MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
207. The Extra Part 17
Cyra pondered her fate. It turns out that making a living is not easy. Maybe he is too lazy to say that making a living is easy. And finally, God shows that making a living does require patience, draining the mind and energy.
Cyra went home and took out an envelope containing her wages. In the company where he works, employees are paid once a week. He received his first wage. He saw the envelope. The nominal is good, but still less when compared to the money given by Zaki. Cyra feels inferior if he has to hand the money over to Zaki.
Cyra looked at Zaki who had just emerged from another room holding Sifa. The man looked crumpled, hair as messy as it was not combed, as well as knee-length shorts and a tee shirt. It was like looking at another figure, the man before him was like he was not Zaki. Usually Zaki often look neat and fragrant, but now different.
“M... It's money for shopping.” Cyra handed the envelope in her hand with an incredulous look.
Zaki simply stared at the envelope without receiving it.
“Take!” cyra.
“You till when we do this?”
Zaki's question made Cyra frown.
“My cutting time is running out soon,” said Zaki. “Do you really want to exchange positions like this for good? If that's what you want, I'll resign as a lecturer on campus. I'll be a lecturer at home aja.”
Cyra was silent with a look of regret. His face had represented his feeling of also being tired in his body.
“I turned out to be wrong, after I worked on women's work, I just realized that it turns out that women are tough,” continued Zaki while putting Sifa's body. The boy sat on the floor and scratched the floor with his little fingers. “And men will not be able to replace women. You're amazing, honey. You can make a living, you can also when your position becomes a mother for Sifa. But I can't, I can't, baby. I can't be like you. I give up, let me make a living for you and Sifa.”
Cyra's expression turned bright and her eyes twinkled. “Sorry to me, baby. I shouldn't underestimate you. I'm not as strong as you think. I'm tired of having to focus on making a living and being the backbone of the family. I can't afford it. It is precisely you who are great because you are able to be a mother for Sifa.”
Zaki smiled. The stiff atmosphere created finally expanded and turned calm.
“I'm sorry too.”
“You're sorry for me?” Cyra.
“Sure.”
“I also.”
Cyra scatters and hugs Zaki, Zaki returns Cyra's embrace tightly. Her lips landed on Cyra's head and kissed the scented hair.
“Lusa don't let me,” said Cyra in Zaki's arms.
“I've never been bad with you. You are sensitive same me.” Zaki pinched the small waist of Cyra.
The pinched one smiled and tightened the embrace.
“You smell a strange scent don't?” ask Zaki.
“Nggak.”
“Your face is almost an inch from my armpits. And I haven't been taking a shower.”
“Nothing. Your body smells good.”
“Serious?”
“He’em.”
Cyra and Zaki now realize one thing, that God has created men and women according to their natures. And the Lord has overestimated men from women, it is fitting that men who make a living because of overstimulated energy and others.
The friendly embrace of the two separated as Sifa's cry broke out.
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