MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
220. The Extra Part 30
Cyra feeds Sifa a meal. The boy was not hard to eat, he was greedily eating his food. Fat pants, shiny cheeks. Fortunately, his father was Zaki, who had a lot of money. So Sifa can really eat a lot. Noh if the father of people is less located, of course Sifa will be fussy because his desire to eat a lot is not fulfilled.
Zaki placed the plate in front of Cyra. Cyra turned towards the plate containing a warm omelet that Zaki had just fried.
The distinctive aroma of an omelet infiltrates Cyra's respiratory cavity.
“Who are you cooking for? Didn't you eat it?” Ask Cyra.
“This is for me.” Zaki took a fork and sat down at Cyra's side. He cut the omelette with his fork and chewed it with gourd, as voraciously as Sifa whose mouth was munching on Cyra's mouth. Even Cyra had not had time to offer a bribe to Sifa's mouth, the boy had already been wide asked to be bribed. And if Cyra was late in feeding her food into Sifa's mouth, then the boy would whine and squeeze Cyra's skirt. The position of Sifa who stood swaying at Cyra's knees, made her easily grasp her mother's skirt.
“Since when do you eat omelet doing not use rice?”
“Since today. It's called I'm celebrating the day of my victory over Zena.”
Cyra was stunned staring at Zaki. How lucky he is to have a husband like Zaki, who is patient with him, understands his condition, loves him sincerely. Zaki refuses to be fooled by another girl.
“Please yes, dear. You've done all this for me. I love you,” Cyra said. “You've done great things for our wedding.”
Zaki stopped eating. “Don't say thanks. This is my duty.” He looked at Cyra closely. His wife's face grew more adorable.
Suddenly a ringing phone came from the pocket of Zaki's pants. The man immediately reached into his pocket and looked at the caller ID.
“Mama,” he said while staring at Cyra.
“Ya has lifted aja,” said Cyra rather sebel. Honestly, he felt less like the attitude of Alya who could match Zaki to other women. He understood, Zaki is a mere child of the puppet and Alya certainly very much expects the grandson of his son. But that's not how it works. Yes, cyra did not want to deepen her sense of regret in her in-laws, later crooked. It would be bad if he was condemned to be a cricket because he was judged as a daughter-in-law did not obey. Maybe not just Cyra who will feel the same when treated like that. Maybe someone else could behave a lot worse than Cyra.
“Eh that was the one who called mom's number when you called her papa?” Cyra asked confusedly.
“Papa calls pake hp mama.”
“Ooh.. Trus papa tell you what? Do you look so worried?” Ask Cyra.
“Mama hurts. And just fell in the bathroom. After my work hours, you will be ready. I picked you up and we looked at Mom. You want to, right?” said Zaki.
Cyra nodded.
Zaki stared at the different expression on his wife's face. “You are the same as my mom?”
Cyra put a shoulder around and then tried to change her expression to look calm. “No, Just a cada gemes aja.”
“We've been talking about this, baby. I hope you understand mama. Whatever happens, I'll be your only husband. Let mama think macem-macem about our household, but we keep one.”
Cyra smiled broadly.
“Don't forget to get ready later, I'll take a trip home.” Zaki kissed briefly Cyra and Sfa's forehead a moment before he passed away.
TB