MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 108'S
“Good. Then back to the original problem, you don't mind if I go back to asking to touch your body, right?”
Zalfa rolled his eyes.What did he have to answer? Arkhan's question sounds ridiculous.
“Can your question be replaced?” ask Zalfa clumsy. He turned around to avoid Arkhan, but the man placed his palm against the right side wall just as Zalfa was standing.
Zalfa turned his head left and right, Arkhan's two arms locking onto his movements.
“Where are you? We are not finished talking.” Arkhan raised an eyebrow.
“Arkhan, I am your wife. You are free to do anything over me.” Zalfa finally gave up and said the sentence.
“Low I ask that, because from the beginning you made a deal so that we get married without it right?”
Zalfa. Arkhan's right. At first Zalfalah made the crazy deal that would violate his religion just for the sake of wanting to return to Faisal. But now that everything had changed, the influence of Ishmael's words was immense in his mind.
“Now it's just us, me and you,” said Zalfa. For some reason his heart was racing at the sight of Arkhan's nimble gaze as if through his eyes. Even his body froze on the spot as the man's face advanced closer to his face. The man tilted his face and landed his cold lips on Zalfa's lips.
Zalfa could only remain silent when he finally reciprocated every movement of the man's lips.For whatever reason, Zalfa's body felt like it was electrocuted. Though Arkhan is no longer a stranger in his life, even he has done things further than that, but still, he still feels awkward.
“We're out now!” arkhan said shortly after keeping his head away. He walked out of the room.
Zalfa followed Arkhan to the front of the house. Arkhan pressed the button next to the garage door then the door moved to the side and opened wide. Zalfa stared at the contents of the garage that he could reach through his position standing on the terrace. He stepped slowly into a garage that was very large in size. Entering the car showroom, Zalfa gave a glance at the room, a garage filled with various types of sports cars and elite cars.
It turned out that the watch he had just seen was nothing compared to the dozens of elite cars displayed there.
Zalfa stared at Arkhan. What does he have to say? The man had already given her the phrase checkmate first.
“There are nine classic cars, thirty-nine sports cars, and nineteen luxury cars of various brands. The most expensive price is four billion more. I collect these cars because of a hobby. Pretty clear?” Arkhan explained before Zalfa asked him like he was asking for his watch.
If you can faint, Zalfa prefers to faint. Arkhan's wealth value really made him even more shocked. Who exactly is the man he married?
“Which car do you want?” Arkhan opened the desk drawer in the corner of the room in which there was a row of car keys.
“Zalfa!”
The sound of a call from behind made Zalfa and Arkhan turn his head. They found Atifa standing with a big smile.
“Mbak Atifa, what's up? How come, Mommy is here? How did you know that this is my home address now? Uh I mean, home address Arkhan.” Zalfa approaches Atifa. As he remembered, he had never told the address of the house.
“Mm... I happened to pass by and wriggle you here,” replied Atifa with a bright expression.
“Where are you going? How, tumben through here? Whose mom? Up what?” zalfa Flocking.
“Then take another walk. I'm alone, ride ojol. Where are you going so neatly?” Atifa observed the appearance of Zalfa.
“Ke mol equals Arkhan.”
TB