MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
76. It feels Nyep Nyep
From the back, the man's body was very similar to Zaki's, even the shirt he wore was similar in color. So what should Cyra do now? Run Gibrit to leave that table? Or. Lord, please give Cyra a choice. Cyra's face must have turned red by now.
Cyra was stunned staring at the thick mustache above the lips of the man who according to his prediction was around forty-five years old.
The man wiped around his mouth with a tissue, his mustache was also partially wiped. “Who are you? How, do you know me? My business in this cafe is done, if you want to ask for a photo together or ask for a signature, next time.” The man packed up to leave.
Weh? Ask for a photo together? And what was that? Request an autograph? Jesus, did Cyra think he was a fan of the old man? Who is that guy? The celebrity? Rather than being left behind and as if Cyra was indeed mistaken for a fan, Cyra hurriedly got up to stand before the man got up.
“Sorry, wrong people.” Cyra Ngibrit leaves the table with a heated face, between shame and misbehavior.
He stared at Zaki who was sitting at the table not far from the man with the mustache. Zaki raised an eyebrow with a look like he was mocking.
Jesus, from Zaki's facial expression, Cyra was sure the man saw the incident just now. Cyra is more embarrassed by being caught by the boyfriend of the wrong person to play pinch waist everything. Yes, Cyra had pinched the waist of the old man whose Pe De was exorbitant. At this moment, Cyra really wants to cover her face with anything. The washcloth can also.
Cyra immediately sat down on Zaki's side. His face was clearly still flushed, it felt hot as if it was burning.
“That hand must be guarded, do not play towel-towel at will.” Zaki glanced at Cyra's red face. “Now you prefer Om-om yes than the young one like me?”
“Zaki, already dong don't discuss.” Cyra.
“The proof was Om-om's waist was towel-towel.” Zaki looked at Cyra with a soft look.
Cyra looked at Zaki pouting. Zaki could have cut it all out. Don't know what the confusion is about Cyra hiding her embarrassed face?
“Makanya, next time menggeliat tuh real people,” added Zaki still softened.
“I thought that om-om was you. Her ashes from behind her body look a lot like.”
“Zaki, I'll go home if you keep getting mocked like gini.”
Zaki's laughter stopped. “Starting cramming.” Zaki flicked the white cheeks of Cyra. “I like to squirm you fit snuggle again, really cute kayak marmut.”
“Well, start again. Cook me in kayak marmut?”
“Okay, let's talk about something else. What do you want to eat?”
“What's up, whatever, deh.”
“I'm a cool one huh?” tanya Zaki is still smiling.
Cyra nodded. Zaki called the waiter and ordered a meal complete with his drink.
“Zaki!” call Cyra soft, the shame that has not disappeared.
“Ya, why, babe?” Zaki brought his face closer to Cyra's face, sticking his shoulder to the girl's shoulder.
Ugh, Zaki! Geez, Cyra melted bang. Can the condition remain this way for the next ten minutes? Nyep nyep. Zaki b isa really make a girl soar. Hearing Zaki calling out to her dear, Cyra's heart seemed to fly somewhere. So this is how people feel about being kasmaran? His band mulu.
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