MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
20. Prestigious But Wanna
Zaki came out of the bathroom, his body fresh after the morning shower. Water dripped from her hair that was still wet after shampooing. Wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his six pack body. He picked a casual dress in the closet. Today is a holiday, it's time to calm the brain by relaxing.
Zaki exited the room with an appearance that really looked relaxed. A jacket hung over his right shoulder. He went down the stairs with a focused look at the phone screen. He was looking for a name on the contact list. Whose name would it be if not Cyra's. Huh, geez, how come back and forth wanted that name doesn't show up too? He scrolls down and back up again. But how did Cyra's name go missing? Did he accidentally delete that number?
The dues!
Well, the wall in front of the face was also slung. Again Zaki hit the wall who could have kissed his eel. Tapa realized now he was on the first floor and his footrest had also left the stairs. The phone in his hand fell off. This is the victim of cell phone playin ngak-liat road, finally hit-nabrak mulu. Looks like Zaki hasn't been caught after last night's incident that caused his eel to suck at the door. He turned to the left right, ascertaining whether anyone saw him wall shock or not. The incident was very timid.
Ah geez, he saw his housekeeper mopping the floor, giggling in the corner of the room. Apparently someone caught him too. Zaki hurriedly picked up the dropped phone and left the room heading to the terrace. Good thing it's just the housekeeper who caught it, if Cyra how? Be ashamed.
Zaki sat in the chair while remembering where Cyra's number was missing. Suddenly had an idea. In his head like a cartoon light bulb that lights up and makes a sound ‘ting’.
Zaki looks for his mother in the kitchen, and he finds a middle-aged woman who likes to look slang and contemporary.let alone the appearance, style of speech is very young.
“Ma, again what?” Zaki. She saw her mother cooking.
“This is, make rendang. You will anterin to Aunt Andini's house, yes! That's Cyra's house, which yesterday brought a lot of jengkol stew here. All ngebalikin rantang yesterday he filled the jengkol stew. would be ashamed if balikin rantang no contents.” Alya tasted his cooking. “Hmm…. Very comfortable anyway.”
Well, what a coincidence. That's what Zaki had hoped for since then. Goddess fortuna was on her side.
But the next second the victory that Zaki felt suddenly vanished as the housekeeper flashed by.
“Ah yes Zak, you do not need to nganterin his challenge to the house of Aunt Andini. Let your aunt nganterin.” Alya put the rendang into the rantang. “Biiik, here first! It's anterin to the front house, yes!”
The housekeeper put the mop stick and bucket onto the outside porch and approached Alya. He welcomed the rantang given by Alya.
“Tau is the house that is right in front of our house?” ask Alya.
“Iya, I know, Bu.”
“Well, anterin get there, yeah! Say thanks, jengkol stew is really good.”
“Ready, Mom!”
Want to be honest and tell her mom to ask that she's the one who drove the bushel, but prestige. Isn't a boy usually the same anti-stretch whose name is loud? Then what is the reason that makes Zaki ngebet kepengen nenteng rantang? What Zaki knew was a bed, not a rantang. Oops…
Zaki turned back and left the kitchen, chasing his housekeeper who had arrived on the terrace.
“Bik Pay!”
“Ya, Mas?” The housekeeper turned to hear his employer calling.
“This is the challenge let me just go there!”
“Eh no, Mas. Let Bibik. Cook instead Mas Zaki is nagnetrin, it is the task of Bibik.” Bik Pay is not feeling well.
“I need to go to the front house. Let me bring the challenge. Here!” Zaki took the bushel out of Bik Pay's hand before the middle-aged woman rejected him, immediately challenging him to the intended house.
Arriving on the porch of Cyra's house, he was wailing. Somewhat prestige, men really challenge.
Zaki rang the doorbell. Right on target, the one that opened the door was Cyra. The girl trebelalak surprised to see this handsome creature early in the morning has appeared in front of his house.
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T o b e c o n t i n u e d
K a l i a n s u k a n g g a k same story?
K a l a u u k k l I like dwongs.
T e n g s b u a t k a l i a n which is already a coin.
L o v e ,
E m a S h u