MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
31. Task Wow
“Al, I borrowed your son first to take care of Cyra, yes.” Andini asked Alya for permission.
“Bolecules. No pa-pa, really. Yes, you, Pa?” Alya asked her husband's opinion.
“Iya. No pa-pa.” Surya. “Zaki, you wait for Cyra first, yes.”
Zaki nodded again, this time nodding more incant, steady right.
“Ya, we'll excuse you.” Alya waved at Andini who was immediately embraced by Andini. She and her husband sailed across the street to go home.
Andini went into the house to pick up her car keys, jacket and bag.
“Mama go first, baby! All right at home. Inget, do not malag.” Andini spoke to Cyra and was immediately embraced by Cyra. Andini's view turned to Zaki and said, “Nak Zaki, please take care of Cyra, yes! Sorry to take your notes, loh.” Andini smiled towards Zaki.
“Nothing, Tan.” Zaki smiled back.
Andini breezed into the garage, he pulled the car out of the garage and honked as it crossed the porch. Cyra replied by waving her hand.
After leaving Andini's car, Zaki and Cyra exchanged looks.
“Why is it so great?” polo Cyra.
“Can't? Do I want to see the walls?”
“Heheee. Yes, come in. It's so cold here.” Cyra breezes into the house followed by Zaki.
“Tasks from you have not been stretched, loh. Teach me, yes!” Cyra looked at Zaki who was standing behind her.
“Loh, not tomorrow already have to be handed over to me? How, not yet selecesin?”
“It is precisely this malem my schedule nyelesein his task, kankamu denger himself earlier mama said that male mini I must do the task, right?”
“Yes, do it yourself! Let's add pinter.”
“Zaki, you want to? Justin bieber does not have to.”.
“Iya yes, I know that,” cut off the lazy Zaki hearing the sentence repeated by Cyra.
“Then that's it, teach me yes!”
“Well, so, dong!” Cyra pinched Zaki's cheek. “Wait for me to pick up the study equipment.”
Zaki who was treated like a child even showed his cruel look. Think Zaki's a six-month-old baby who has to be pinched on his cheek? Huhhhhh…
Zaki sat on the sofa while waiting for Cyra who went upstairs. Soon Zaki heard a noise coming from the stairs.
Gludak gludak dug dag…
Zaki was stunned to look at Cyra who rolled free like a ping pong ball on the stairs and ended up shaking on the floor. The items Cyra carried scattered, lapotopes, books, pens and cartons scattered.
Zaki rushed over to Cyra's body lying on the floor. He scratched the neck of the girl whose eyes were closed and placed on her lap.
“Cyra, wake up!” Zaki patted Cyra's cheek. The girl did not move, her eyes closed perfectly. “Cyra!” Zaki's voice sounded panicked.
You sloppy girl. How, can I hide it at will? What a less happy childhood to the point that the stairs were used as a slide. Oh, my God, Cyra, how could it be this messy.
Zaki's worries grew to see no signs of consciousness in the girl. Zaki put his finger to the front of Cyra's nose, the warm gust of Cyra's breath still felt. It means Cyra's alive. Jesus, Zaki came to mind that Cyra first went through the grave. Kan dear, they have not felt the surge of the world, cook want to quickly ko’it.
“Cyra, Cyra, plis wake up. You don't hear me?” Zaki patted Cyra's cheek. “Cyra plis, don't make me anxious. I love you.” Zaki hugged Cyra's head.
“Watsiiy!” Cyra sneezing.
Sontak Zaki took off her arms and looked at Cyra's now grinning face.
“Crazy! You can get me!” Zaki looks like a jutek.
“He heee. Just want to know how much your anxiety is like me.”
Not ahrus this way, Ra. Not funny! I almost took a shower on you.”
“Hah? How's dimandiin? Want to pervert, huh?”
“Mandiin cadaver.”
“Hah? You think I'm a corpse?” Cyra sit.
Zaki smiled.