MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
13. Repeatedly
Instead of fading, Zaki's emotions were rising. A gaze full of emotion coupled with a strong hunting breath, indicated that the man was looking to crush Cyra instantly. His jaw was hardened and his muscular neck was hardened as well.
Oh my, what exactly is Zaki? How, can this be as angry as me? Plis, don't make me confused gini, I could be stressed in the same hanger of mulu as the fierce lecturer, which Cyra admitted is actually very handsome, his posture is also charming. Make girl gemes.
Gaining the look of those horrifying eyes, Cyra stepped back. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the door. Shake up want to run away ngibrit in case Zaki committed a criminal act like the criminals who are often reported on television.
Already many terrible titles that decorate newspapers and media time, it was enough to make Cyra tremble. Cyra had read the hot news title about the campus world, the student was hit by a chair by his lecturer, the student was hung on the duren tree behind the campus which turned out to be the culprit was the lecturer, who was the teacher, student raped by lecturer after his head was taken to the wall. And there are still many other news about students that end horribly. Huh, so sadistic. Cyra was afraid that one of those bad events would happen to her. Zaki is a former fugitive who hasn't been caught yet. Haah, Cyra's mind is so reckless? Suudzon.
Gluey!
Just as Cyra's back hit the wall, she was swallowed by a lump of saliva. Oh my goodness, it hurts in the neck.
Now the fierce face of Zaki is already a bit off from Cyra's face.
Than Berabe, mending escaped. Cyra glanced at the door and then ran away, running away leaving Zaki. But strangely, after running for a few seconds, Cyra's hand could not reach the door. Supposedly by taking just five steps, Cyra was able to cross the door. But what happens now, Cyra's body runs in place. Cyra stopped running when she realized her back collar was tightly gripped by Zaki.
“Don't pull my shirt, my neck is suffocating!” Cyra was forced to retreat so that her neck clothes wouldn't strangle her.
Zaki twisted Cyra's body until the girl's body faced her. “Don't leave before I tell you to leave. I'm not done talking.”
“Iya yes, but take off my shirt.”
Zaki took off Cyra's back shirt.
“Actually what are you discussing?” Cyra frowned.
“Your behavior.”
“Can't not be so fierce with me?” Cyra again swallowed the saliva looking at Zaki's increasingly sharp gaze. Wrong talking again.
“Never provoke my emotions.”
“Iya, sorry. You're angry about which one? Because I brought jengkol to your house, huh? Don't you like it when I'm familiar with your mom? Afraid your mama asked me to be a potential ghost what about?”
“You must change.”
“Change how does it mean?”
“Whatever.” Zaki.
Their eyes were only a few cent. Makes Cyra feel the warm sweep of Zaki's breath on her face.
“Cyra, you've made me mess up.”
“And I was sorry. I won't repeat it again. You..”
Cyra's speech came to a halt as Zaki's lips silenced her. Yassalam, this time Zaki is playing the sosor. Zaki's revenge was resolved.
Cyra's heart was beating so fast that if he had been the culprit before, this time he was the victim. While being the perpetrator, Cyra was calm. But when he was a victim like this, he was nervous not playing.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Everything still passes. Only the crowd outside the room could be heard.
Four minutes.
Zaki held Cyra's hands together as the girl was about to push her chest. In Zaki's hand, Cyra's hand is now unable to wart.
Five minutes.
Zaki pulled back his face. The two look at each other.
A few seconds of empty space. Both of them were silent, no one spoke up. It was as if their eyes were talking. Or even that gaze was like a mutual revelation of what they had just felt together.
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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