MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
100. Like Komodo
How, Zaki's voice is different? Like the sound of komodo gini? Cyra kept the phone away from her ears and stared at her phone screen. Heih's? Why did Cyra call Kiwol? Oh my, wrong push.
“Ah, by Wool. Wrong smabung me!”
“Ha ha haaaa..” Laughter Kiwol across exploded. “Means if you want a real call. Just put on your eyes lo.”
Cyra had no time to respond. He pushed the red button and then reopened the register. This time his eyes are more observant and his thumbs are more careful, his eyes pay attention to the name of Zaki with focus so as not to miss the trigger again. Fortunately, it was just straying to Kiwol's number. If stray to the number of lecturers other than Zaki, it can be complicated business.
Ah, crap! Zaki's phone is off. Cyra throws the phone to the dashboard. Occasionally patting roundabout irked. He even honked many times as he stopped at a red light.
Plis, Zaki, don't go yet! Oh, my God, is this a really old red light?
Cyra insists her car is tight when the lights have turned green.
All tastes keep messing up his mind. I don't know, who should Cyra be mad at? If only he had been given time to meet with Zaki, he would have punched the man, the man who had secretly abandoned him. Why isn't Zaki saying goodbye? Why doesn't he want to fight for love together? Is this a way out of their problems? Play escape without excuse. What is Zaki thinking?
Ughhhh…
Cyra really wants to ruffle Zaki's body. Put one hand of Zaki at home, and the other to wc angkot terminal.
Arriving at the airport, Cyra scatters looking at the departure. Like a lost person, he downstream-mudik looking for the existence of Zaki. He even asked airport employees, check in counters about the scheduled departure to neighboring countries, and his body immediately felt limp when he heard the answer that the plane to Malaysia had taken off ten minutes ago.
Oh my God, Cyra screamed in her heart. Wanna cry. But if his mouth is so in a public place, he feels ashamed. Forced to only hold back by biting the lower lip.
“Mbak, don't swipe on the floor. It's gross!” he was the one who passed by, reminding him.
Cyra widened and found herself sitting on the floor. Hurry Cyra run ngibrit.
With a limp step, Cyra stepped out of the airport area. Zaki's phone is off. It turned out that the man was already in the air. Tega, You, Zaki!
Zaki has dropped Cyra's hopes just like that. At that moment Cyra really felt fragile. Like being dropped from a height. There was also a gaping wound that did not bleed. When her parents open the door for their relationship, Zaki leaves. If it is so far away, what else can be expected? Could they be in a different country forever? Could their relationship continue?
Cyra deeply regrets Zaki's sudden, even unilaterally, decision. If only Zaki could be patient just a moment, maybe they would not be separated.
Cyra heard her phone ringing as she was already sitting in the car. Cyra was answering the phone. His organs feel weak, it feels like there is no more energy to lift the phone. But on the second ring, he finally answered the phone without seeing the caller ID.
“Halo...” Og Cyra with gender in dashboard.
“Cyra!”
Cyra's eyes instantly widened. Without seeing the identity on the phone screen, Cyra already knew who the owner of the voice was.
“Zaki?” Cyra hysterical. Unknowingly her taper fingers ***details roundabout. This means that Zaki is not on the plane, proof that the man can call.
TB