MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
225. The Extra Part 35
The car Zaki was riding on turned the bow to the sausage sales as Cyra requested. The journey takes a long time because the destination is not close.
“Jeez, Cyra. Sometimes you get spoiled and bother about gini. It doesn't matter if your husband gets tired of going back and forth Just for food,” grumbled Zaki in the car alone while imagining Cyra's adorable face. The next moment he smiled. Although Cyra sometimes bleaches, but still, Zaki can not reduce his sense of joy in the girl. has so much history that they created together, both in joy and sorrow, so much history that they created together, how could Zaki change his feelings. Cyra who is stubborn, troublesome and careless is still Cyra's choice.
After buying a sausage order Cyra, Zaki drives a car to go home. ringing his phone on the dashboard accidentally he did not lift seeing the caller ID is Cyra. He does not want to be burdened again by Cyra, be it ordered to buy food or whatever it is. It is better to avoid whining Cyra by not answering the phone.
I heard a message coming in shortly. Zaki read the message sent by Cyra.
Cyra
Buy candles and flowers
I'll use it to decorate the table later
Okay, sweetie
Well, the last sentence may have been Cyra breaking up to melt Zaki's heart. Of course Zaki melted really and he could not bear to refuse the love of his wife. Although with a grumbling feeling, he still complied with Cyra's request of buying the ordered items.
Arriving at Alya's house, Zaki carries groceries while entering the house.
“Ra! Cyra!” call him when he gets to the living room. “This is, your food has been bought all.”
“Sorry, Mas Zaki. Her sister Cyra is gone,” said Bik Pay who just appeared from the kitchen.
“Go? Go where, Bik?”
“He said go home, Mas.”
“Go back to our home?”
“Iya. Ma'am Cya bring Sifa too.”
“Taxi ride home huh, Bik?”
“Yes Cyra, I'm not saying it if I go home. Cyra's behavior is getting bigger and bigger. Yes, I've come home Bik.” Zaki back out of the room.
“Iya, Mas. Careful.”
Zaki got back in the car. Soon he reached his new home. With wide strides he entered the house, found Cyratengah sitting in the family room alone.
Cyra raised an eyebrow looking at Zaki carrying the groceries.
“It's your food psenan.” Zaki put the sausage and mpek-mpek to the table. While the other stuff he put on the floor.
“Tankh you, dear.” Cyra immediately stormed the mpek-mpek and devoured it with a spoon he had prepared.
“Sifa where?” zaki asked as he looked to the left and right did not find the boy.
“Sleep in the room,” Cyra replied then turned to look towards Zaki with a pursed nose. “Mas, you shower there. You smell weird.”
Zaki forgot, he sat by Cyra's side, causing the same protest as at Alya's house.
“Bau? You are strange, all this time I wear this perfume why do not you protest, why only now protest?” Zaki nodded and stood up.
Cyra chuckles. “Sori, are you sprained with me?”
Zaki turned towards the laughing Cyra. “Yes, I'm kelp. Thank goodness you knew you were guilty. Look, you protest mulu, many requests, and do not want to mess with me.”
“Sorry. But seriously I'm dizzy and nauseous smelling your perfume. Later you come back to me and hug me if you have taken a shower and remember. don't wear perfume.”.
Zaki raised an eyebrow in wonder. But then he nodded, lazily arguing. He breezed to the room to immediately fulfill his duties, bathing until clean.
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