MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
196. The Extra Part 6
Cyra squirms, her hands stretched out. Then his eyelids opened. Several times he rubbed his eyes trying to make his vision not become blurred. The sun looked bright and the light entered through the window glass whose curtain had been opened. Cyra's palm then stroked the mattress where she lay.
For a moment Cyra recalled the last incident. E eeh's... Not before he fell asleep on the sofa, then why now he can be in the room? Cyra was aghast and woke up considering the preparations he had already put together in the living room and drained a lot of his energy. And it's morning now? Cyra woke up and sat on the side of the bed with both legs dangling down.
“Aaaa.... Nooooo!” Cyra screamed hysterically while closing her eyes with her palms.
“Cyra!”
Cyra opened her eyes as her palms were kept away from her eyes and her wrists were now in Zaki's grasp.
“What happened, baby?” Zaki looked at Cyra with a frown. Both of her legs knelt down to balance the look on Cyra's face. “Why scream?”
Instead of answering, Cyra frowned at the appearance of Zaki who just wrapped a towel around her waist and bare chest.
“You don't shower but use a towel?” ask Cyra.
“I just wanted to take a shower but heard your screams so come back here again. Why did you eat it to such an extent? Do you want one here?” Zaki pointed at the middle of his towel.
“Chi... What the hell?” Cyra's face flushed.
Zaki smiled faintly and managed to tease his wife. “Trus why are you screaming?”
Zaki then stood up and opened the end of his towel knot.
“Heeih... want to say?” ask Cyra while stopping Zaki's hand movements.
“Olah raga morning.”
“Cyra manyun. “Mask there!”
“Yuk, mementin I shower.” Zaki pulled Cyra's wrist.
“No! You go first there!”
After finishing the bath, he came out and still had the same look, a towel flashing around his waist. He was surprised to see Cyra already standing at the door with both hands crossed at the chest and a sharp look in the eyes.
Zaki frowned and stared at the look on Cyra's less friendly face.
“What's up, baby? Just yelled, now frowning?” Zaki crosses Cyra while nudging his wife's arm until Cyra's tiny body staggers back slightly.
“Where were you last night? Why come home late?” ask Cyra.
“I didn't come home late, I came home at half-nine nights.” Zaki opened the closet. He looked confused looking at the closet. Then he turned to look at Cyra. “Do you not want to prepare clothes for me?”
Cyra shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the bed, throwing his body lying on the bed.
“Darling, I'm asking you please prepare clothes for me.”
“No, find it yourself.”
“Kok, cog? What's wrong?”
“Many.”
Zaki smelled a smile. “You're more beautiful if you're craving. Yes already, just keep on cambek let the beauty increase.”
Geez, Zaki's a hell of a bitch. Make the crab so less rada. But Cyra didn't want to give up. He still showed an annoyed expression.
Zaki approaches Cyra then pulls the girl's arm and drags her towards the closet. “Hunter, get some clothes for me, baby! I want to wear your clothes of choice. I used to do it myself, now there's you, I want you to do it.” Zaki raised an eyebrow with a thin smile.
Cyra was forced to choose clothes for Zaki considering that the closet already has two snags in front of his face.
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