Trapped in Love with Casanova

Chris is better than you.

After delivering, Maisya returned home. Finally, Zifran decided to return to the office to busy himself so as not to think too much about it. But instead of forgetting, Zifran actually remembered all the conversations between them. As strong as avoiding reality, he is still a breng* man who will forever remain that way.

During his time in the office, all the work he handled was in fact the same always did not make him forget the events of today. All the shadows and words, Amel still clearly crossed his mind until, Arlan who had to intervene helped everything that became firmly Zifran.

While leaning his body on the chair, Zifran turned on the lighter, then burned the cigarette flanked by his two fingers. The object that he left a few months ago, now needed his presence again to accompany the turmoil in his heart at this time.

Every puff of smoke that was exhaled made Zifran seem to sink into a moment of tranquility. Not just a stick, but already three Zifran sticks sit and spend the nicotine object with a blank look at the ceiling of his study until the presence of Arlan who steps firmly approaching.

"Lo is actually why the hell? Are there any more problems?" Arlan pulled the chair, sat his body there.

"Lo habit if you go in never knock on the door first is not polite," decak Zifran put the rest of his cigarettes in his place. Why are you here?" Instead of answering, he asked back to Arlan.

"Not to divert the conversation. Do you know who Lo is? You can't hide anything from me, Fran. I understand who you are" said Arlan urged Zifran to tell him.

Zifran ruffled hair in frustration. "Right now I have another problem, Ar," said Zifran rubbed his face violently.

"Lo tells me the same story, do not Lo Pendem alone because it can not solve the problem."

"But I don't know what's really going on, just like I know nothing. And Lo want to happen when Lo nyariin me at the club?" Arlan nodded. "At that time I had made a big mistake with Maisya because I betrayed him."

"meaning? If that's the obvious story, Fran."

"Gue fucked another girl, Ar. I was drunk and I didn't know it." Zifran was honest and still kept the fact that he was going to be a Papa. He did not want to see the disappointment of his best friend. Putting your face between the folds of both hands.

"Ah, crazy lo, Fran!" arlan said in surprise after hearing the man's words. Arlan, who was sitting down, immediately got up, stared at Zifran. "Lo is crazy, no brain! Now if I believe this, who is sick? Maisya, Fran!" maki Arlan rattles with her best friend's behavior.

"Gue knows I'm wrong. I don't want this to happen either. But I was framed, Ar. My drink is given stimulant drugs, so what can I do? After that I didn't want anything else and when I woke up... Arrggghh, shit! I will not forgive him," said Zifran who looks emotional, even to continue the story he was not able to re-imagine the betrayal.

Arlan sees Zifran can only condemn the stupidity of his superiors who always act as they please without thinking about the consequences afterwards. The man warned repeatedly, but his words were never ignored.

"Keep, is she pregnant now and asking for your responsibility, Fran? That's why you turned into a kayak?"

Ukuk!

Ukuk!

Ukuk!

A question that succeeded in making Zifran choking on cigarette smoke that he smoked. Repeatedly the man patted his chest and felt hot. Put the rest of the cigarettes he just burned back on the table.

"Kok Lo know?" zifran asked looking at Arlan with curiosity.

"Lo is the true waji*ngan, Fran. Tega Lo confessed it there Maisya. This time I did not interfere with this kind of business. I'm honestly disappointed in you. Oh, come on, I'm back. Long time together lo, I'm afraid of khilaf for non-jok face. I hope you can finish this well."

Before leaving, Arlan patted him on the shoulder, Zifran gave strength to the companions.

"SORRY NN!" zifran shouted after Arlan's departure from his room.

And prang!!!!

The workbench made of glass instantly shattered into pieces with broken glass scattered everywhere as a result of Zifran hitting it with all his might. All the items on the table fell on the floor.

With fresh blood pouring profusely soaked the floor bluish-white because of the glass flakes he held. Even the destruction of the table is not so meaningful when compared to the destruction of his heart at this time. Letting the blood continue to come out of the scratched wound.

Not until there, Zifran again floated the chair previously occupied by Arlan haphazardly the direction that hit the figura on the right side wall

Prangs!!

A voice rang out in the room again. But it can be seen by Arlan who is in the side room.

Not long ago, the sound of a cell phone that was between piles of paper mingled with glass. Zifran picked it up, directly pressing the green icon button to lift.

"Ha-hello" Zifran stammered as he held tightness in the chest.

".........."

"I'm I still a lot of work that-"

".........."

"All right, I'll be home soon."

Zifran quickly got up and immediately put his phone in his suit pocket while walking out of the room that looked like a broken ship. Screaming around without anyone cleaning it.

"Where are you going?" tanya Arlan saw Zifran's departure.

"home."

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"How's it going, Mama, Pa?" asked Zifran when he reached his mother's room.

Arya who saw her son walking closer immediately got up from her seat.

"Why Mama can-"

Plaque!!

Suddenly Zifran's words stopped when Papa Arya's hand landed smoothly on his cheek making Zifran turn due to a slap so strong that his Papa.

"Why, Papa slapped me?" rubbing his injured lips.

"Basic children do not know themselves! You've humiliated Papa with your be*jat behavior, Fran! What do you want? Do you want to see us die with this behavior of yours?!" maki Papa Arya was already unable to resist the emotions that controlled her.

"I don't know what Papa means. Why did Papa slap me?" ask the man to wonder.

Plaque!

For the second time Zifran received the same treatment.

"Because of you, my wife almost died! Are your eyes blind?! You didn't see your mother lying there. Huh!" Papa Arya pointed towards the bed.

"Why are you doing this to us, Fran?!" With a high tone, the middle-aged man vented all the emotions he had been suppressing since.

"Already, Pa. It's free for you to hit Zifran like that. After all, everything that has happened will not be repeated," said Mama Sarah saw a dispute between the two.

"Mama don't be too defensive this child doesn't know himself. He will continue to humiliate us with his animal-like attitude because because because of him, you are like this" he told his wife.

"But not in this way, Pa. We can talk about it all right."

Zifran who understood where their speaker was heading could only bow his head not daring to look at his Mama's face. The woman was hurt because of her behavior.