MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
168. Incredibly
“Mama... How, so seriously?” Cyra did not want to look bellied in front of Zaki. All her life, her mother never spoke that seriously. And it was the first time he had heard his mother express words of meaning.
“Ya already, you go there same Zaki. Kasian Zaki has been waiting for a long time.”
Cyra nodded. His gaze turned to look at Zaki as a form of solicitation.
Zaki stood up and said goodbye to Andini who was immediately agreed by his future father-in-law. Cyra follows Zaki to the outside and enters the car.
Arriving at the boutique, Zaki and Cyra go straight to the boutique owner. The boutique owner immediately called his employees to give away the clothes that had been ordered.
Cyra welcomed the clothes. He handed Zaki's clothes with a smile.
“Cobain, gih!” cyra.
“You were the one who tried you. After that it was just me.”
“Yes, I tried it first.” Cyra took her clothes to the dressing room.
Zaki was waiting by the door. He smiled as he imagined Cyra wearing a kebaya that would be used right at the time of the ijab qobul. That girl must be funny making a kebaya. Cyra never wore a kebaya, so what would happen if the girl's body was wrapped in such clothes?
Zaki turned his head as the door nearby opened. Cyra out. Zaki was stunned looking at Cyra who was standing before him wearing a kebaya. Zaki's guess is wrong, it turns out that Cyra is not as funny as he imagined. Even what Zaki saw now was like it wasn't Cyra. The girl looked elegant and more mature wearing a kebaya. Well-favoured. So pretty.
“Helow! How, even dumbass?” Cyra broke Zaki's daydream. “Where?”
“Cantics.” Zaki stutters.
“I mean, this is a zipper in the back, can you go up? From earlier asked, instead of realizing it even bengong.” Actually, Cyra had asked Zaki to raise the zipper on his back, but as a result of being dumbfounded, Zaki did not hear Cyra's voice.
“Ooh..” Zaki circled Cyra's body and his hands stretched out to raise the zipper on her back.he didn't even realize that Cyra had been questioning her so coolly.
“Then, anyway? Can not?” cyra protest that began to be uncomfortable because he felt the zipper on his back never peregrak up.
“You're weird too, why use a zipper on the back anyway, Ra? Wear a rep, right? Use the buttons in front why?”
“But.”
“Totally long? You are looking at my back, are you?”
“This is stuck, Ra.”
“Kok, can I snag?”
“You don't know where?”
“Where are they?”
“In your bra.”
“Heh?” Cyra widened and suddenly turned her body, now facing Zaki. “Don't let me be embarrassed. So my bra looks good, dong.”
“Red color,” say Zaki lightly, no load.
Oh, my God, Zaki's been mocking. Cyra's face turned red. “Yes, there is no need to push the zipper. What matters is that it fits in my body. Pas, kok.” Cyra ran back into the dressing room.
Zaki smiled while shaking his head. Girls are complicated, in terms of fashion alone complicated for mercy.
Before long Cyra came out, this time wearing a white wedding dress, long sleeved but hollow, her subordinates slightly expanded with beautifully twisted ends and dragged on the floor.
Incredibly, Cyra looked even more beautiful wearing the dress. Ah, there was no need for Cyra to try one by one, she deserved to wear any kind of clothes. Cyra's ideal posture makes it difficult to determine the type of clothing.
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