MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
222. The Extra Part 32
“Mama don't apologize. I understand how mom feels, a mom who only has children and how much she wants to expect grandchildren. I really understand, Ma,” said Cyra while continuing to feed Alya eat.
Hadeeeuh.in Cyra's small heart was actually the opposite of the words she had just said. How could she possibly understand the decision of her in-laws to ask her husband to marry another woman. Can clothes change? Zaki's mother's tea bags can dip there dipping here? E eeh... Cyra thought what the hell? How come, down to the dips of everything? Imagine Zaki bobbing with other girls just want to get to the heart, how could she be willing her husband impregnate another woman?
“Mama is really sorry you have wasted it. Mama also does not know how can not be as patient as he wants to have a grandson until-sampe asked Zaki to marry again. And amazingly, you can still be as good as this mama, even you are still smiling and continuing to respond to mama,” said Alya full of regrets.
Actually, kepin kecin kecher trus nyakar wall or roll to the ground. Ah, but it's kind of like crazy. So meningan facing problems with a smile even though the heart hurts.
Suddenly the door opened, Zaki was standing in the doorway.
Cyra and Alya turned towards Zaki who had just come. The man smiled seeing Cyra holding the bowl of soup and feeding her mother.
“Aduh!” Alya screamed in pain.
Cyra turned to look at her mother-in-law. Looh... lha the spoon that she should feed into Alya's mouth even sat into her in-laws' eyes? Buset, Cyra is really a bad son-in-law. Now it's her turn to be blissful. Because of looking over and looking at Zaki's sweet smile to amaze, the face of the in-laws became a victim. Spoon was stray smape into the eyes. Be present…
“Eh sorry, Ma. Not on purpose.” Cyra grabbed the tissue and rubbed it into Alya's eyes.
Alya the distraught felt her poignant eyes not play.
“Pst.. Cyra!” Zaki shook his head looking at Cyra's hand that was cleaning around Alya's closed eyes.
Zaki then approaches Cyra and picks up the object in his wife's hand that was used to clean Alya's eyes.
“Mom's face is not a table, do not clean it with a washcloth. Geez, Cyra,” whispered Zaki while throwing the washcloth she had just snatched from Cyra's hand at the table.
Heh? Cyra widened in shock. A washcloth? Cyra's eyes suddenly stared at the washcloth that Zaki had just thrown and was now staring at the table. God, so what he snatched earlier wasn't a tissue? Except a washcloth? Add durhaka dehaka become a ghost. The face of the in-laws was torn with a washcloth. If it gets cursed, it really becomes a cricket.
“Come, Ma. We go to the bathroom only, so it is cleaned in the bathroom.” Cyra grabbed Alya by the shoulder and guided her slowly towards the bathroom.
Alya's steps were slightly limping due to her slipping legs earlier.
So patiently Cyra helped Alya wash her face, wipe the towel and return to the bed.
“I'm sorry, Ma. I really don't snegaja,” said Cyra regretted his actions.
“Nothing, Cyra. Mama knows kok.” Alya blinked her eyes trying to expel something that was bumping up behind her eyelids. Maybe there's a little lump of food in there.
Cyra really felt guilty and could not bear to see Alya like a flickering person.
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