MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
74. Gemes
Cyra knocked on the door and heard Zaki inviting from inside. Cyra pushed the door and entered. He saw Zaki was busy writing, or was busy.
“Zak!” Cyra immediately sat in Zaki's front seat.
“Hm?” Zaki raised his face, looking at Cyra's bright face.
“So you're really back at this campus?” Cyra smiled brightly. Actually that's not what Cyra wants to discuss with Zaki, but the gossip problem that is rubbed increasingly sip. But somehow Zaki's face makes the topic of discussion that has been arranged in his head froze somewhere.
“Zak, why not answer? Really cute, anyway?” Cyra shook Zaki's writing arm.
“Cyra, don't you want me to be busy? Look, so crossed out, right?” Zaki looked at Cyra furiously.
“Sorry.” Cyra stared at the crossed out Zaki paper. “The reason is that you don't respond, anyway.”
“So you asked what?” Zaki clenched the crossed out paper then threw it into the trash.
“You're really officially back at this campus?”
Zaki nodded while busy looking around for another paper in the drawer.
“You didn't tell me the same? Last morning when I asked you where you were teaching, you didn't answer,” protested Cyra.
Zaki did not answer, still busy looking for something in the drawer, also in the pile of papers on his desk.
“Zaki, how am I being checked, anyway?” Cyra's starting to stumble. “Ya I've been out.” Cyra stood up. But his footsteps were restrained, a hand was holding onto his wrist. He looks. Zaki smiled while tightly gripping Cyra's wrist.
“That's aja ngambek.” Zaki's smile grew. “Come, sit!” Zaki's brows pointed to his front seat.
“The reason is that you are byebelin.” Cyra threw herself into the chair despite her manyuning face.
Zaki chuckles. “I'm busy. Girls do suck yes, always ask the number unite.” Yes, what do you want to say?”
“This time I was checked again?”
“Nggak.” Zaki was very anxious to see Cyra's face when he was snacking. She was smiling looking at the pouting face in front of her.
“You why don't you go to the king with me if you come back to this campus?”
“Intentionally? Let's say?”
“Let's be a surprise for you, darling.”
Jiah. Pake said dear again. Buset dah, Cyra's heart pounding because of the word of love from the mouth of Zaki. Can you hear it again? But are you ashamed of being embarrassed?
“Nyebelin!” Cyra pinched Zaki's hard arm.
Zaki immediately held the hand that pinched him tightly. The man's gaze was so deep that his head advanced toward Cyra's face. The table is still a barrier.
“I am staying here because of you,” whispered Zaki with a very fixed gaze. “Campus offers in Bogor are very tempting. But I'd rather be here because of you, okay?”
Cyra stared back at Zaki's face which was very close to her.
Zaki kissed the back of Cyra's hand long enough.
Tok..
Quickly Zaki took Cyra's hand off. So too did Cyra who immediately pulled her hand. Zaki corrected his sitting position by leaning his back on the back of the chair.
Mr. Fauzan is in. The curly-haired lecturer danced a chair and sat down by Cyra's side.
“Please, Cyra. You can come out!” zaki said with his palm stretched out toward the door. Zaki's attitude returned to the origin, prestige and acting as if there was no connection between him and Cyra.
Cyra caught Zaki's eyes for a moment before he finally closed the door.
Basic Zaki, can really play flickering eyes. In the knowledge of Mr. Fauzan, it could be gossip around the dean, loh.
Cyra smiled broadly leaving the door of Zaki's room.
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