MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
47. Plea
Cyra is pensive after receiving information that Zaki will get a call at another campus. Why would Cyra not be willing if Zaki became a lecturer elsewhere? Cyra wants Zaki back at the college where he studied.
Zaki did not plead, why did Zaki have to accept a punishment that he should not accept? Isn't that unfair to Zaki?
After a long thought, Cyra sauntered towards the dean's room. His heart beat in horror as it stood before the door. Why even cold sweat that first sticking out at the temple when you want to face the dean like this? Meeting the dean is not ordinary for him, it takes guts, it takes courage, it takes great power. His intention was already unanimous, wanting to talk about the matter of Zaki. Don't back down just for fear of being sprayed.
Cyra finally dared to knock on the door. Then he came in and heard the dean invite him in.
“Morning, Mr dean!” Cyra nodded politely.
“Again!” the dean, who always looks good with the face of the plate without ever seeing that smile, looks at Cyra at a glance and then returns to focus on his illuminated laptop.
Duuh.Cyra was gnarled once to see the plontos head of the dean sir. Seamless.
“What do you need?” the Dean was busy with his laptop.
“I want to talk about Mr. Zaki,” Cyra replied shortly after sitting in the front seat of the dean.
The dean did not respond. His gaze now turned to the stacked papers. Then he called.
Yes, muted. Cyra grunting.
For nearly ten minutes of waiting, the dean did not cut off the seemingly important conversation from his phone.
Bayangin, ten minutes is a long time to sit opposite the dean. For farmers, apsti can already grow rice quite widely. Huh, geez.
After calling, the dean did not immediately look at Cyra to talk, but was busy taking care of his mouse that was stuck.
Cyra's getting upset. If not remembering the man in front of him was a dean to be respected, Cyra would have been incubating the bald head of the dean in the ciliwung river.
“Pak, can I talk to you for a minute?” Cyra finally spoke up.
Lah, he's on again. Cyra was forced to answer with the same answer. “I want to talk about the problem Mr. Zaki.”
The dean stopped his activities, leaning his back on the back of the chair. Then looked at Cyra with a questionable look. “What to talk about Mr Zaki?”
“Actually Mr. Zaki is innocent.”
The dean smiled thinly. “Proofs already talk. The video shows the inappropriate actions of a lecturer on his student, why are you defending him?”
“He wasn't my lecturer at the time Mr.”
The dean frowned.
“The incident occurred when Mr. Zaki was not a lecturer here. It means he was not my lecturer at that time,” explained Cyra.
The Dean frowned, looking thoughtful.
Cyra actually wanted to say that he was the one who was the victim and Zaki was the victim, so Zaki should not have received the punishment. But Cyra remembers Zaki's message, so as not to waste the sacrifice Zaki made. If Cyra were to be expelled from campus for admitting the true incident, Zaki would never want to see Cyra again. It was the worst threat Cyra had ever heard. And Cyra doesn't want that to happen.
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