MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
62. Debutants
Shortly thereafter the Ma'am sitting in the front seat of Cyra got a call. Cyra jumped up quickly about to sit on that chair. Well, it would be nice if you got a seat. His feet will not be tingling anymore. Let the old manganese also not pa-pa, the important thing can sit.
E uh, wait a minute. This chair is higher than the other seats, right? Why ngeganjel? Cyra is shocked half alive when she realizes that she is occupying the thigh of a man, precisely now she is in the lap of a man.
Cyra hurriedly got up to her feet before the man she was sitting on was stirred by the tip of Cyra's head that hit the man's nose.
“This is my chair! Will I be the first to fill his chair, even you who sit first, anyway?” scold Cyra pissed at the guy.
“Do you not see, I first sit here, hm?” snapped the man who was looking down while holding his nose was no less fierce.
A showdown between Cyra and the man becomes the center of attention in the room.
Cyra widened in shock as the man raised his face and removed his hand grip from his nose. “Zaki?” Cyra grinned wide.
Zaki is no less surprised, because it turns out that the sloppy girl and has managed to make her nose almost crooked is Cyra. Geez, this is somehow how many times Cyra has gotten Zaki to shit. Only a few months they knew each other, this was the fate that Zaki had received. What if it's been years?
“Sorry, Zaki!” Cyra's anger faded. How could he possibly be angry at Zaki? The man who had introduced her to the meaning of love. If Cyra knew that it was Zaki who had accidentally hugged her, she would not have risen from her seat. He will stay in Zaki's lap for a few minutes.
“Your nose is cracked? Or broken?” ask Cyra from ceplos.
“Not pa-pa. aja pain.” Zaki briefly massaged the trunk of his nose. I swear, his nose hurts. But cook anyway he had to moan in front of a lot of people? Keep prestige.
“Do not overdo it,” sewot Zaki looked at Cyra with a sharp gaze.
“I'm serious. Your nose's red. What is swelling?” Cyra noticed Zaki's pointed nose.
Instead of responding, Zaki pulled Cyra's wrist and told the girl to sit on the chair she was sitting in.
Cyra was knocked down sitting at the behest of the owner.
“This is my number twenty-nine, after the patient came out, my number is called.” Zaki left his queue number to Cyra.
“Loh, how are you trus? You're here for treatment too, right?” ask Cyra who made the people around there astonished, just two people spray each other using muscles, now help each other with the view of kasmaran.
“Tomorrow to come here again.” Zaki then walked away.
Cyra stared at Zaki's departure, then his gaze was fixed to the queue number Zaki gave. Ah, Zaki so sweet. I sacrifice for him. Lope lope made Zaki. Cyra imagined a picture of love flying out of her chest. I didn't expect to see Zaki here. A real soul mate. Pake grabbing seats all over again. Not intentionally able to be on the bench Zaki. Lah, that trus was the one who made it Zaki's? Cyra then covered her flushed face with both palms while smiling. Ah, Zaki's. Make people half-weird like this.
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