Trapped in Love with Casanova

Daniel misses

"Sore, so take a walk, right? Anyway it has to be! You see I am curious about this village he said here many more viral places in social media. I really want to go there," Maisya's story is non-stop.

"Yes be. But we're waiting for Arlan because he's the only one who knows the ins and outs of this village." Pause. "Yes, pinjem your phone dong." Zifran raised his hand.

"What's brother doing?"

"Create photo. Where's the phone."

Maisya picked up the phone in the Sling bag that she placed on the side.

"More. Ati-ati, don't fall down. If I'm jorokin Lo at Empang let me make a fish empan."

Here they are at the moment. In a fish pond that is not too wide that is behind the yard of Arlan's house. From earlier the two were there somehow long until the grass they were sitting on was unable to wake up again aka dead awful.

"You are getting more and more fierce the Yang. Make love know not." Zifran shifted his seat to get closer to Maisya.

"Follow to the bentur Lo's brain getting sliding, brother. Why do you talk more alay. Not worth the age of Lo," the girl quipped.

"Why is it the same age? Age can be old, but energy is still okay. The evidence can make you sigh, right?" whisper Zifran at the end of the sentence.

Between joy and shame, Maisya covered her face with her palm. That's true what lovers say. He was always made to float by every touch that the man gave. No doubt after their hot activities, he always sleeps first.

"Udah cepetan, he said he wanted a photo. Intar keburung come the brutes can bother all," concluded Maisya.

Zifran tightened his body to get closer to Maisya, embracing her lover's soft shoulder. Not to forget, Zifran turned his lips to Maisya's cheek with a focused gaze to the camera. The green scenery of the rice field becomes the background.

Checkered

One pose they get.

"Cock your lips are a manyun anyway Yang?" zifran Protest.

"Everyone playing nyosor doesn't use cue."

"I should think gini!" Maisya snatched the phone from Zifran's hand and immediately kissed the man's lips impromptuly.

Checkered

One pose was caught on camera. Soon Maisya stopped him.

"You are so nafsuan Yang."

"Diem or I get Lo's head down." Shame on his own self-worth.

Glondengs!

"Woy! Noon don't pervert. In the catfish catapult Lo both!" arlan shouted not far from those who had just thrown the zinc roof.

"Emang dedemit Lo yes. Surprise me," annoyed Zifran. "Ro's Napain here?" ask Zifran with a sewot tone.

"You both want to go for a walk. What time is it now?!"

"It's only three o'clock" said Zifran to rise from his seat.

"Yes, it's me going there." With a tone of annoyance because the dueling event with Maisya had to be interrupted. "Let's wake up. Want a sister to stay or a sister to drag," joked Zifran who is not serious with his words.

Maisya snorted in annoyance and immediately got up from her seat.

"There's a model guy like elo. No romance at all with a boyfriend.."

"So romantic he said like an alay boy, how the hell are you," his grunt went hand in hand.

Arriving at Arlan's house, they immediately get ready to start a new adventure in the village of Ciwidey.

Because the weather there is very hot and friendly, Maisya chose to wear jeans on the knee with oversize oblong shirts and sweaters to complete his appearance. While Alya and Andin wear long jeans with his oversize t-shirt

Out there, the three men had been pacing around waiting while issuing words of pearl because they were tired of waiting. Especially if waiting for uncertain certainty is more painful.

"They're inside on a very long time ago. At the intention of leaving what is not," Zifran grumbled that had been nagging since.

Arlan and Leon who heard her grunt even hit the man. The three stood leaning his body on the side of the car while playing the phone. Now they seem to familiarize themselves with each other.

"Wait long, huh?" ask the one who arrives with clothes that really test the faith of the men. Especially the current Zifran.

They looked at each other from top to bottom. Can't believe what they saw.

"You-you"

"Not pretty?" maisya asked smilingly looking at Zifran with her stupid face. The girl twisted her body, showing Zifran her appearance.

With a quick movement Zifran closed the eyes of the two men together.

"You're shit. Change the pants!" zifran orders without releasing his hand. Where could he possibly let the two humans enjoy the free scenery that was in his lover.

"Why? It's hot, so I'm using this."

Without Maisya knowing, not only the weather is hot, but Zifran also feels hot due to his actions.

If not in place, Zifran would gladly accept it all.

"You guys again, it's like a tooth instead of being reprimanded, it's even being let go. How the hell are you!" the man scolded the two friends of Maisya who had been behind the girl.

"Well, we're gonna have to, too, sir." Alya couldn't take it.

"But change your pants, or we don't go" said Zifran with threats.

"No, brother."

"Yes, or go nowhere."

The humans who witnessed the overly possessive Zifran rolled their eyes panted. Among the four of them, Arlan thought since when humans like Zifran do not like to look at women who wear clothes like Maisya.

"Yes, yes, I'll change. But so go huh? Pliss!" Maisya looked at Zifran pleading.

"Hem."