MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
128. Uncomfortable
“Bik, ask for your Nyonya number, dong!” cyra Pinta.
“Mistress? That means Ms Alya, huh?”
“Iya.”
“Wait a minute I grab my phone first in the room.”
“Don't be long huh, Bik.”
“Ready, Mbak.” Bik Pay walked towards his room, leaving Cyra who immediately threw down the body sitting on the sofa.
Before long Bik Pay appeared carrying a tulalitnya mobile phone aka a mobile phone model of the past whose type of game is snake-transmision. Hp models once slammed seven times is also still fine, even submerged in water is also still willing to light up.
“Patent hp has Bibik,” chirps Cyra staring at bik Pay who is busy looking for numbers on his phone.
“This is Bibik's favorite phone, Ma'am. My aunt won't change. If you use the current model, the touch-touch is mah Bibik does not understand how to use it.”
“ah, Bibik krok, deh. Cook still demen apakai that pubakala model so. If you do not know how to use a new model, here let Cyra ajarin.”
“No, Ma'am. Wear it like this, easy, no more complicated. Well this is the number Bu Alya met.” Bik pay showed Cyra the number on her phone.
Immediately Cyra copied the number of the person he often called the future-in-law. After copying, Cyra's hand trembled as she pressed the number. His feelings raged, but he desperately pushed the number even with an erratic heartbeat.
How could Cyra not be nervous about communicating with her future in-laws? And again, the purpose of the call was to inculcate Zaki. His nose was flushed from his own shame.
“Call no yes?” Cyra hesitated while scratching her non-itchy head. The phone is connected, so go on. Cyra pressed the loudspeaker button and listened to the tut sound of the connected call sign, her eyes closed.
“Mbak want what?” whispered Bik Pay was afraid the phone connection had been connected so he played down his voice.
“Mau nanyain Zaki,” answered Cyra still with closed eyes enjoying his heart beat that is not bad. Gini really want to talk to camer?
“Ooh..” Bik Pay nodded.
“Sopan isn't it about if I call Mama Zaki for nanyain Zaki? Shameful no?” Cyra opened her eyes and looked at Bik Pay.
“No, Cyra. Unabashedly. Auntie even called you. Any, Cyra?”
Huh huh? Cyra stared back at the source of the voice that answered coming from the speaker of his phone, the duration of the phone on the screen was already running. Cyra grinned while banging on the sofa.
Damn the Aunt, it's so good to have someone else upset like this. Cyra bit her lower lip. His face must be flushed now. Fortunately there was no mirror in front of him that could show that red hue on his face.
“E uh... Tan, already connected, yes?” Cyra.
“What's up, son Cyra?” sahut Alya across with a friendly voice.
“You want nanyain Zaki, huh? Didn't you meet Zaki?”
“Neg, tan. Zaki where are you? What is Zaki to Bandung?”
“Loh, does Zaki not know you if he has plans to go to Bandung?”
“No, Tan. His phone is also off until now.”
“Masak, anyway? Aunty has not even contacted Zaki.”
“Try you check at home, Zakinya no?”
“Now I'm at Auntie's house and Zaki is not there, the car is no.”
“Lho lhooo. But I didn't know you, huh?”
Cyra snorted, he bit the tip of his index finger.
“Ya already, later if Zaki's hape already active, let's aunt omelin Zaki. Go, not ngabarin you. Young people now that is, just left for a while already in the fog.”
Well, it's got a ledek. Cyra's face warmed up.
“Ya, Tan. Thanks for the info.”
“Iya, equally.”
Cyra turned off the phone. Her eyes were now out the window. The rain suddenly fell so hard. He stepped up, opened the door and stood on the terrace staring at the rain that was falling so hard.
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