MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 1
Zalfa followed the steps of the woman who walked with wide strides in front of him. He stopped as the woman in front of him also stopped.
“Well, here's a room for you.” Atifa pinched the smooth cheeks of Zalfa, her sister-in-law in a fit of anxiety. His right hand was carrying a Zalfa bag containing several pieces of Zalfa's clothing. The other hand was embracing Zalfa's shoulder.
Atifa opened the door to the unlocked room number 234 easily.
“Kok, unlocked door, Mbak?” wonder Zalva.
“Maybe the hotel clerk forgot ngunci. Yes, we are in.”
“Liat first the number in the key, Ma'am. Make sure the door number is the same. Fear of wrong room.”
“Udah checked. Don't be complicated. The room is this, kok.” Atifa did not heed Zalfa's words. “KeyKnya Mbak tarok in the drawer. You go straight to sleep, must be tired. Keep stamina so we can get to the parents' house. Okay?”
Zalfa entered the room with gurgling steps. The twenty-four-year-old girl observed the interior of the room, very interesting. In addition to the modern and elegant impression offered, the classy hotel room also has complete facilities that are often booked by board members, directors of the company, officials, and others, as well as attached to the lives of people who have a luxurious lifestyle. It is often used as a place of official prostitution with artists.
The look on Zalfa's face showed a puzzled expression despite staring in amazement at each side of the corner of the room that he had never seen before. Faisal, her future husband promised to come to Bandung. The man chose one of his villas in Bandung as a place for the application procession because he thought it was the most memorable place. It's a hassle, but Zalfa likes it. Before arriving at the destination, Zalfa had to stay at the hotel. Not alone, of course with Ishmael, his brother and Atifa, his sister-in-law. It's just, they're different rooms.
Zalfa went into the bathroom before laying down on the bed, a sultry feeling made it uncomfortable if you had to sleep without taking a shower first. Sweat that had stuck on the skin feels tickling. Not the name Zalfa if not the cleaner.
Hufth. When he wanted to take a bath, he was confused what to wear to cover his aura. He used to take a bath wearing a wet bath even in a place where no one could see him. His parents taught him to be ashamed, for there are always angels watching.
But this time Zalfa resigned. He did not wear a washcloth when bathing considering that the wet cloth was not carried. One by one he took off his clothes, took off the hijab, child hijab, robe, until plain. Then he soaked his body in the bathtub.
Shortly thereafter Zalva came out of the bathroom and put on a nightgown. He approached Atifa who was sitting on the side of the bed.
“This has brought you a drink for your stamina. Drink, yes!” Atifa grabbed a bottle of drink from her tenteng bag and thrust it towards Zalfa.
“Still My Ma.” Zalfa grabbed the bottle and gulped it down after saying basmallah. Zalfa's eyes narrowed to see Atifa slamming the body into the bed. “Loh, Mommy, how to sleep here?”
Zalfa laughs. Her sister-in-law was indeed nyablak. “Yes already, Mbak just slept there with Mas Ismail. I'm not alone pa-pa.” either
“No, ah. Do not negotiate mostly. Here bobok!” Atifa patted the bed next to her.
Zalfa nodded. The sleepiness starts to attack. His eyes felt heavy. He yawned and threw his body into the bed.
“Duuh... stomach laper again. Come out and eat. The door is locked.” Atifa breezed out.
Zalfa barely heard what his sister-in-law said. Once closed his eyes, he immediately fell asleep due to the prevailing sleepiness. He did not know that he had entered the wrong room. He also did not know, behind his innocence, someone commented a smile when he found out the disguised plan had gone well. One more step, the plan worked.
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ANNOUNCEMENT :
COMPULSORY READING!!
Before proceeding to the next chapter, I tell you first, Do not focus the same cover that there is an end writing, this story is still updated really. The end writing is for my girlfriend's story Lecturer.
During this story there is still writing TBC aka To Be Continued, meaning this story is still updated.
And if at the end of the story I have made the description FINISHED, then this story is finished.
So, I don't want anything, why the story hangs it over, is it over, bla bla blaaa... whereas I still love the information TBC at the end of the story. okay?
Yeah, that's it anyway.