MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
192. The Extra Part 2
After taking a shower, Cyra was wearing casual clothes. Today there is no activity. He chose the clothes to relax at home. Zaki wasn't in the room, I don't know where the guy was.
Cyra exited the room and went down the stairs. His stomach is hungry. He went to the kitchen to cook. His head thought, What good is cooking for breakfast this morning? Maybe boiled noodles, sardines, fried noodles, sandwiches, toast, or fried pasta? Cyra must choose the simplest instant menu so as not to complicated. Cyra can't cook. He can only cook instant-intsan only.
Uh wait a minute, before his foot stepped on the kitchen, his nose had already smelled a pleasant aroma. Whatisthis? Cyra is shocked when she steps on the kitchen floor and sees Zaki making an omelette. The man lifted a few rolls of pancakes from the open and placed them on two plates, then brought the plates to the table.
Cyra smilingly looked at Zaki who was so deftly cooking. The man was still wearing shorts, but no longer bare-chested, he was already wearing a white shirt.
“Come, amkan!” Zaki sat on the chair and pushed one plate towards Cyra.
“Thank’s, baby! You are so good.” Cyra approached Zaki, embracing the man from behind. Then she put her arm around Zaki's neck. His lips landed briefly onto Zaki's cheeks. “I should be the one who masakin you.”
“Who said women should cook? The husband's obligation is to feed the wife, not to feed the wife raw materials and tell her to cook.”
“Yee... so add dear.” Again Cyra peeked briefly at Zaki's cheek.
Zaki looks cute. He ate his pancakes with a fork.
Cyra pulled the chair on Zaki's side, then sat down and brought her nose closer to the green omelette before her. “From the aroma, I guarantee it must be delicious.”
“I cook often, do not doubt my cooking. I know you can't cook that's why I'm spying.”
Cyra nyengir's. “So you cook because you don't want to eat my cooking that will not taste good? I can cook instant noodles.”
“It's not healthy. We do not have any stock of instant noodles. Yes, come eat! Let you be healthy and have kids.”
“What? Have kids?” Cyra gnashing.
“Iya. Don't you want to?”
“But I'm still young to have children.”
“So you want to postpone it?” Zaki's eyes look sharp.
“Ngakt that too. Minimum two years left.” Cyra smiled broadly trying to steal Zaki's attention so as not to display a sadistic expression.
“Ooh... I know, you just want to spend time with me, right?”
“Eat aja, arentar you also know the taste.” Zaki chewed without looking at Cyra.
Cyra also put in a pancake and bit it with a large size. He believes Zaki's cooking must be delicious.
Suddenly the tongue until Cyra's throat felt like burning while chewing and the contents of the omelette smeared the entire surface of his mouth, even something was swallowed. Crazy spicyaaa! The pain felt as good as it reached the ears.
“Aaaakh..” Cyra fluttered her hands in front of her mouth. As a result of confusion, he even patted his palms to the surface of the table without doing anything.
There is nothing Zaki does except laugh out loud, mocking Cyra. As if he was satisfied to see his wife was spiciness.
Cyra pinched Zaki's stomach hard just before he ran out to find water at the other table.
Cegluk... Cyra gulped down the drinking water with a strong gurgle. Damnit damnit! He's dredged. Just now he felt proud because he had been spoiled by the husband's cooking, uh it turned out that it was all just the pity of Zaki. It's a big idea for people to know Cyra.
“Sorry!” Zaki was already standing before Cyra with a big smile. “Other times be careful when eating.”
Cyra Manyun looked at Zaki's face which was very close to his face. Siaaal!
Zaki brought his face closer and kissed his wife's lips. “Ya already, quickly change your clothes! we have breakfast outside. I take a shower!” Zaki sauntered away from Cyra while laughing.
“Zaki bw!” Cyra took a long breath.
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