Casanova's Last Port
Drama Without Text

"Zayden, don't you go to the toilet?" zayn asked and answered a nod by Zayden.

The two went to the toilet without any escort, as some of the other men had gone first because of being called the boss.

"Zayden, here," Zayn said.

Zayn's eyeball kept moving researching the entire passageway.

Zayden approaching.

"Why are you Zayn?" ask Zayden.

"Slow down your voice" Zayn's index finger stuck to the front of his lips.

"Why?" ask Zayden.

Zayn didn't tell Zayden his intentions.

Zayden's mouth too often can't be controlled.

"You go in first!" get Zayn.

"Okay," Zayden went straight into the toilet.

Not all entered, Zayden's head back nongol.

"Bargan aja yuk. I'm afraid of this" Zayden lamented.

"The bocil base," Zayn said.

"You're also a leak" said Zayden sewot.

"But I'm brave, if you?" zayn responded.

The toilet door was shut hard because Zayden was upset with Zayn.

Zayn continues the mission.

"Hhhmmmm," Zayn nodded his head alone.

"The area is also home, the breadth is like a football match stadium," murmured Zayn.

As he was engrossed in observing everything, Zayn was startled by a pat on his shoulder.

"Little Hayden, Hui" greeted someone with a baritone voice from behind Zayn.

Zayn turned to the source of the voice.

Zayn smiled cynically towards that person.

"Have you ever met your daddy?" tanyakanya.

"Or don't you don't know who your daddy is?" continued.

"Wantas? What is your business, sir?" answer Zayn.

"Did that hurt you?" Zayn.

"Ha.ha... You are indeed a true son of Hayden," he exclaimed with a sigh.

"Whose uncle?" telisik Zayn's.

"What's? You call me uncle? Call me uncle" he asked.

"Don't uncle mean uncle? It's the same, '" said Zayn.

"Zayn, who is this uncle?" ask Zayden who just came out of the toilet.

Zayn shrugged both of his shoulders, "Where do I know, ask yourself," Zayn passed and immediately went into the toilet.

"Whose uncle?" ask Zayden.

"I'm your Daddy's friend" he replied.

"Daddy? I don't have Daddy. He went out to sea" Zayden exclaimed.

"To the sea?" asked the man in wonder.

"Yes, his brother he never came" Zayden continued. The man also took a sign of understanding.

"Don't you want to see your Daddy?" he asked and answered Zayden's head.

"I want my good uncle to be my father" cried Zayden.

"Huh? Me?" the man pointed to himself.

"No, that uncle is not my good uncle" Zayden exclaimed.

The man raised his eyebrows next to her.

"Zayden, let's go back" Zayn, who just came out of the toilet, immediately took Zayden.

"Where to go? To home?" look at Zayden to aeah Zayn.

"Eh, uncle. Why the hell make us come here if just tell in the room. Uncle is poor? Don't have toys? Tired of knowing" said Zayden without a semicolon.

"Poor? Sorry yes, uncle this is a rich man" exclaimed the man.

"The rich have no toys. What rich? Rich monkey?" burok Zayden's.

"Take a look at you," the man chased after the two laps that had run from their original place.

"Sir, there's a phone call" said the strapping man who was blocking the path of the man who was chasing Zayn and Zayden.

"Well, which room was mom's with the aunt?" Zayden was wailing in any direction.

"Zayn, are we lost? Mama's with aunt? Are they going to cry, because they can't find us" Zayden said.

"Isssshhh can be quiet? It was noisy, "Zayn said in an irritated tone.

Zayn walked over to look at the room after room in the house.

"Zayn, we're going!" take Zayden who seems to have forgotten the whereabouts of mama and aunt.

Zayden's eyes looked towards a room that caught his attention.

"Wait," exclaimed Zayn who was distracted because of Zayden's actions.

"Wooooowwww, the toy palace," exclaimed Zayden with great enthusiasm.

Play ground in the mall aja less extensive the same here.

No excuse, Zayden just walked in.

"The bocil base," Zayn said.

"I'm not a leak" Zayden said.

"Like toys, especially if not a leak?" Zayn.

"We're looking for mom and aunty. We have to get out of this place" Zayn said firmly.

"Isn't it delicious here? Lots of toys anyway," Zayden reluctantly went from there.

"As far as you go, I'll go back to my room" Zayn refused.

"Issshhhhh no fun," said Zayden sewot.

Zayn knows a lot of cctv cameras in every corner of the room. It was very difficult if there was any intention of escaping from this house.

"Where are you guys? Don't make mama anxious," welcome Helena as the twins enter the room.

"Turn around mah" tell Zayden.

"Well, I want to go home. I don't have a Zayn toy here. Even though there are so many toys," said Zayden complained.

"How's Zayden doing? I don't know where this is," said Helena.

"I want to go home Mah," a cloudy look on Zayden's face. A cloudy day that will soon rain.

Helena is confused as to what to answer. Because they left the house at the whim of Helena who wanted to avoid Hayden.

"Will uncle be good to what house?" tears are starting to fall.

"Cemen this leaked time," Zayn said.

"Zayn..," Helena looked at Zayn, making Zayn no longer make fun of Zayden.

Helena was silent, thinking of how to get away from this luxurious mansion.

"What if we play a drama?" bi Ijah's proposal seemed to get a brilliant idea.

"the dorm? Don't joke ah," refused Helena.

"Seriously," Bi Ijah replied.

"This is approaching all," asked Bi Ijah to make the three docked.

"We're playing a drama" Bi Ijah repeated his proposal.

"Bi, we are in a situation that is not okay, you know" Helena denied.

"I knew. We can't just be let out of here" Bi Ijah said.

"Continue?" tukas Zayn chimed in and believed that Bi Ijah was reliable enough for this time.

Bi Ijah revealed his plan.

"When you get caught how?" doubt Helena.

"It hasn't been tried but give it up first" said Zayn and the mother.

"As you know, there are hundreds of cctv cameras in this house" but Zayn did not find a surveillance camera in the room.

For Helena, it would be very difficult to run away from that place. Moreover, Helena must ensure that Bi Ijah and twins are safe.

"Ohhhhhh my stomach hurts," complained Bi Ijah by shouting while holding his stomach.

Zayn was pushed out of the room to look for the housekeeper.

"Please..please..," Zayn cried until it echoed in every room.

Some men approached.

"Hey you, what's up?" ask the man who was kicked in the center of his body by Zayn before going to the toilet.

"Please uncle, my aunt has a stomachache" Zayn told an anxious mimic.

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