MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
42. Twisted
Although it is not clear to hear Cyra's words, Zaki's gaze follows Cyra's index finger. He saw four more and more ninja motors coming closer to him.
Zaki was late in pushing the bike because two ninja bikes were in front of him, one tucked in on the left and the other on the right.
Zaki's eyes watched the motorbike that surrounded him. Cyra held onto Zaki's stomach tightly. He began to worry, worried that bad things would happen.
Zaki had not had time to brake his motor to avoid the four ninja motorcycles, the motor on the right nudged the Zaki motor until Zaki was forced to brake suddenly, almost his motorbike collapsed if his left leg did not quickly tread.
Zaki opened the helmet glass, staring at the men who were now surrounding him. Everyone wears a helmet so Zaki can't recognize them.
“Zaki, what do they want?” Cyra's getting anxious.
Zaki clasped tightly onto Cyra's tiny hand, trying to give her some calmness. Through the touch of her hand, she hoped that Cyra would feel protected.
“Down lo!” shouted one of the men who was still riding a motorbike, surrounding Zaki and Cyra.
Zaki drives his bike. Open the helmet and put it on the handlebar.
“Coward!” zaki shouted with a sharp look at the people who were still going around.
Before long, one of the bikes slid quickly and hit Zaki's body before Zaki could dodge it. Zaki's gaze could not focus as it did not know which one he should observe. Zaki's body fell down along with Cyra's scream that immediately ran over to Zaki's body.
Three other men pulled Zaki. He beat Zaki, beat, kicked and beat him without compassion.
At first Zaki was quick to wake up and provide resistance, but the shaking made him fail to focus. Kicks and punches were directed at him from all directions. Zaki finally fell helpless when his back was hit hard.
Under the torrential rain, Cyra screamed hysterically at the violent action that was happening before her eyes. Her cries broke, screaming Zaki's name, yelling begging them to stop the beating. But the attack continues to be launched even though Zaki's body has been drooped helplessly.
Cyra finally launched her flagship weapon, kicking the man's crotch that was holding her arm. But it turns out that the man only flanked both thighs with one hand holding the navel, while the other hand still sucked hold Cyra's arm, not wanting to let the girl out of his grip.
Upset, Cyra took off the man's helmet with a single pull up. Unfortunately the helmet was narrow until the man's head was lifted and his teeth stuck when the helmet passed through his mouth.
Succeeds. Cyra managed to take off the helmet of the unknown man. His teeth came out all, surely the man never mingkem if sleeping due to the bad lips teeth.
One of the men clicked a finger, gesturing to leave the place. The four men got on their bikes and left.
Cyra rushed to Zaki's body which was sprawled on the asphalt.
“Zaki!” Cyra grabbed Zaki's head and put it on his lap. Fresh blood flowed from Zaki's mouth. The man's face was bruised. Not only that, Zaki's cheeks bruised and spat out blood spots. Cyra cried seeing the wounds on Zaki's face. It must hurt a lot. Cyra could not imagine how painful it was. Cyra's tears mingled with rainwater.
***