MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
45. Wrong Hold
“Zaki, your body is very hot.” The heat from Zaki's body really felt out.
“Nothing, this is just a regular fever.”
“If there is a crack in your body how? Maybe the infection is why your body is hot. Going to the hospital and X-rays let us know the conditions in your body.”
“Don't bemay. I just have a fever. The clash also healed.”
Cyra distanced herself from Zaki's body until Zaki's tanagn circle came off. Cyra remembers how Zaki was asleep. For what sake, Zaki looks adorable when in a state of being closed and sleeping. It looks like a big baby.
Zaki opened his eyes and looked at the look on Cyra's anxious face. He even smiled widely.
“I brought you food. That's kutarok at the table.” Cyra pointed to her tamperware.
Zaki's gaze was fixed on the table. “Thanks.”
Again, Zaki pulled Cyra's hand making the girl's body again hit the chest of Zaki's field. Zaki hugged Cyra.
“Do not pervert!” Cyra used her flagship weapon, pinching Zaki's hard belly.
The man just smiled and took off his embrace.
“You sent me here, yes!” Zaki grabbed Cyra's hand.
“I want to go to college.”
“After aja.”
“Iya yes.”
Shortly thereafter Bik Pay came carrying a basin and cloth to compress. Cyra receives Bik Pay's gift items. He dipped the cloth into the basin, squeezed it out and attached it to Zaki's forehead.
“I flanked, nih?” Zaki directed his eye bead to his own forehead. Then his hand grabbed the compress and put it back into the basin. “I am not a child, which is so compressed instantly cured.”
“Bandel really, anyway?” Cyra manyun's. He knows who Zaki is. A man who always cheers his load without having to share it with anyone. He prefers to show that he is strong, that he is fine, and not weak, even though Cyra does not know what Zaki really feels.
Actually Cyra was very anxious to see Zaki who did not want to be given attention, did not want to be treated like a child. Zaki considers himself a man, who does not deserve such treatment.
“Don't go! Here aja!” Zaki held the hand that was sticking his forehead with a warm cloth. His smile faded away feeling the hand he held tightly. How, rough and wrinkled? Cook the hell Cyra's hand suddenly turned into like a mother-fat coconut grater like this? Zaki brushed the hand still with his faithful eyes closed. Jesus, this is really why Cyra's hands turned wrinkled and shriveled.
“Mas Zaki why remes-remes Bibik's hand?” plain Bik pay confused.
Zaki opened his eyes wide.
“Mashaa Allah!” Zaki was shocked and immediately took off Bik Pay's hand.
Jesus, Zaki's ashamed. His gaze circulates with the position of the body half-awakened. “Cyra where?”
“Have gone, Mas. He told me to put a compress on Mas Zaki.”
“Kok, I didn't hear?”
“Mbak Cyra whispers. Afraid Mas Zaki held her back and asked her to accompany Mas Zaki for a while longer.”
Zaki reviewed the smile. Basic Cyra! Play run away.
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TB
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Emma Shu