Married Senior Cunning

Chapter 33

"Emm... Can I have your mobile number? To be contacted if you're done with college, I mean. Not to mean anything," said Caesar whose tip implied panic.

"Can. On one condition."

"Your husband-to-be is also eligible only to get the mobile number of his future wife? Huh, that's right, hell!"

Kyla folded her arms around her chest, looking intently at the senior who had joined in throwing a furious look.

"What do you want?"

"Yes, please! Okay, what's the condition?"

"Hmm, the terms .. Don't call me if it's just a matter of no importance. Especially just a night's fad."

Caesar seemed to be stroking the nape. It's kind of hard. He thought hard just to agree the conditions given by this Ole Kyla. Fearfully, he could not hold back later.

"alright. I agree," Caesar replied in the end.

"Awas, yes! I'm busy. Don't bother with unimportant messages."

Kyla reached into the contents of her bag to find the flat-shaped electronic object. After meeting, he immediately type the name of the new contact: Caesar Galak.

"How many numbers? Let me chat first," said Kyla while continuing to tinker with the applications that were open before.

Caesar was losing fast. Aih, what a shame. Even Kyla is more nimble than she is. Just take out the phone he's slow.

"My number is 081xxxxxxxxx."

Quickly and nimbly, Kyla's fingers typed the numbers into her contact column. Then, he immediately sent a message to Caesar's private chat.

"Done."

It did not take long, messages from unknown numbers went into the Whatsapp Caesar. In a hurry he saw it. Caesar was furious not playing while reading the message Kyla sent.

Don't chat often! I'm a lazy person replying to pleasantries.

Just wanted to protest, the girl in front of him had already left. Entering the door of his department building, making Caesar growled. Fucking kyla! How could he behave like that to people? Moreover, this is a senior, as well as her future husband.

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Three hours had passed since the brief debate in the corridor of the campus building this morning. Now the sun is crowning over the earth. Also, there is no fresh breeze that slightly calms the heat here.

The message has not changed blue tick. Or, it could be, Kyla was used to turn off the marker she had read it. Thirty phone calls have been made to Kyla's number. I don't know what the girl did to not hear the ring thirty times.

Not to mention the number of messages. If counted, it might have been more than the 100 messages Caesar sent today alone. The letter P was sent nearly fifty times. The rest, subtle words until a rude swearing is sent. Miris. Not responded at all.

The cell phone he was holding almost became a victim of his frustration. He growled strongly. The flat object he had already floated into the air with uncontrolled emotions, almost thrown. Luckily, the girl he was waiting for intercepted him.

"Don't get rich. Buying a phone is expensive. Not bad, the money can be saved instead of buying and collecting mobile phones," said Kyla when he arrived near Caesar.

Caesar's movements stopped and turned into fists into the air. Really, he was very upset. His face was reddened from holding back anger.

"Why isn't the phone lifted? Want to miss?"

"Not missing, but markir."

"Huh?"

"That's looking next to you, brother."

Caesar turned to the direction Kyla was referring to. A middle-aged man was standing waiting for the two humans to finish talking. The whistle on the chest and the orange vest he wore seemed to confirm what work he was doing.

"Yeah, back!" the parking attendant said so loudly.

"Argh! Damn it, anyway. Just bother!" sergeant.

"Come, get in the car! Strangely enough. Since when does our college have parking, right?" gerutu Caesar opened the car door.

"He's looking for money. Don't be so bad," defended Kyla.

"Bela keep going. Who's his wife, anyway? Is he a parking lot or is he my candidate?"

Kyla's eyeballs rotate. He pulled his seatbelt and put it on his chest. One click sounded, the belt was already attached.

"Yes. I'm not the second candidate."

"You mean you don't want to marry me?"

"I mean, I'm the mother-to-be of my children. That's aja. Okay, don't be complicated. I'm going to sleep, yeah."

Kyla rested her head on the left window of the car. On the count of three, Kyla must be sleeping. One, two, three. Jengs! Kyla fell asleep as if she was out of war and exhausted.