MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
8. Wrong Tap

Cyra was already standing at the door after passing through the unlocked gate. He began to fret, what should he say if the one who broke the door was Zaki? Must've been a puckish guy watching him deliver food like this. Dikira Cyra is looking for the same face, lecturer. Duh.. It's because of the mama, use a whole lot of food nganterin all to Zaki's house. Cyra became like a fool pacing around the door.

Suddenly a bad idea flashed through his mind. Mendingn he threw away the food and told his mother that the bushel had been given. Cyra stepped back towards the gate.

Eh wait a minute, the business can be long if the mummy who was crumpled asked a stale question to TAnte Alya. One of them is this question, ‘gimana jengkol, my delivery jengkol stew is good?’. Well it can be his business, after that it was discovered if the jengkol stew did not reach the target.

Cyra had to go back to the porch and face the door. He rang the bell, but it looked like the bell was broken and it was no longer working. The evidence was repeatedly squeezed but made no noise.

Cyra sneered, to knock on a door made of such hard wood, of course he needed extra energy. It's a pity that his knuckles become blackened due to eroding when knocking on the door as hard. ta pi yes, that's it, Cyra exerted calm and swung his fist with all her might to produce a loud knocking sound of the door.

Plaque!

Uh, what's the sound of a different door knock, huh? Usually the sound of knocking on the door is not tok... Lah, this is really, plaque?

Cyra raised the face that had been looking down at the bushel in her hand.

Geez, so what he did catch was Zaki's eel now standing in the doorway? The man opened the door at an inopportune moment. As soon as Cyra's fist swung, just then Zaki opened the door and.

Oh God! Can you keep this careless girl out of my sight? Zaki stared hard at Cyra who was grinning wide and lowered his fist slowly from the air.

“Eh, you stay here?” Cyra distracts, hoping that Zaki will move on from the bump that accidentally just now. Cyra's gaze pretended to circulate to the side of the house. Cyra is confused as to what to change his position on Zaki, because at the beginning of the meeting, he has used my call-you. His tongue feels heavy sir. Bar only so, let it be more familiar and feel there is no limiter.

“Do you want to come here?” sewot Zaki's.

“Mau canterin this food for your mama.”

Zaki stared in wonder at the bushel in Cyra's hands. Why did Cyra give her food to her mother? Get attention or what?

“Eh don't get me wrong, my mama is your mama's old friend. They just had a very warm conversation. And now my mom has this food-canterin initiative for her old friend. Here, fetch!” Cyra thrust out the rantang, trying to display a friendly, as sociable expression as possible.

If not for the sake of hoping for good course grades, Cyra would not be willing to make his teeth dry because of a long smile like this. Dih, this guy is really cold again.

Zaki sniffed close to the bushel, he smelled a distinctive scent.

“Hehee... It's jengkol stew. Says your mama likes it best with jengkol stew.” Cyra was increasingly trying to be friendly. But the result is the same, Zaki's face remains slab and sadistic.

“Bring in to dalem!” tell Zaki while getting rid of his body, giving access to Cyra's path to pass.

“OK, again. I'm in, yeah!” On the lips, on the heart. As Cyra cursed, why didn't Zaki just bring her inside? As if Zaki did not want to bring the food sent by his mother, it feels like Cyra wants to pick up Zaki's ears and hang them on the clothesline.

Cyra turned and looked at Zaki. “This is where I brought the challenge? I don't understand this house.”

“No way to the room, right? Sure to the dining room,” sadistic Zaki lazily replied. “Right turn and straight hold.”

“Cyra? What is it?” Alya who was slicing sausages in the kitchen, came straight to Cyra. The kitchen and dining room were without restrictions, making Alya see the arrival of Cyra.

“This chicken kentaki same jengkol stew, Tan.”

“Wow... Amzing!” Alya clapped a small hand then stroked Cyra's arm. Very happy to get the shipment of jengkol. “That cooks your mama, huh?”

“Kok, aunty knows?”

“Timing college, we stayed one kosan. Your mama really hobbies cook clove, the result hmmm..” Alya shows his thumb. “If this is the way, auntie cancel deh cook fried rice. Just wanted to cook fried rice.”

Zaki who was standing nyender in the doorway, just stared at the conversation between his mother and Cyra with his arms crossed in the chest.

“Yes, we eat together here!” Alya pressed down on Cyra's shoulder, forcing the girl to sit down at a dining table with him.

“But, tan..”

“Eh don't refuse! Like you're here, we're eating together.” Alya forced. He immediately took the plate, soaking the rice into three dishes.

“Zaki! Come, here we eat together!” Alya waved a hand calling Zaki who had just been staring.

“Mama eat first!”

“Loh, you said that the laper wanted to spit breakfast, yes let's here we eat. Rice already exists. Tomorrow we make fried rice. Get Cyra to eat here, let him know what your cooking is like, Zaki! Come on, hunt here! We eat together!”

Alya's compulsion made Zaki step towards the dining table and was forced to sit there. Dealing with Cyra. Alya sat down beside Cyra.

Buset dah, can not ya tuh face made a little relaxed, do not tense and sadistic mulu! Cyra nodded as she looked at Zaki.

Zaki notices the interaction between Cyra and Alya that looks so familiar. Naturally, such a close relationship was established in a short time, the cause was none other than Cyra who was the daughter of an old friend of his mother. But why Cyra? The breakfast was really bad. Rice that passes through the esophagus tastes like chunks of rock. Seret mulu. Zaki's stomach is starting to stumble because he sits down with Cyra, the girl who bravely kissed him at the first meeting.

Even more annoying, Cyra reciprocates Alya's warm attitude with an attitude that is no less warm. Both look appropriate. Equally rempong.

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To be continued

Love, though,

Emma Shu