MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
26. Sorry
The movement of Cyra's hand holding the car's door handle came to a halt as Zaki held back his wrist.
“What else?” Cyra looked at Zaki before.
“Cute me!” Zaki pulls Cyra's tiny wrist.
Without protest, Cyra followed Zaki out of the cafe area. I don't know where Zaki's taking him. They've walked quite a distance across the sidewalk. And Zaki was still silent, walking quietly without saying anything. Occasionally Cyra looked at her wrist that Zaki was holding.
Zaki stops when he finds a small stall on the side of the road. The stall that reads Mang Ucup meatball chicken noodles is small, but visitors are dense.
Cyra frowned looking at Zaki who had not looked back at him since. Zaki pulled the wooden chair and pointed at the chair with his chin as his net found Cyra's dumb-eyed bead.
As if she was being remoted, Cyra sat down. Zaki sat down by Cyra's side.
“Mbak, order chicken noodles two servings.” Zaki said to women who are busy serving buyers.
“OK, Mas!” answer seller.
“MAng Ucup where, Ma'am? Tumben not looking?” zaki asked as if he knew the seller well.
“Custom, again buy chicken.”
“Now the sale is already four, Ma'am? Was it traveling?”
“Iya. Alhamdulillah already have a place to sell.” Shoot looks so happy to meet Zaki. Both of his hands were busy making orders. Then he put the du bowl of chicken noodles onto Zaki's table.
“Eh, who is this? Wife candidate right, Mas Zaki?” The woman stared in amazement at Cyra.
Zaki smiled glancing at Cyra. “Name Cyra.”
“Oh. Mas Zaki Pinter really nyari couple. I know Rianti, the owner of this small shop.” The woman introduced herself to Cyra. “Mas Zaki is my husband's customer, used to often buy my husband's chicken noodles when my husband sold it around. Now mas Zaki must come here if you want to eat chicken noodles, because my husband does not sell around anymore. He said Mas Zaki, he will not come here again before bringing his future wife. Well, that means his future wife Mas Zaki.”
Cyra smiled clumsily.
“Ya already, please enjoy. Two-pack bonus for MAs Zaki with his future wife. I live first.” The woman returned to the back of the storefront, serving other shoppers with two of her workers.
“Mie chicken made by Mang Ucup is very good. Cobain, deh,” said Zaki, still without feeling sinful at his mistake earlier. “Temenku whose name is Alan who told me that Mang Ucup chicken noodles are really good. Alan is also a customer of Mang Ucup.” Zaki started eating his chicken noodles.
Cyra was still lazy in responding to Zaki. It's crashing again.
Throughout the meal, the two were silent. Until finally the chicken noodles in both bowls of ludes, dry, the sauce was not venomous. Looking at the contents of Cyra's dry bowl, Zaki believes Cyra also likes her choice of partners.
Zaki stood up and paid. Finished with paying, he was surprised to turn his head and did not find Cyra on the bench where the girl had been sitting. Zaki hurriedly left the stall, finding Cyra who had walked away on the sidewalk.
Zaki runs after Cyra. Until finally he managed to accompany Cyra's steps. The girl's gaze was straight ahead, unwilling to turn her head despite knowing Zaki was now by her side. They re-entered the cafe parking area. Cyra got into his car. He was surprised to see Zaki sitting next to him.
“Why did you get into my car?” Cyra frowned still with the same gaze, before.
Zaki looked at Cyra then smiled, very sweet. “Sorry me, yes!” The man rubbed Cyra's head. “Honestly, my mind was really messed up, I was worried about you, afraid that Faiz would report to the dean about the video.” Zaki grabbed Cyra's head, then briefly peeked at the girl's forehead. “I love you.”
The deg! Gedoran strongly stomped on Cyra's chest. His heart is not safe. His vision follows Zaki's body getting out of the car and moving into his own car.
Cyra patted her warming cheeks. Then start the car engine when you hear the horn sound that comes from Zaki's car. Cyra drove the car out of the cafe area. The sound of the message tone made Cyra immediately reach for the phone and read the message. Who else would have sent him if not Zaki.
Again, sorry about the spilled juice
I'm sure you can clean it at home
The washing machine still exists, right?
Cyra smiled. Gemeee…
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