MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
216. The Extra Part 26
Zena returned to the car and put two drinks on the dashboard.
Zaki took one of the drinks and gulped it down. “Come, drink! You're not thirsty?”
“Neg. I'm afraid of the dust sticking in his glass, and I'm coughing.”
“Ya. Can be for later.” Zaki took the other drink and kept it. Then Zaki drove back to the car.
Zena watched Zaki along the way.
“Zena, I want to ask, why do you want to be betrothed to me, a man who is married?” ask Zaki.
“I've been horrified about you, Mas. You are a lecturer who became a campus idol, and then married to his student. I subconsciously admire you, just like the students who become your students.”
“And willing to be second wife?”
“This is for the sake of giving offspring to you, not solely because of the desire of lust doang.”
“Ooh. Goodness.” Zaki stopped the car. “Where are you in college?”
“At the next campus, near your campus too.”
Zaki nodded. Soon the car stopped.
Zena's gaze circled outwards. There is a small shop on the side of the road where the left side of the right side is lined with tarps, tables and chairs are shabby.
“Kok, stop?” ask Zena.
“Come, down.” Zaki took off the sealbelt.
“We want to do something here, Mas?”
“Eat.” Zaki got out of the car and waltzed into the small stall area and sat on one of the wooden chairs. He could not imagine what Zena's facial expression was like when she left it. And Zaki's smile just came out imagining Zena's face that might be red. How could Zaki's warrior-man take him to eat in such a place? so the calculation of the figure of the man who will become her husband later.
Zaki glanced at Zena who was sitting opposite him with a uneasy expression. Some of the people sitting at the other table seemed to be watching Zaki and Zena with astonished looks. A couple eating in such a place? Weird, right.
Zaki took the phone out of his shirt pocket when he heard the incoming message. No other message from Cyra.
Cyra
How, darling?
Plan succeeded?
Zaki smiled reading the message, then he typed the message and sent a message to Cyra.
Zaki's
Grandly succeeded.
You'll laugh when you hear my story, baby.
Cyra
Ha haaaa's....
I'm laughing now
Zaki's
We will laugh together.
Cyra
Yes already.
Met hard work
Zaki's
Muuya...
Zaki looked at Zena whose face was bent to see herself sms-an. “Eh this text from my wife, Cyra,” said Zaki lightly.
Zena swallowed the saliva very hard.
“Mas handsome, Mbakcantik, want to eat what?” The owner of the stall dressed in shabbiness approached Zaki's desk.
Zena noticed the woman's clothes.Even the clemek she was wearing was already seven-figure.
“Seputin aja want to eat what,” said Zaki.
“I don't know what the food menu here is.”
“What food is there, Buk?” ask Zaki.
“Lontong pecel, vegetable lontong, nasi uduk, the same fried rice,” replied the mother kindly.
“Lontong pecel how much?” ask Zaki.
“Lontong pecel and vegetable lontong cost the same, eight thousand. If you use eggs it will be ten thousand.”
“How many heads?”
“Ten thousand.”
“Fried rice?”
“Same, ten thousand.”
“Ooh, yes lontong pecel ajadua portion. Do not use eggs yes.”
Zena frowned. Zaki had already chosen the cheapest food, not even willing to give eggs for his side dishes.
“Drink what, Mas?”
“Air white only. Don't the aqua glass ya.”
“Loh, so, which water again, Mas?”
“Drinking water that doesn't pay, Mom. From the mother's glass, it is not sold anyway if taken from gallon.”
The owner of the stall gawked, but then nodded and sauntered into the kitchen.
Zena bobbing head. What kind of man would he marry? his stingy begs for mercy. Not married just a detailed calculation is not playing, what if you are married later?
TB