MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
218. The Extra Part 28
Zaki stopped the car right in his yard. He glanced at Zena who was still as unwilling by his side. His mind was laughing, and he wanted to laugh. But not the heart, so his laughter was swallowed in the heart only. That's the risk for women who are willing to be honey, willing to ruin other people's households.
“Do not fret again, if caught by our parents, later dikirain you say anything more,” said Zaki snobs attention. Zaki then took the tissue and wiped it onto his forehead, neck and nostrils.
“Nih, wipe her tears.” Zaki thrusting tissue.
Zena fell silent and gawked at the tissue that had been clenched round the shape of Zaki's sweat rag. “Can't you get a new tissue? Used wipes are so dear to me? Where's your snot used again,” whine Zena while having a little.
“You wear this. Don't ask for a new one.” Zaki thrust out the tissue.
Zena shook her head and her hand reached out to pick up the tissue.
“E uh, what do you want?” Zaki slapped Zena's hand that was sticking out toward the tissue.
“Take a tissue,” replied Zena half-cocky.
“Do not. My knife will end. You have to ngirit. You wear this. No pa-pa my ex, just ex ngupil kok.” Zaki was still thrusting the tissue in his hand.
“Iiiiih.. Nyebelin.” Zena screamed angrily then got down from the car and half ran into the house.
Again, Zaki chuckled. He spent five minutes to finish his laughter. Then Zaki fell silent thinking about his actions. Has he gone too far? Ah, naw. All that he did was not because it was really stingy, but just a trick to be able to make Zena stay away and hate him. Just to keep his house. He was sure what he was doing was right even though he had made a girl cry. At least one good thing he had done despite having to sacrifice another.
Zaki took his phone and scrolled the contacts. He smiled to find my dear name there. No other than Cyra's number. He then called his wife. The phone is connected but Cyra doesn't answer until the dial is cut off. Zaki repeated his call. On the second call, the phone is connected. Not the voice of Cyra who answered but the sound of Sifa's cry that shrillness was able to make Zaki's eardrum feel almost broken. Zaki keeps the phone away from the ear. Jeez, Sifa if it's so roaring.
“Cyra!” call Zaki.
“Ngapain he's raging?”
“I again take a walk to mole nih. This is fitting me again picky swimsuit, Sifa even hold BH. He asked to be bought by BH. Messed up.”
Zaki even laughed at Cyra's explanation. His son is funny, not anything has been asked to buy BH, for preparation if it is big time yes. Zaki bobbing head.
“Yes, you bought it. After all, you will also use it,” replied Zaki after satisfying his laughter.
“No, ih.”
“Why?”
“Sifa does not want to buy one, she wants to buy everything, a stack of bras on display transported all. Why try that much?”
“Ha haaaa..” Zaki is finally getting chuckle.
“Sifa squirms a nice decoration in her brand so she wants to. Yes, I want to buy a toy for Sifa. Just call her.”
“OK, darling.” Zaki hung up. He shook his head remembering the cry of Sifa whose scream was incredible. Intention to complain about Zena to Cyra was canceled.
TB