MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 18'S
Zalfa is still dissolved in anxiety. Letting his sister-in-law enjoy the meal with ease.
“Ya already, Sy. Go home first. Let your mother take care of you here.”
“Lho…. If I sleep here, how are you tomorrow morning? No one serves you, loh,” said Atifa in an unclear voice because his mouth was full of food.
“Nothing. I can do it myself. I can buy food outside. The important thing is that you take care of Zalfa here.”
“I don't pa-what myself, Mas. Take Miss Atifa home with you,” pinta Zalfa.
“Your safety is more important. Never mind, let Atifa be here with you,” Ismail said attentively. “I'm home.”
“Lhaa... Trus if my malem-malem I am tired, what am I here to eat, Mas? You buy food jerk outside, trus anter food here. You just came home,” Atifa said full of requests.
Ismail smiled. Actually he wanted to interrupt, the food that Bu Fatima brought for Zalfa alone was more than enough for dinner, why should I buy more food? But Ishmael knew very well that his wife was the queen of eating. So just follow through.
“OK, darling.” It was just that sentence that Ismail spoke then walked out of the room and closed the door.
Zalfa smiled at Ishmael's caring and sincere attitude towards his wife. It should be the attitude of a husband towards his wife. Always loving, so that the household will be shaded by grace and blessings.
“Your problem is that. Where does he want to refuse my request.” Atifa gulped down a bottle of mineral water and placed it back on the table. He lay on the bed beside Zalfa. Make the bed narrow.
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Arkhan scowled as he tapped his clenched knuckles onto the table. His eyes were on the laptop that was on. His forehead folded staring at the screen so focused. His fingers typed and came to a halt, momentarily watching the laptop screen closely.
“Ah Yess!” when loading succeeded. Bank hackers start working. The work is always smooth.
Shortly after, he exited the room with a bright face while attaching the phone to the ear. He speaks seriously English. Long enough the conversation lasted, until finally he turned off the phone while smiling satisfied.
Arkhan called again, this time the one who called was Reza. He got into the car, flanked the phone between his shoulder and cheek. While both hands were busy on the roundabout of the car, taking the car out of the villa.
“Halo... Reza, where are you?” arkhan asked while hitting the car horn while crossing another car that did not want to move aside. The man who was always impatient was driving his car at high speed. Not only in terms of driving he is often impatient, maybe even Zalfa knows how impatient Arkhan is in terms of doing things that are intimate.
“Oke, wait for me. I'm there now,” Arkhan said after hearing Reza's explanation.
Arkhan pulled the phone flanked between his cheek and shoulder while shaking his head as the phone disconnected. His car pulled over and entered the club area. Arkhan stepped wide into the club. The thump of music and the scent of liquor and cigarette smoke mingled in the room. Sexy girls look frisky. Arkhan doesn't care about any of that. Just one goal to get there, meet Reza, not the others.
TB