MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
71. Cocked
Lothawat! If the scene was discovered by Zaki's parents, they would definitely be able to be married off right away. Cyra wanted to stop Zaki, but both of her hands were under her and Zaki locked onto Cyra's body movements with a tight hold.
“Aw!” Zaki distanced his body from Cyra as his foot was stepped on by Cyra. He held his sick leg.
“Enak?” Cyra cengennesan's. “Nyandu really nyiumin girls people. Sins. Not yet halal.”
“I should be the one to you. You started it, Cyra.” Zaki was still grimacing withstanding the pain in the leg. Buset, step on Cyra's legs is terrible. More terrible than a horse's foot.
“He heee... If you dare to meet my parents to bed, then I'll give you more.”
Oops, Cyra is really pushing. Shame is not yes if the girl who even seems to collect gini? Ah, bodo is very.
“Oh... You defy me? Hold on to that.” Zaki was full of confidence.
Cyra laughed then exited the room and closed the door.
“Cyra?”
Heh? Cyra was surprised and turned to hear someone calling her.
Oh em ji, cocked. The ones now standing before Cyra were Alya and Surya. Cyra's face flushed instantly. What should Cyra explain to the couple while they are coming out of Zaki's room like this? Ampuuuun... early in the morning how has been pegged the same problem as this complicated?
“Eh Om, Aunt.” Cyra smiled clumsily.
“You... Why in Zaki's room this early in the morning?” alya asked with a suspicious look, full of probing.
“Mm... The Tan, anu...anu.
Iiih.. what the hell is this anu-anu mulu. What do you have to answer, dong? Cyra's brain thinks hard.
“Nyariin tamperware.” Finally the words came out of Cyra's mouth.
Jeez...What answer is that? Cyra wants to smash her lips.
“Nyariin tamperware? On akmar Zaki?” Alya was getting confused.
Well, anu again that comes out of the mouth. Cyra was confused to continue her sentence.
“Anu what?” alya asked with a smile despite actually being suspicious, what else saw the nervous Cyra.
Zaki's room door opened and the man poked out, already wearing a neat shirt stuffed into his pants. While his hands carrying a dirty shirt that he will soon put in a basket of dirty clothes, in the kitchen.
Zaki stared at the faces in front of the door of his room. Surya's face looked relaxed, while Alya looked curious, while Cyra's face looked nervous like a defendant was being interrogated. Zaki knew exactly what was happening. His parents must have caught Cyra coming out of his room. That's why Cyra's face flushed like a boiled crab.
“Cyra accidentally bumped me right in the kitchen earlier, my clothes trousers are dirty. As a form of accountability, Cyra said she wanted to wash my clothes. There is no Bik Pay anymore. Here!” Zaki throws his dirty shirt in Cyra's face, making the girl flutter when she catches him.
Damnit damnit! Even with Zaki's dirty clothes. Uh, good thing Zaki's shirt smells good. Zaki wants a reason to save Cyra.
“Yes already, I'm going.” Cyra smiled. “Mission Tan, Om.” He walked down the stairs.
Cyra ran into the garage and pulled out her car in a hasty motion. He threw Zaki's shirt in the backseat. Now the goal is just the campus. He's already late. Inwardly, he blames Zaki for his delay. Surely his friends have sat sweetly following the material from the lecturer. And Cyra, still driving on the highway.
The phone's ringing sound was already twice and Cyra ignored it. But the third ringing, Cyra gave up. He immediately answered the phone as soon as he saw the caller ID, none other than Andini. Can be taken for up to an hour if Cyra does not answer her mother's phone.
“Halo, Ma!”
“Where is the tamperware, Cra? Mom waitin.”
Weeeh... Tamperware? Yes, Cyra had forgotten his initial intention to go to Zaki's house because of a series of events that happened to him. What he got from Zaki's house wasn't tamperware, but Zaki's shirt.
“Lupa, Ma.”
“What? Cyraaaaaa...!”
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