MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
70. Seductions
“Jeez, you again!” Zaki cursed with a sharp wielding gaze. He flicked his front shirt that was stained with oil, an omelet had hit the shirt before landing on the floor.
“Sorry.” Cyra widens the smile. But still, Zaki's face still looks bad. Cyra stared at the omelet that was lying on the floor then said, “Not five minutes, can be taken.”
“This floor is a former sandal. Where possible food that falls to the floor can be taken again. Don't come into my house if it only makes me mess up.” Zaki lifted the egg that had fallen on the floor then threw it into the trash.
“You're back again, anyway? Are you angry with me? I'm sorry. Heee..”.
Zaki looked at Cyra's face. The girl pressed her cheek against Zaki's arm. Who said Zaki was angry? How could Zaki be angry at Cyra. Just count how much carelessness Cyra has done to Zaki, still Zaki loves Cyra.
Zaki took off the apron and put it on the back of the chair.
“Kok, you cook yourself? Isn't there Bik Pay?” wonder Cyra.
“Bik Pay again permission.”
“Wait a minute, how do you look? Where to?” Cyra looked suspiciously at Zaki's appearance. Zaki has got a new campus.
“I'm a lecturer. I have a place to teach. Of course I have to start my work.”
“Hah? Whereabouts? How come you're not ngabarin?” Cyra follows Zaki who walks out of the kitchen.
“On campus.”
“Iya. Which campus?”
“Do I need to tell you everything?”
“I just want to know. Really in Bogor? Or in Jakarta?” Cyra grabbed Zaki's sleeves and shook his shoulders.
Zaki turned his head, looking closely at Cyra.
Cyra swallowed the saliva staring at Zaki's different gaze. That look was like wanting something.
“You why follow me? Would you like to watch me change clothes, hm?” Zaki raised an eyebrow.
Hearing Zaki's words, Cyra spread a glance around. He realizes that he is already in Zaki's room. Oops.Cyra's face is heating up. He then stepped to the left to leave immediately. But his chest hit Zaki's arm which had been out of the question since when the man's palm was treading on the wall until the cross-strapped burly arm blocked Cyra's body movement.
Aish, Zaki deliberately put his hand across like this. He must have just fancied a soft object about his arm. Your mockery, Zak.
“Come, if you want to watch.” Zaki began to take off his shirt buttons with one hand, starting at the top.
“E e eeh... You're nothing, anyway!” Cyra held Zaki's hand. “Do not pervert!”
“You asked for. Pake followed me to my room all. I already know my clothes are dirty, of course I have to change clothes quickly, right?”
“Iya, I'm out.” Cyra stepped to the right. But Zaki's burly arms have framed his body by placing his palms against the wall. Now Cyra's body is locked by Zaki's two burly arms, left and right.
Zaki looked at Cyra without saying a word.
Tatpan that makes Cyra trouble emnelan saliva. Nervous. And when Zaki's face was already one cent of Cyra's face, Cyra's palms immediately held Zaki's chest.
“Do not!” cyra said with a heart deg-degan. “Says I'm changing clothes. Scribbles! Later late!”
Zaki tucked Cyra's hair that partially covered the face behind the ear. The touch of Zaki's palm that rubbed Cyra's hair over the head, made Cyra's hair bristle.
“You always start. Why now ban?” Zaki landed his lips before Cyra could answer.
The man hugged Cyra's tiny body.
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