MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
226. The Extra Part 36
Zaki circulated a gaze staring at the guest room that was different from usual. Cyra had already arranged the food on the table of the room. Especially the food that Zaki bought earlier. The woman also put down the special fried noodles she had just cooked with lightning in the kitchen. The aroma rotates filling the room, the noodles are even still smoky, indicating the noodles are still hot.
Zaki's approaching the table. His appetite somehow suddenly rose to smell a delicious aroma that tickled the nose. He took the chopsticks provided by Cyra somewhere, then directed the tip of the chopsticks to the noodles.
Plaque!
Zaki was surprised to feel the back of his hand being patched, he turned towards Cyra who was clamping down on his hand.
“Why?” Ask Zaki.
“That's for my temen-temen. They're coming soon. You really want to ngacak-ngacakin my cooking, anyway?” sergeant Cyra with a big smile.
Zaki stared at Cyra sharply. “You are more special than your husband. Look, you're sure of them. Well, where for me?”
“Mean it don't be the emotions that are foretold, dear. Ask me carefully, dong. I'm ready for you. Here, yuk!” Cyra took Zaki to the dinner table. He pulled a plate of warm noodles from the saji hood and placed it in front of Zaki who was sitting in one of the chairs. “I intentionally prepared for you. And I narok food in the living room so that your activities in the dining room is not disturbed. I asked for a room for me and the reunion friends. Can, right?”
Zaki's face that had been angry, suddenly turned out to be pleasant to look at Cyra's explanation. Somehow Zaki became very gems against Cyra since his wife's behavior was a little strange. Zaki looked at his wife's face with a face up because of the position of Cyra who was standing at the time. “I have to answer what, Ra. You will have agreed with your friends, where maybe I ask you to reconnect. Yes, you guys enjoy.” Zaki took the chopsticks Cyra had prepared on the edge of the pring and ate them.
Zaki's expression turned strange after swallowing the noodles. Then he gulped down the mineral water that Cyra had prepared.
“Why? How come your face is bent?” Cyra wonder.
“Kok, it feels different huh?”
“Kayak no seasoning.”
“He heee... I cook do not use onions.”
“Hah? Pantsan tasteless.”
“Cooking anyway?” Cyra tasted Zaki's noodles. “Enak, coking.”
Oh, my God, Cyra. Your cooking, geez, it's ruined like this. How can you say delicious? Will your friends not be able to mengelek menggerasain this cuisine of yours? They used to eat in restaurants, in cafes and cuisine maids who taste wow delicious, suddenly chewed food that tastes salty doang. Zaki could not bear to express his heart, afraid to disappoint the feelings of Cyra who was in the spirit of cooking. But how can Cyra improve the results of his cooking if not told that the cuisine is not delicious?
“Indeed why is your cooking not onion? Isn't onion the main spice that can make the results of cooking delicious?” tanya Zaki wants to cover alluding to the results of dishes that taste just salty.
“No idea why, I'm dizzy and nauseous about the smell of onions. I don't want to smell anything. But I think this cuisine is even delicious, really. No smell of the bawang.” Cyra sat down on Zaki's side chair and went back to eating Zaki's noodles.
Zaki grew more astonished at Cyra's increasingly strange attitude. Even with food, Cyra has changed. What's wrong with his wife?
Zaki looked at Cyra's lips that were pulling noodles into her mouth. Then Zaki advanced his face then pulled the tip of the noodle hanging from Cyra's mouth with his mouth.
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