MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
201. The Extra Part 11
“Ci luk baa..” Cyra covered her face with a cloth and opened it, and so on until Sifa, the ten-month-old boy burst into laughter. Yes, this is the sixth day Cyra adopted an orphan.
How anxious Cyra was to see the beauty of the little guy, fat, his cheeks were shiny, his nose pointed, and not fussy. Even Sifa looked happy, the boy was so easy to get close to others that Cyra easily familiarized himself with the little one. It didn't take long for Cyra to be able to chat with Sifa. The boy did not cry despite being carried by Cyra who was a stranger to the life of the little one.
“Halo darling!” Zaki appeared with his appearance that was always neat and fragrant. The man carried the shopping in his left and right hands.
“Where are you from? Can it be from the campus directly shopping that much?” Cyra who was playing with Syfa on the floor of the living room with a tapestry turned to look at Zaki.
Zaki raised the shopping in his hand and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “This is for Syfa. From college I stopped by the mole for this buyin. Look, good, right?” Zaki sat down with Cyra and Syfa and took out the things he had just bought, there were cat dolls, panda dolls, bandos, and some barbie dolls.
“Yeah, this is mostly. Don't be wasteful, eh. Sifa was too small for such a toy. He doesn't understand yet. You can buy him a toy like that when he is two or three years old. Now Sifa does not understand, at most it is emut-***doang. It is not healthy.”
“Cyra how are you anyway? Papa dear child even protested?”
“Not a protest, I just reminded you that it was redundant. See this, Barbie doll wear this rope-tie shirt, which is even dirusakin with Sifa because she does not understand the play that is so.” Cyra swung the doll to the side about to put it to her side, but the doll she was swinging was slapping Zaki's face instead.
“Cyra, my face is still in use.” Zaki rubbed his eyes due to the cute doll clothes that had pierced his eye bead.
Zaki finished rubbing his eyes and glanced at Cyra sharply, but he did not protest. Lazy diomelin, Zaki also left the living room and headed to the dining room. He stared at the empty dining table, no side dishes were available there. A glance at his palm stroked his six pack stomach. Hungrier.
Zaki returns to the living room to meet Cyra.
“O yes dear, where is my penance martabak?” ask Cyra who had ordered martabak to Zaki when Zaki was still on campus.
“Yeah, sorry I forgot.”
“Nah, tuh kan.” Cyra's expression turned sullen. In a disappointed tone he said, “I'll pesen to you just after work, but how can ya forget too? This is because even buy this many toys that actually have not been useful for Sifa, finally trust in dilupain.”
Zaki frowned at Cyra's annoyance. “Yeah Cyra, you don't really know if your money is forgotten. I am a human being, not an angel. And humans can forget, not forever humans can swallow with orders. You should have been able to understand me. Don't exaggerate the problem.”
TB