MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
21. Hijacked
Cyra hastily tidied up her chaotic appearance, a t-shirt whose neck hole was stretched to the arm, a few casual pants, and hair tied carelessly which is certainly fussy. Cyra took off her hairband with a single pull, leaving her long hair to be draped and combed it with her fingers once a swipe.
Waduh, really embarrassed to be caught by a girlfriend fitting appearance again chaotic like this. Is there a beleknya? I haven't washed my face yet.
“Why? How, even busy yourself?” ask Zaki to look at Cyra who is even fiddling with her hair and clothes.
“Eh ah mm. Anu. What are you doing here?”
“This was told by mama balikin rantangmu.” Zaki thrusting the rantang.
“Ooh..” Cyra welcomes bushels. “Still, yes!”
Zaki.
Pause a few seconds. Both mute. Cyratertegun looked at Zaki who was still dumbstruck at the door.
“Kok, still here?” ask Cyra plain once.
“You didn't tell me to come in?”
“Oh... That means you want to see each other, huh? Kirtain Just want to turn back to doang.”
Geez, what's that sentence Cyra just said? Didn't you offend Zaki? Ah yes, his name is also slippery. Zaki also looked ordinary, not offended.
“Ya is in!” Cyra bumbling.
“Wait!” Zaki grabbed Cyra's wrist as the girl turned around to enter.
But fate…
“E ee eh...” Cyra hysterically as the bushel in her hand swayed due to Zaki's pull, the loud hook was released. Next.the bushel tilts and the contents spill onto the floor.
Zaki and Cyra looked at each other.
“Waduh, rendang tumplek.” Cyra's sorry.
Zaki just kept quiet, not knowing what to do.
“Bik Mey!” call Cyra and be followed by her domestic assistant while struggling to meet the employer.
“Yes, Non Cyra?”
“Bik please clean the floor, yes! This trick the challenger bring to the back.” Cyra handed me an empty bushel. “Yes hunt, Bik. Don't get caught by mama, I'm on atomelin.”
Zaki****smile, he tried to hold back his laughter so as not to explode. Cyra looks scared to get her mother's nag. It's funny how Cyra looks on the face in a panic.
Bik Mey ran to the back carrying an empty bushel, before long she returned carrying the necessary equipment to clean the floor.
“Now?”
“Next year.”
“Heh?” Cyra stares at Zaki's face, which starts to fade.
“Is now.”
“Ya come on, come in!”
“Neventless. If it is in the hallway, it is very formal. We go to your side garden.”
Cyra cringing. Guys know a great place to sit. “But I haven't had a shower. Wait for me to take a shower, yes.”
“Nevent gone!” ketus Zaki then left the terrace, walking towards the garden next to the house.
Yassalam. Could it be eliminated in a bit anyway? Forgive me for having a bad boyfriend.
Cyra follows Zaki towards the garden, the man sitting on an iron chair under a shady tree. It's cold in there.
Clumsy, Cyra sat on Zaki's side with a considerable distance. The man even looked very relaxed, calm and not the slightest bit groggy or nervous as Cyra felt.
“Ra, what's your phone number?”
“So you're getting here just want to ask me what my phone number is? You don't have my phone number, do you?”
“Lost.”
“Kok, can? You delete yes hilnag.”
“Ndon't know. Suddenly it's gone. Would you like to give me the number?”
“Iya yes.” Cyra took her phone from her pants pocket and then miscall it to Zaki's phone.
The phone in the man's hand rang. Zaki's face reddened staring at the name on the phone screen. My dear.
Jesus, how could Zaki forget that last night he changed the name Cyra on his phone to ‘my dear’? it is worth looking for not meeting.
Zaki directly tracks down Cyra's call trying to hide the name he wrote himself in his hape. But it's too late, Cyra's been caught first. The girl catches the name on Zaki's phone before Zaki can get to her.
“Wuaha ha haaa.”.
Zaki. Laughter Cyra kayak geledek. Zaki threw his face to the side hiding his heated face. Basic girl frivolous, ngetawain girlfriend not about.
“You forgot what it is?” Cyra's eyes narrowed as she chuckled. He even forgot the groggy feeling due to his chaotic appearance. “But by the way, my name is really cool.”