MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
178. Limp Deh
Cyra's eyes widened staring at the wall clock in front of her eyes, it was already 10:50 pm. Cyra flinched and immediately put down the empty glass that she had just gulped down. He had just spent time hanging out with his family and relatives who had come from out of town in the living room. And now he was in the dining room shortly after saying goodbye to all the relatives who were still gathered when he left. She was still wearing a wedding dress that she had not been able to change.
Where's Zaki? That's all that came into Cyra's head. He does not want to be cheated, do not let Zaki first enter the bridal room, Cyra must first be in the penagntin room before Zaki. Because Cyra will definitely be wrong when entering the room noticed by Zaki. It's better that Cyra is paying attention to Zaki isn't it?
Cyra stepped wide leaving the dining room. His steps stopped when he passed Andini in the doorway.
“Lho, Cyra is still here? Kirain went into the room. Get in that room! Change your clothes!” andini Tegur.
Cyra nodded.
“This is your first night, make it a special night. Item time Zaki has been waiting in the room,” continued Andini makes the heart of Cyra pounding incoherently.
“I change clothes first, Ma. Hot wear this dress.”
“Iya. Go!”
Cyra left her mother and climbed the stairs. Arriving on the second floor, he even became like a person losing his mind. For a moment he stood in front of the door of his closed room. I don't know why his heart is beating. Cyra was ashamed of herself.
Finally Cyra recklessly, his hand stuck out holding the door knob and then turned it around. Just as the door opened a little, his heart was pounding. He peeked inside.
Uugh. There's no one. Zaki's not in the room. For a moment Cyra's gaze circulated to the rest of the room. He was amazed to look at his room that looked much different, conjured with interesting decorations. Beds are sown with red flowers, mattresses complete with blankets look luxurious with the impression of gold color. Perfect, the room looks very beautiful and eye-catching.
Ah, Cyra had no time to enjoy the beauty of her room. He has to move fast tonight. He rushed into the room and pulled a towel from the hanger and ran to the bathroom. His only goal now was to take a quick shower, he would not linger in the bathroom as usual so that he was done all the time Zaki caught up with him going into the room. Sweat that sticks to his body makes him feel sultry and quickly flush the body's skin with water.
After showering with a lightning move, Cyra hurriedly exited the bathroom with a twisting of a towel on her body.
Cyra's eyes widened to look at Zaki who had just entered and now the man was standing tenderly at the door after closing it. The man was still wearing his bridal suit. Cyra's heart ran around realizing her husband was staring at her intensely. Cyra bumbling. Her appearance was now really uncomfortable to look at even though it was actually halal for Zaki to look at her.
Cyra saw Zaki's hand move like he was locking a door knob. Cyra's heart was pounding. Then Cyra turned her face as her eyes collided with Zaki. He hurriedly opened the closet to look for sleepwear. She remembers her mother saying that this was her first night with Zaki. Geez, why is Cyra this big? What's wrong with her?
Cyra took her clothes carelessly. As he was about to put on it, his movements came to a halt as he realized Zaki was behind him. How could he freely wear the tiny things that were now in his hands when Zaki was watching him like this. Eh, did Zaki notice him?
Cyra looked over to make sure. Zaki was no longer standing at the door, but was sitting on the side of the bed. The man calmly observed Cyra.
“Don't think of me like that, dong!” Cyra was not wearing her clothes.
Zaki simply raised an eyebrow, still staring at Cyra without commenting anything.
The heat! Zaki's gaze was very different. Cyra was wrong. Then how can Cyra wear her clothes if she looks at Zaki like now?
“Why? Do I need to help you make her clothes?” Zaki stood up to approach Cyra.
“Hah?” Cyra even glares.
“Do not shout, we will guess again say again.” Zaki was already very close in front of Cyra.
“I can wear it myself. No need to get close.”
Zaki doesn't care. It was getting closer and eroding the distance between them. Don't ask how hard Cyra's heartbeat is right now. Even Zaki's unusual gaze increasingly made Cyra's organs go limp.
TB