Trapped in Love with Casanova

Finally there is a clue

"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.

"Well, what does Mama want? All of this was because Mama was overindulging him until he did this!"

The sound of a fight ensued, the atmosphere in the room got turned hot due to the uncontrolled anger of Papa Arya. Even persuading the wife can not muffle the situation until the bathroom door opens to reveal someone from behind the door.

"You!" Zifran's hands were clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white by the impact of Zifran's fingernails that began to extend. Even the roar of his breath was hot as he watched the woman he was so familiar with walk up to them.

"Home home, Fran?" amel asked casually in a gentle tone as if nothing had happened to them.

"Gapain Lo here, huh!" point Zifran.

Without caring, Papa and his mother were there. With a reddened face, Zifran approached Amel who was halfway.

"Zifran stop!" Papa Arya's stern remarks ordered Zifran to remain in place. But all of that was not touched by Zifran.

"Papa said stop Zifran!" his yell. But still the same, Zifran continued to step closer making Amel confused.

"Gue here just wants my rights, Fran. The rights of my son" Amel replied.

"Lo nantangin me, Mel? You think I'm afraid of Lo's cheap threats, hem?"

"Fran, Son. Don't be like that, Amel is pregnant with your baby." Mama Sarah got up from the bed, approached Zifran who was a few steps from where she lay.

"Fran, Lo can't gini'in me. I'm pregnant again," continued Amel continued to rewind his body as he stared at the unfriendly face of the sudden, Zifran who gripped firmly on Amel's chin "Lo's hands bleed Fran," he said he saw blood dry on Zifran's hands.

"Gue doesn't care! Now you knock that kid out or I'm the one who fucks me! I don't want to have children from girls like elo because the pantes are just Maisya." The cold firm voice was so obvious that the feathers of Amel bristled because of it.

Bugh!

Without mercy, Papa Arya smacks Zifran's face like an infidelity man. Without further ado, the man threw a punch on the child's body until Zifran fell down without a fight.

"Basic child does not know himself! Have you done no responsibility?" Zifran rubbed back the blood that came out from the corner of his lips.

Not only Papa Arya who was angry, but this time Mama Sarah did not stay silent to see her son behaving badly to a woman who was pregnant with her own flesh and blood.

Plaque!

"You are a heartless man, Zifran! We never taught you to be such a coward. And it turns out that's exactly what Amel said. At first Mama hesitated and could not believe if you told her to abort. Butwhat? It turns out that Mama misjudged Mama's own son. My mom is disappointed in you!"

Zifran just smiled here hearing the words of Mama Sarah. He rubbed his injured lips for the third time. Zifran said, "it's up to you to curse or hate me even if I don't care."

"But you can't run away from the responsibilities of being a father. We agreed to marry you to Amel. No or without your consent, Papa doesn't care. All decisions have been made by Papa that next week you will marry Amel" said Papa Arya firmly without objection. Everything there was still riveted, including Zifran.

The afternoon that always brings calmness and peace instantly turns gripping along with the words of the Papa who lost with the passing wind.

Suddenly Zifran's throat felt dry just to swallow saliva was difficult, even cold air because of AC, suddenly hot for him at this time. Zifran who was silent suddenly laughed at himself.

"Haha. It's not funny, Pa. You know for yourself that I only love, Maisya. I won't marry any woman let alone her!" zifran refused.

"Papa's decision is unanimous. Like not liking you You have to do it." Papa Arya's words are no less firm.

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"Si Mae, why Al?" whispered Andin in the middle of an hour of MATHEMATICS.

"Where do I know. From earlier the boy diem continued like he was, he was upset again," replied Alya who turned his head back and whispered.

"Still about yesterday?"

"Maybe."

"Because?" ask Andin curiously. The girl further advanced her body.

"Where do I know, Din's lo-"

"Sir," said Maisya, raising his hand.

Mr. Jo, who was checking the taskbook, looked up, looking at Maisya. "What's up, Maisya?" ask the teacher.

"I'll let you out for a while" Maisya replied.

"Please." Mr. Joe gave Maisya permission.

"Where are you going, Sya? ask Andin.

"To the toilet." Rise up from his seat, out of the row of tables with a gloomy face. Even just smiling is hard.

"No need to." After that Maisya walked out of her classroom which looked silent at that hour.

Walking down the corridor towards the lower floor, Maisya pulled out a cell phone from the pocket of a white shirt, constantly looking for contacts that she could not contact at all overnight. Even her best friend called her to ask the same question.

Tutttt.....

One time missed call.

Tutttt.....

Twice not lifted.

Maisya walked down the stairs while stomping her feet on the floor either how many times she contacted Zifran.

"Lo weird you know. Kemaren went home impromptu. I'm calling you lift. Actually there's what Lo hides from me anyway, brother until Lo no news. I don't feel good knowing."

The girl sat on the fourth step from below while drowning her face in the folds of both hands.

"Who's crying here, Mae?"

Maisya instantly raised her face back as the voice of someone greeted her.

"Lo follow me, Yon?"

Leon sat down next to Maisya.

"Why are you here? Isn't Lo's class still hours of lessons, Joe?" The man leaned his body against the wall and faced Maisya was next to the iron handle of the barrier.

"Gue again find the wind. Lah, what's the elo here?" The movement of Maisya's hand wiped the tears that pooled in his eye sashes.

"Gue ngikutin Lo. I know you're not okay anymore, right?"

While he was listening to the material, he suddenly saw Maisya passing in front of his class with a giant step. Out of curiosity, he finally decided to follow where the girl went.

"Feeling Lo really, Yon. Now I'm waiting for news of brother Zifran that I myself do not know why suddenly he said so without me ngasuh news. I'm afraid he's okay" explained Maisya, Leon as a listener.

"Lo don't try asking Om Arlan about Lo's guy?"

Maisya let out a heavy breath. "Even brother Arlan just call me to find out about brother Zifran. I want to ask who? My number is not. I tried the number too, but it wasn't lifted. That's what worries me about him."

"Now you're thinking positively, Mae. Who knows, he's busy. Really no?"

"But-"

"You don't have to think too much, come with me. Wouldn't you?"

"Where?"

"Stupid. Come on!"

Without permission and approval from the master, Leon immediately withdrew Maisya's hand and descended the stairs together.

"But this is Joe's lesson, Yon." But he kept following where Leon was taking him.

"Udah Lo calm down. I'll be responsible."

Arriving at the parking lot, Leon gave a helmet that is always available on his motorcycle because of the actions of Onad who had asked to be cleared by him.

"Udah," asked Leon to make sure that Maisya had really climbed on the bike.

"Where do you want to take me?"

"Udah do not need to be careless, the important thing is that you do not bother anymore. Hobby grip, apert if fall, can be mated I'm the same girlfriend Lo super nyebelin it."

"Yes, you little prick. Lo find a real chance to be a person," Maisya grumbled just stiffened Leon's jacket."

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"Take me to the cafe anyway. Is there no other place?"

"It's the coolest place to hang out, Sya. Lo mah kudet terribly," reproached Leon with a glass of thirst freshener.

"Yes jug-" Suddenly held back his speech as the mobile phone vibration on the table. "Wait a minute, I'll pick up the phone from the nyokapnya brother Zifran. Don't be noisy" Maisya said, warning his best friend.

"He kept lifting up."

"Hello, Tan," said Maisya.