MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
2. Second Mistake

Ding dong's…

“Iya briefly.” Cyra pulled out the doorbell. How could the bell press outside hear his voice. The house was too big to contain his voice.

Ding dong's..

“Duuh.. Not very patient, anyway.” Cyra grumbled while rushing towards the door. At first glance he glanced at the timepiece that was coiled around his tiny wrist. Seven o'clock. Who often met at that hour was Rere, his best friend. His best friend will definitely hitch a ride before taking him to campus. Understand, Rere is a boarding boy, everything is ngirit. Eating at Cyra's house has become a habit for her. “Basic the pug! I'll definitely eat another bag. Can't be a bit unlucky what nyamperin here?”

Cyra smiled as she accepted the silly idea that came to her head. He has a way of making his best friend. Cyra snatched the basin of water that Bik Mey was using to wipe the window glass that he crossed.

“Eh Non, where is my basin going?” Bik Mey protested.

“Pst... Find it instead, Bik. This is me.” Cyra nodded as he sauntered forward.

Previously, Cyra peeked out of the window, seeing who was coming. Afraid of wrong people. Sure enough, Rere's duck motorbike was parked in the yard.

Okay, Cyra started the action. Now he was standing in front of the door holding the handle.

“One.... two... three...” the whisper then opens the door wide.

The byurrr!

The figure standing in the doorway was drenched in water. Cyra chuckled until her eyes closed, one hand holding her stomach as it rolled. Rere must have looked like a rat.

“Gosh!”

Huh huh? Again, Cyra was shocked and her laughter instantly stopped. The voice he heard just now was not Rere's, but a baritone voice that seemed familiar to Cyra's ears. Whose voice is that? Cyra straightened her bent body, her eyelids starting to open.

The deg!

Well, wrong target. How, even the fierce man who is now in front of him with a terrible condition? Her front body was soaked. Yieeek... Is that water from a washcloth? For the second time the handsome man received a water flush from Cyra. How do you meet at such an inopportune time? Wait, what did that guy want to come see him at home? Want to hold you accountable for the theft of a kiss in the movie theater that night?

Rere who was squatting noticed his flat tire, only gawking to notice the interaction between Cyra and the drenched man.

Zaki rubbed his wet face with the palm of his hand. He raised his face and looked at Cyra with a piercing glare. This girl again! Zaki is caught up with the bad luck that often happens to him every time he meets the girl.

“Sial!” zaki growled while staring at the drops of water from his face to his chest. Early in the morning, it must be watered with musty smelly water. He had taken a shower earlier. Does he have to shower again?

Brr…. The cold atmosphere of the morning plus the coolness of the water stuck to his body, making him cold. Thousands of vows he made in his heart. If God gives a prayer that is certainly granted, then Zaki will beg God not to meet the silly girl who now shows the look of the plate in front of him.

“Can't you…. “ Just now Zaki was about to let out a spicy curse, Cyra hunted down first cut his words.

“You came to my house with a suitcase? Wanna what? Nginep?” Cyra stared in wonder at the large suitcase the man was carrying.

Somehow Zaki did not continue his emotional sentence that had been flashed in his head, ready to be spewed. He looked at the suitcase he was holding.

“This is your home?” zaki asked still with an annoyed expression.

Can't a guy, is his face a little sweet? Garang mulu. Cyra. How could Zaki not put his face up, Cyra had twice made the same mistake.

“Iya. This is my home.” Cyra showed a reassuring expression, it was true that she was in her home. Cyra's gaze was now fixed on the car perched outside the gate of his house.

“That's my car,” obviously Zaki follows the direction of Cyra's view.

Kirain The man came boning with Rere. They can come together. Of course the estimate is wrong, because it turns out that Zaki and Rere are using different vehicles.

“I want to ask this address.” Zaki showed me a piece of paper on which was written an address.

“Ooh.. What happened to that home address?”

Geez, can't you just go back? Kepo much? Zaki was almost*** Cyra's mouth if only her patience had run out.

“I want to host at that address,” replied Zaki forced. Actually he was lazy to give that explanation, but want how else. He's in need. If not the wrong address, the boarding house referred to in a piece of paper is the house that he is now incandescent.

“Oh uh mm Cyra at a glance noticed Zaki's neat appearance. Men with style look so how do you want to cost? Why not stay in an apartment, or a villa?

“This is only for a while before the process of buying and selling houses purchased by my parents deal.” Zaki had to explain even though he actually said it.

“Should ya ngekost at that address?”

“I heard the costs close to the house my parents bought near here. That's why. Ah, yes it is if you do not know that address. Free!” Zaki's back on the body.

“Eh wait, you came to the right address. This is the hostel you are looking for.”

Zaki's back in the body.

“Yes already, let's go in!” Cyra greeted with a wide smile, trying to eliminate the sour expression on the man's face. But until this moment, the face of the guy remains asem. There is no sweetness.

Zaki waltzed in and pulled his suitcase.

Rere who has since squatted in front of the motorcycle tire while watching the chat between Cyra and Zaki was gawking kayak to get sambet jin. Upon awakening from the gawking, Rere rushed towards Cyra.

“Home you are not a boarding place, kok lo ajakin tuh mengekos at home lo, anyway?” ask Rere plain. I don't know Cyra, who is the most ignorant and likes to play people.

“Sssst, don't take a whimper. Don't ask much. Do not protest and do not unload secrets.”

“Lo's habits, ngerjain mulu. Do you want to know a handsome guy? Want to take ena-ena?”

“Ngawur! Jeplak aja if you say! You think I'm a girl what?”

“Hehee. It's just cramming.” Rere dragged Cyra's arm into the house.

“Loh loh, why do you play aja?”

“Custom, eat.” Rere grinned wide without shame.

“Ya have been to the back sono!”

Got the order of the host, Rere immediately rushed into the kitchen.

Tbc

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