MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
23. Snuggle
Cyra slammed her body, lying on the bed. He heard a message coming into his phone. Cyra was lazy to see it. He ignored the message. Soon, there was another message coming in. Cyra gave up, felt the bed next to her and saw the incoming message on her phone. From Zaki.
Zaki's
Not bales?
Getting angry?
Cyra smiled. Cuneiform! In his heart he cursed himself, just asked Cyra was excited not playing. Cyra deliberately did not want to retaliate, sold expensive, so it was considered really angry. Uh, but just dating cooks already sulking anyway? Isn't funny? Bodo very much, Cyra silenced his phone. Again, Zaki sent a message.
Zaki's
Don't be angry
We'll find another chance
Sorry
Cyra smiled again. This time his smile was much wider. Feelings flying. Actually, the sentence written by Zaki is ordinary, but why is Cyra happy not playing? The effect of falling in love, can be really drunk if this is the way.
Cyra slapped her cheek, not stopping her smile. Finally Cyra could not bear to silence Zaki, he replied.
Cyra
Yeah, not pa-pa, really
Thanks for asking
Before long, Zaki immediately replied.
Zaki's
Ok.
Don't sulk, it'll be ugly.
Cyra
It's ugly, really
Zaki's
Cyra poked her feet into the bed, the bedding became a mess. This is the effect of the kasmaran people.
***
“Morning, Mr handsome!” exclaimed one of the students reprimanding Zaki who just got out of the car.
Zaki turned to the group of female students who waved at him with a bright smile. Zaki nodded at a glance and sauntered across them, sounding as he whispered to each other commenting.
“Ganteng, yes? I would love him to be my future priest.”
Zaki heard one of the men interrupting, and he did not budge. Wide steps towards the campus building. He crosses Cyra who is chatting with his friends in the campus corridor. The man glanced past Cyra as if there was no special connection between him and Cyra.
Cyra glanced at Zaki, Cyra understood that Zaki was being indifferent because of his professional work. He is a lecturer, should be professional while on campus. does not need to show a friendly attitude in public. But can not be lied to, there is something that melos from the heart of Cyra saw the departure of Zaki without making small talk.
“Ra, can you talk?” Faiz, the technical faculty student approached Cyra. The backpack hangs on his left shoulder. His mouth chews gum. Her hair was jabrik, combed upright like a porcupine.
Cyra looked at the man's stern face. As Cyra recalled, Faiz was a student who had been involved in beating other students, until finally the problem was dragged to the dean's table. After the problem, Faiz shaved his hair until it became like a matchstick, shiny. Cling if he gets a lamp.
“Ya has spoken,” is short Cyra.
Faiz looked at the two girls who had been chatting with Cyra since then, then said, “This is a bit of privacy. Can I join you?”
Cyra thought, then nodded. “Ya, okay.”
Faiz breezed followed by Cyra. Faiz took Cyra to the side of the library. Seven steps from there, they can already get into the WC.
This strange guy, want to say must find the aroma intoxicating. Cyra turned to the left right, deserted. Everywhere, the name of the library is always quiet. Rarely interested in visiting the library, unless there is an impromptu task that requires children to look for material whose source can be searched through books in the library.
“By the way, anyway? Seriously serious though?” Cyra's curious.
Faiz looked at the clingy Cyra then smiled as he found the girl's lips.
“Lo why do you smile so? Don't peres, huh?”
“What's wrong with hiccups? Don't you like the ones that are frenzied, huh?”