MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 43'S
Zalfa's heart stomped back strongly receiving Arkhan's eye gaze which was like it was observing his body. But he felt safe because his clothes would not possibly show his curves.
“Arkhan, answer me! Get me out of here. As if you could destroy this door your way.” Zalfa requests a full request.
But unlike what Zalfa expected, Arkhan turned his back on him. He pulled a towel from the hanger in the closet and walked to the bathroom.
“Arkhan! Didn't you hear me?” gertak Zalfa growled.
“Sit first wherever you want. I want to take a shower first, after that I just take care of the door.”
“Do you forget, the wound on your back has not dried. Will take a long time to heal if you make it wet.”
Arkhan turned his head as he stood at the bathroom door, the corner of his lips attracted a grin. “Thank you for the attention. I won't wet my wounds.”
The heat! Not Zalfa's intention of concern, he just wanted to make Arkhan cancel his bathing activities so that he could immediately open the door for him. That'sthat's all. Why would Arkhan be Ge Er?
“Or... If you're worried about my wound, would you help flush my body? So that water doesn't hit my wound? You can choose which skin can be watered by water and which one is not.”
Zalfa turned his face fiercely. It was always the perverted language Arkhan used to get him to talk. God, can he get out of that shitty room? In order to quickly he no longer looked at Arkhan's face, which felt increasingly insane.
Zalfa sat on the floor, near the door. He does not sit in bed. The bed reminded him of Arkhan's insane treatment.
Before long, he turned his head when he heard the sound of the door to his right being opened, and his face immediately turned to see Arkhan coming out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Arkhan glanced at Zalfa and shook his head. “No need to be stiff, Zalfa. You've seen me all over, why should you turn this way?” Arkhan opened the closet and chose his clothes. He threw a towel on the floor while wearing his underwear. Then put on all his clothes without feeling awkward.
Zalfa turned her back to Arkhan as she continued to ponder, her hands wringing the tip of the headscarf, her heart pounding. What exactly is going on with him today? Why are there so many strange and horrible things? To him, seeing people fighting, getting shot, or having an accident was terrifying. But it is much more terrible to be around a man who is not a mahrom not wearing clothes. His life that has been very obedient to religion, certainly never close to negative things.
“This is my home, and Reza occupies it. He's the one who brought all the keys to this house. Except for the front door lock, I also have.” Arkhan spoke at length and Zalfa did not turn his head towards Arkhan.
Zalfa's skin was goosebumps hearing Arkhan's voice, remembering the moment the man's lips twitched on his cheeks and said many things. It sucks!
Zalfa turned his head when he heard the sound of the door knob turning, Arkhan was done wearing clothes and now standing in front of the door, looking like he was thinking how to open the door. His hand held the knob.
TB