MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
61. Tantric
Cyra drives the car at speeds above average. Many times\-times he honks to ask for the car\-car that is in front of him on the move.
“Duuuh... wayward anyway this car does not want to move aside! Bummer!” Cyra again pressed the horn, then slipped as the opportunity appeared before his eyes. “This plate is me. Mey didn't wake up. Zaki again, tumben did not call, so wake up late.” Cyra said it herself like in soap operas.
“E eee eeh..” Cyra squealed as grannies crossed the street. Surprised, Cyra swerved to the side. The car stopped shortly after his foot hit the brakes along with a tire that hit the pavement.
Dudes!
Kening Cyra suck dashboard.
“Aw! “Cyra holding her forehead. Then he went down and checked the grandmother who was passing in front of his car.
“Nek, grandma don't pa-pa?” Ask Cyra worriedly. Once the grandmother hangers because of shock, can be long business.
“No pa-pa, Cu,” replied the grandmother made Cyra relieved.
Weh, since when did Cyra become her granddaughter?
“Seriously, Grandma is okay?”
Grandma is smiling.
Is that it but his teeth are all in? It wasn't Cyra, was it? This time he hit his car. Ah, clearly the granny is toothless. Cyra trekikik in heart. Grandma's sister was funny when she laughed. Like a newborn baby.
“Yes, excuse me, Nek.” Cyra got back in the car. “Suer, this will make it late.” Cyra patted the dashboard. Later then…
“Aaaaaaa...” Cyra screamed when he saw his eel crashing like a tomato in an instant. Palntesan dizzy, apparently the window is quite big. Shame dong to campus with a sharp forehead like this. Sadistic about the dashboard. Worshipers who prostrate for prayer tahajud hundreds of rakaat just his forehead is not up like that, then what reason makes the prettiest girl on campus suddenly his forehead is so?
Cyra signs up at the reception desk and queues in the waiting room with a line of other patients who are also waiting their turn to be examined. Not surprisingly, such a small clinic is crowded. Many patients. Even Cyra did not get to the waiting chair, he had to stand up. Patient in and out of the check room according to the queue list.
“Mbak, how many queue calls, yes?” Cyra asked the woman sitting in line in the front seat standing up. Cyra was so focused that she didn't hear queue calls through the loudspeakers.
“The twenty-fourth,” answered the shootout.
Cyra looked at the queue number. Buset, number 34. Oh, my God, when is Cyra gonna wait there? Until noon time. Fix, Cyra can't attend college today. To take care of one patient, the doctor takes eight to fifteen minutes, depending on the acute level of pain suffered by the patient. No need to be asked again the shape of Cyra's face that is shocked not playing.
“Mbak, shoot queue number to what?” Ask Cyra at the shoot.
“Twenty-eight,” answer the shoot with a smile.
“Mbak, want tukeran not same my queue number?”
“What is your number?”
Cyra showed her queue number while she rattled. The shootout was willing to help him.
“No need ah. That's his name tell me long here, people have been since morning ngantrai kok.” Finally the sewot tone and the sloppy face that now appears on the face of the shootout.
Ma'am, it's a normal time. Just answer me with emotion.
Fuck it, Cyra will be there for a long time! The mushroom!. Again, he had to feel tingling feet for almost an hour.
TB