streets jammed!," timpal Arlan has joined.

"It can be soon, brother. Possibly seben-"

Tinnnn!

Brums!

The sound of a motor sport horn echoed in the yard of Maisya's house. The motorbike driven by a pair of young people, one of which has been awaited by his presence since.

"Where to Lo. We-we're waiting for you to be like salted squid. Uh, wait a minute! How can you be with this kid?" maisya asked confusedly after nagging along the memory lane.

"Sorrys. I stopped by Leon's house to take him with me. No papa, right?" Alya's eyes scanned all the humans before her, as if asking for their approval.

"Gue didn't come, did he? Yes itung-itung for nemenin Andin so as not to be a mosquito repellent. Isn't it Din?"

"Yes, we are leaving. It's our bad luck." Arlan first got into his car, followed by Zifran who got into his own car.

In the car at the wheel of Arlan contains Alya, Andin and Leon. Of course Zifran's car is only filled by the two of them.

Look good just keep two boys. Sometimes the authors are the same. Difficult to arrange.

Their current destination is a vacation to the city of Bandung. The city of choice Maisya. At first Zifran did not agree, but again the absolute decision was in the hands of the girlfriend who said that she wanted to enjoy the cool atmosphere like some time ago when the two of them spent time together.

This time their goal is not to the villa, but a village on the outskirts of Bandung.

Ciwidey. The name of a village located in Ciwidey sub-district of Bandung, West Java. The village is so beautiful with typical views of the countryside and also a place that is visited by many local tourists because the place is so beautiful and cool.

Now Arlan's car is seen entering a building that looks simple and pretty good between the buildings that flank on the right and left side of the building.

Zifran is parked next to Arlan. Many citizens were staring at the arrival of the six of them. Not to forget the admiration of the residents who passed by when they saw who came to their village.

All they knew was the man wearing a black shirt with shorts that was none other than Arlan. Mature and established men who became primadoni for the village girl Ciwidey.

Many of the residents who looked amazed by them (Zifran, Maisya, Alya, Andin and Leon) who wanted to go far from the city to the village.

"Eh, that's the akang, handsome-looking how is that the way?" whispered the mothers who were watching Zifran from a distance.

"She meant?" ask the newly-whispered mother.

"Yes." Yeah."

"The baby's time is lacking, perhaps ma'am," The two laughed giggling.

Suddenly came the young man who had just returned from the rice field to see the woman who was gossiping. "That's the Eneng who wears a pretty hairy bag, Ambu?" A teenage boy joins a group of mothers. Her eyes were on the brunette girl, Alya.

"Hussst, don't bother you Jang. They are city people" said a mother called Ambu to commemorate her son.

In front of the house with bamboo fences, roof tiles, concrete walls and cement floors, Arlan et al have been warmly welcomed by the two parents who have since been waiting for their arrival.

Arlan greeted his mother, then moved on to embrace his father.

"How's Ambu doing, it's healthy, right?" ask Arlan.

"Healthy, Son. This who?" Appoint Arlan's mother towards Zifran et al.

"This is the son of Arlan Mbu's boss, his name is Zifran. This one, his name is Maisya, this is Alya, Andin and the last one is Leon." Arlan told and explained one by one to his Ambu.

"So this is Mr Arya's son?" asked the middle-aged man to make sure.

"Truck sir. I am Zifran his son Mr. Arya, "His hand is outstretched saluting. Followed by Maisya et al.

"Okay. Call Abah or son. Let it be like Arlan, "pinta the man with a thick Sundanese tone.

"Let's go in! Consider it your own home, do not hesitate. But I'm sorry, if our house is like this," the middle-aged woman continued in humbling words.

"Thank you Ma'am" said Zifran politely.

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Zifran and others rested their bodies in an Arlan room that was not too large and only inhabited one medium-sized bed. One cupboard with a width of one meter and a half with a height of two meters. And don't forget Arlan's study table is still neatly arranged there.

Zifran, Arlan and Leon lay their bodies on the bed. Soon Zifran got up and glanced at Arlan. "Pinjem holster Lo dong, Ar. I don't feel like I'm a gini. So tortured."

Arlan got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Lo just grab it in the top cupboard." then drop it again.

Zifran's running according to Arlan's instructions.

"He why Om?" Leon's gaze stared at Zifran's strange. Then switch to Arlan.

"You know! He said clamp the zipper," he said with his eyes closed.

"Yahuahaha. How sick are you?" Imagining makes Leon shudder in pain in between his booming laughter.

While the laughing man looked at his sad little sister in the bathroom.

"What a pity your fate is, son." Zifran looked at the sister.