MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
151. Vaaaa
Zaki stepped up the stairs with careful steps. Arriving on the second floor, Zaki's eyes rest on Cyra's adorable closed face. He smiled looking at the slightly open mouth, plain as the girl was asleep.
Naas, Zaki was less tall lifting his legs until finally the tip of his foot tripped on the floor. Zaki's body seemed to float in the air and staggered forward. As much as possible Zaki hugged the body tightly in his carrier so as not to fall.
Duk!
Damnit damnit! Cyra did not fall to the floor, but the shoots of her head became a victim, mocked the door of the room.Zaki's legs are now in a slightly bent position to hold Cyra's body not slammed.
“Aw!” Cyra whimpered and her eyelids were open, though her eyes were red. His right hand rubbed his stumbling head with a shrunken nose. “Zaki, what the hell? How did my man get taped to the door?” protests whining.
The cup!
Instead of answering, Zaki kissed Cyra on the cheek.
“Zaki! Pain nih palaku.” Cyra pressed her palm against Zaki's lips as the man was about to land the kiss a second time.
“Turunin!” whining Cyra.
“Neot saying thanks? I'm the one who lifted your weight here. You fell asleep in the car. Fortunately I did not throw in the streets,” ketus Zaki then remove Cyra's body just like that.
It was fortunate that Cyra was able to quickly land her feet on the floor and balance her body so as not to fall. Zaki released his body carelessly. Fortunately Cyra was agile.
“Ya I'm home.” Zaki's back on the body.
“Still yes!”
“Come down,” ketus Zaki without turning.
“Ngapain? You're tired of carrying me here, why are you told to go down?” Cyra looked at Zaki who was already in the middle of the stairs.
“You don't?” ketus Zaki again.
“You what?”
“Ijab qobul.”
Cyra. Zaki if again sewot menjawab also like nyeleneh. Cyra finally runs after Zaki. Rather than Zaki's frustration, Cyra complies with the boy's will.
Arriving outside, Zaki opens the car door perched in the yard of the house. He bowed his body and took something in the car.
Zaki pulled out a bag of plastic. “Bring this, eat it!” The man handed Cyra a plastic bag.
“Make me?”
“Make your grandmother. Yeah, make you, Cyra. There were two grilled fish. Make your mama too.”
“Ooh... Thanks.” Cyra smiled broadly.
“Yes, I'm home.” Zaki got into the car with his face flat.
Cyra bent down so that her gaze was on par with Zaki who was already sitting at the wheel.
“Dadaaah's chat... Don't forget to dream of me, yes!” Cyra nyengir's.
Zaki glanced at it. “Usually I like kuntilanak dream if fit again eneg gini.”
Cyra pursed her lips.
The corner of Zaki's lips was slightly interested in looking at Cyra's adorable expression. Then he pulled the car out of Cyra's yard.
Cyra observes Zaki's car missing entering the garage of the man's house. Then he opened the contents of the plastic, smelling a pleasant aroma that came out of the plastic.
“Hmm... Nests. Incidentally the stomach fits the laper again. Thank’s prospective husband.” Cyra muttered then ran inside the house.
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