MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
152. Different Aura
Cyra goes through the days with a busy composing thesis, assisted by Zaki. In a short time, Cyra believes the script will be completed quickly, of course thanks to Zaki's hard work. The man is experienced in thesis affairs, he is also insightful, and he is also a lecturer of Cyra, naturally Zaki has no trouble if only helping the thesis.
Cyra walks outside the house while reading the incoming messages on her phone. His smile was drawn wide staring at the message of the Bull's name.
Bullock
Ra, to the usual cafe, yeah!
I have material that needs to be reviewed immediately
Cyra
Okay, sweetie
Cyra smiled obliquely with the skin of a bristling body while writing the word dear. All this time he never wrote down the call for Zaki. It feels so ambiguous and clumsy on its own.
Shortly a reply from Zaki went into his phone. Cyra clasped the phone tightly without reading it first, her heart racing. What about Zaki's reply after he said the word dear? Will Zaki also call her with a call of affection? Haduuuh. Cyra's heart began to explode.
Slowly Cyra turned her phone that had been slouched in the palm of her hand. Then read the incoming message
Bullock
Chivy
Cyra. Oh, my God, no romantic guy. Kirain would have bales say darling, uh don't know it's a doang. Buseeto!
Cyra
Ja
There was no reply from Zaki. Cyra rushes towards the garage and pulls out the car. Along the way, Cyra thinks of Zaki's sometimes nagging attitude. What if she became her husband? Is Zaki going to be a good husband?
Hah, Cyra's mind is so far away? How not? Zaki would always mention marriage every time he was with her, Cyra came to mind.
Shortly after, Cyra's car arrived at his destination. He goes straight into the cafe and searches for Zaki. His eye beads scan every table, lest anyone ever get wrong again. He must ensure Zaki's whereabouts.
Cyra sauntered towards one of the tables when she found the figure she was looking for. Zaki raised his face and looked at Cyra who pulled the chair in front of him.
“Udah long?” cyra asked as she looked at Zaki's face that looked bitter. Either bete or it is so visible from the sonna.
“Nggak.” Zaki shakes. “So stop by first what?”
“I came straight here, really. What a long time, huh? It was not able to speed because the vehicle was solid. “Sorry, don't get mad ya, Zaki!”
Zaki stared at the expression of Cyra who always looked bright unpretentious, seria and not boring.
“Can you call me not directly that name?” zaki protested with a flat expression while chewing the beans.
“So?”
“As far as you want to call me what, as long as you don't directly name.”
Cyra turned the eyeball, thinking. What does Zaki mean? Does he have to call Zaki with his father like any other student?
“Cyra, your script won't last long, really. And I'm your future husband. I won't wait long to ask you, so don't call me Zaki. Call me Mas Zaki.”
Cyra looked into Zaki's eyes. At that moment, Cyra's heart felt racing. Lately, I don't know why Cyra is always nervous every time she looks into Zaki's eyes. The closer they get to the day they call marriage, the more misbehaving and nervous Cyra becomes of Zaki. It was like he had a different aura.
TB