MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
12. Not Knowing Yourself
Cyra sucked the juice. Waiting for the class to start, he chose to relax for a while in the cafeteria. Every now and then his gaze headed towards the sweet circular watch in hand. He went to the campus to ride Rere's duck motorcycle, so he reached the campus. Because the car is being serviced, as a result must ride the Rere.
Suddenly the glass shifted. Cyra raised her face, looking at the perpetrator. Lightly shifted his glass while he was sucking the juice. Now the tip of the straw that was stuck in his mouth hit the air, while the liquid that was sucked up was blurred.
“Zaki? Uh, Mr Zaki?” Cyra swallows saliva. The straw in his mouth fell onto the table.
“I want to talk!”
“My name?”
“Not your mom. Yes same to you,” sewot Zaki is very typical.
“But...”.
Zaki tugged at Cyra's wrist before Cyra finished her sentence. That morning the canteen was empty. So that no one saw Zaki groping Cyra.
“Eh, Iha kok play pull like this?” Cyra confusion. “Father can phone me if there is need.” Cyra then mentions her mobile number, eleven digits and is easy to memorize. “ No need to pull gini if by phone.”
Zaki removed Cyra's wrist as it crossed the corridor, afraid that anyone would notice. It would be strange if a lecturer tugged at the hands of his students. Cyra stopped his steps.
“Cute me!” snapping Zaki makes Cyra spontaneously step back to follow Zaki into the man's room.
Cyra entered the room and looked at Zaki who was on his back.
After quite a while Zaki took a breath, rubbing a rough face, Zaki finally turned his head, looking at Cyra with a murderous look.
“Mau?” Cyra offered her the candy she had just ripped out of her pants pocket. I don't know what silly question he just asked. After this Zaki will probably ride black and get angry at him. Or even pinned his head. Huh, don't let that happen.
Zaki rejected Cyra's hand that was sticking out toward him. The candy fell to the floor. If you only know felled, meningan not offered.
“Iya, I'm angry.” Zaki looked increasingly furious.
“Ya, angry why?”
“Because I don't like you. I don't like sloppy humans like you. I don't like college students not knowing themselves like you. I don't like everything that's on you.”
Cyra's stunned. Don't know yourself? Yes, he doesn't know himself. Without Zaki saying it, Cyra already knew. How many times has he kissed the teacher?
“It seems that you are a lecturer, take care of emotions. Later can be pounded by rame-rame students if angry mulu.” Cyra does not know that the sentence will actually bring the situation to be better or vice versa. Not surprisingly, Zaki if again emotions make his opponent die of fleas. If only Zaki's status was not a lecturer, Cyra would have avenged Zaki with a series of words that made his opponent gedeg abis.
“Only you know that I am angry with you.” Zaki said each of his words with great emphasis.
“I can ngadu to temen-temen.”
“I don't care. You got it wrong so got angry.”
“Iya, but you tell me first why suddenly you become angry is not clear gini? If it's just an excuse you don't like, you can say it from the beginning. It's not new now that you told me, is it?” Cyra smirked hoping that Zaki's anger was thinning.
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T o b e c o n t i n u e d
L o v e ,
E m a S h u