MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
153. Failed Total
In essence, Cyra's feelings have changed since the word marriage. The shadow of marriage always danced in Cyra's head. As a result, the shadow of the first night disturbed him, as a result Cyra always groggy continue. Huh, the head is also wrong.
Cyra felt awkward changing her call. Zaki Mas? Haduuh. “Lusa just changed the call, huh? If you are merid.”
“Learn from skearang.”
“Neg. If you are married.”
Zaki finally relented and no longer replied.
“So what can I do about thesis?” ask Cyra.
“You don't want to pesen food first?”
“Not that you were in a hurry, huh?”
“I just don't like long wait.”
Ow. Kirain is urgent. Basic Zaki. Cyra muttering.
“Yes already, if so I pesen.” Cyra called the waiter and ordered food, while Zaki had already ordered first.
Just as they started some bribes, Zaki turned his head, looked at one of the people who had just entered and sat at the table not far from his desk. The man he was watching sat together with his friend. No other Faiz and Arif.
“Lo paid, yes!” arif Strictly.
“Lo-lah.”
“Loh, who's making it here. Why did I pay?”
“Once in a while you pay, Lol. Cook me on, don't be embarrassed what lo every meal paid mulu?” Faiz tapped on the back of his wise hand with his fist.
“Lo just so famous, enter TV again. Cook pay for food in a place like this can't.”
Faiz and Arif looked at each other, feet under the table stepped on each other.
“Mbak, the bill at the table let me pay,” exclaimed Zaki to the waiter who questioned Faiz.
The waiter smiled and nodded politely.
Faiz turned to look towards Zaki. “Eh, Mr Zaki!” Faiz left his desk and pulled up the chair on Zaki's side. “Pak, I'm sitting here, huh? Let the bill be one table only.”
Zaki's breathing was like being held back from hearing that question. Honestly speaking, Zaki did not want his lunch to be interrupted by others, he just wanted to eat together with Cyra. How would a romantic moment be created if there was someone else among them? But looking at Faiz who was already sitting on the seat next to him, there was no way Zaki would throw him away. Forced Zaki to nod with dignity.
“Rif, here!” Faiz waved a hand calling his friend.
Arif leaves the table and sits at the same table as Zaki. He nodded his head respectfully at Zaki.
“What do you eat? Just order!” said Zaki with his style is firm and worthy of respect.
The female servant follows Faiz, moving to Zaki's desk. He stood waiting patiently.
“Asian.” Faiz rolled up the end of his long shirt sleeve and ordered the food he had pointed at the menu list to the waiter.
Arif also ordered food.
“O yes Mr. Zaki, this is Arif, my friend,” Faiz said. As usual Faiz's style of speech is whimpering.
“Hm.” Zaki nodded. He ate slowly, waiting for Faiz's order to come so he could eat together.
After Faiz and Arif's order arrived, Zaki invited the two teenagers to eat food. Arif looks reluctant to eat dishes, his movements look clumsy. While Faiz looked ordinary, even he ate voraciously. His name is also Faiz, whimper and begajulan.
Throughout the meal, Zaki invites Faiz to chat and is greeted with enthusiasm by Faiz. Every single question that Zaki asked, was answered with a long line of sentences that could possibly be a few paragraphs when typed. Faiz seemed very excited and excited to be able to chat with Zaki, the person who had fought with him, as well as being the savior of his college.
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