MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
50. Be proposed?
“Later for your birthday, my parents and I were invited. I have a special gift for you. I had to buy it myself.” Zaki looked at Cyra from a distance.
“Mama who has the intention of not attending the event. Small-time events. We are the only ones who will be at the event later malem,” said Cyra. “What did you buy?”
“Something you might like, and you might not like.”
“What is it?”
“You know what's for a surprise?”
“Mm...”.
“Do not think.”
“Ish ish... Zaki is so fierce, anyway? Yes, it's for a surprise.”
“Maybe the contents of the card do not make a surprise for you. It would be more surprising if I applied to you. Bener, no?”
Huh huh? Cyra was shocked. Zaki, what was that talking about? Cyra wants to hear it again. Wander? Adududududu.. Why is Cyra's heart so rame like this? How far is Zaki's mind about their relationship? Really, Cyra was made to float by Zaki's statement.
“I mean... You want to say to bokap nyokap me if we have such a relationship?” Cyra wants an explanation.
“No way we're going to date forever? Don't you want to marry me?”
Heih's? The marriage? How come Cyra hasn't thought of it yet? But hearing Zaki say the word marriage, Cyra became a persimmon. Cyra loves Zaki so much, that statement never hurts. If only they were married, it would be the most beautiful thing in Cyra's life.
“Neither shall I refuse to live forever with you. That is the ultimate goal of a relationship,” Cyra replied.
“You are facing graduation soon, there is no harm in me expressing my good intentions to your parents, right?”
Oh my goodness, Cyra wants koprol while screaming. E uh, but afraid of being thrown from the balcony, the second floor is quite capable of making brain stutters.
“What are you brave for?”
Cesss. Cyra's heart is cold. Not married yet is this happy, how will you marry later? Ah, Cyra's mind drifted everywhere.
“Don't imagine the ones who are frenzied first huh, Ra. Marriage used to be.”
Zaki's words made Cyra widen. Zaki said what the hell? Who is weird too.
“If you marry me, how many children do you want?” tanya Zaki makes Cyra grin wide. Not yet married to a child. Buset.
“Two is enough,” plain Cyra while imagining small quips that will be the next generation. Duh must be so funny.
“Yakin? I want ten, Ra. Let rame.”
“Crazy! You think getting pregnant is easy?”
“Ha haaa. If not, then not pa-pa. All you can. I know how hard women are pregnant, giving birth and breastfeeding. That's why a mother is three stories higher than a father.”
Wow wow. Zaki sok care. Noh, where out the lecture sentence again. Feel the famous ustad lecture. Anyway why the talk so it gets to the child all the way? Make Cyra really-benere bergebayangin that no doubt.
“Cyraaa...!”.
Cyra's ears suddenly seemed to curl at the sound of her mother calling.
“Udah first yes, Ki. Mama called tuh. If not already answered, really late on.”
“Oke.” Zaki disconnected the phone.
Cyra squandered in fulfilling her mother's call.
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