[Note] A Perfect Marriage

The Soul is in Front of the Eyes

"How dare you scold my son! Didn't my son say it wasn't his fault. So, stop the bullshit!" exclaimed a middle-aged woman who was embracing her fat son who was just a teenager.

Hearing the commotion beside the school gate, made the children in Junior High School uniform who had just finished learning huddle up. They whispered to each other. Wonder what really happened between the teacher and the parents of the schoolmate.

"Madam, I saw with my own eyes that your son had pushed him down. That's why I asked her to apologize" replied a young woman wearing a teacher uniform that looked so fitting with her slender body.

"He wouldn't do that for no reason. This kid must've been blocking my son's steps."

The long black haired beautiful teacher exhaled a heavy breath. It was as if he was being suppressed from all sides at the moment. His mind was in turmoil, confused as to how else to explain that his son was the one at fault. This middle-aged woman who looks from the upper class is not willing to admit her son's mistakes. The atmosphere is so noisy because of the roar of the vehicle engine passing by and plus the children who swarm them, making it even more dizzy.

"Mrs, please listen to me. I just emerged from the gate, suddenly your son overtakes me and violently pushes this child," explained the teacher as he pointed at the girl beside him.

"That means it's obvious, he's blocking my son's steps! Who are you to dare to ask my son to apologize. Teacher was a little bit of a doubt yesterday afternoon. You know who we are? Heh! My son is not a child who can be in a position to apologize, even if he beats him. Understood!" hardiknya while pointing the index finger at the teacher.

"Already, Miss Love. I'm okay." The girl in dirty clothes who fell down spoke up.

The young teacher with the full name Cinta Aulia Mirza was starting to look furious. He tightened his lower jaw while staring intently at his disciple's mother. His tiny hands were already very itchy to want to encourage the little-bodied woman to know what it was like to fall down. While continuing to try to suppress the already-exciting emotions, the teacher closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.

"What's this?" The baritone voice from behind the middle-aged woman's back shocked the young teacher.

A young man gallantly walked towards them with his sharp gaze. The eyes of the woman in the teacher's uniform were round and her lips were tightly closed. He seemed to be a little angry after the arrival of the man.

Well ... why did it really come. Can finish my work history if he gets upset, his mind is now closing its eyes while peeking a little.

"A–You ... His son's throne, Mr Mahardika?" The mother stuttered when she saw the man coming.

The young lady opened her eyes when she heard the stuttering sound of her disciple's parents. Oh, so he knows the Throne. Goody.

"Ah, there's nothing. Just a small matter. Let's go home, "take the teacher with a spoiled sling in the man's arm.

He had to slightly pull the arm of the man who was still staring suspiciously at him. Before actually leaving the location, he stopped right next to his disciple's guardian.

"Next time teaching a child to admit his mistakes is better, or do I need to teach him tomorrow?" he whispered with a blink in his eye and sauntered away.

The middle-aged woman slightly gasped at his words. He still looked confused by the situation that had just happened. What is the relationship of the young teacher to the child of Mahardika? She should not seek trouble with that superior family if she wants to live quietly and her husband's job is safe, the middle-aged woman thought.

While the man called the Throne was driving his luxury car casually while occasionally glancing towards the passenger seat beside him.

"Did you have a fight with that old lady?"

"Ehm ..it's just a matter of student discipline" replied the woman who was tidying up her long hair.

The woman in the teacher's uniform looked at him. "I really enjoyed my life when I could be with you and see you, like now."

"Haiish .. start again. Looks like I should ask mom to find a soul mate for you. I'm afraid your brain is going to get worse."

"Why should I bother to find that my soul mate is in front of me," said the Master, winking flirtatiously.

The throne rattled his hair with anxiety. "It is better not to open your mouth again if you still want to get home safely."

The beautiful woman pursed her lips while looking dejectedly at the Throne. But a moment later the lips that advanced a few milliseconds forward were gradually pulled up to form a beautiful arch. The handsome young man continued to be looked at meaningfully by the opposite sex throughout the journey.

"Love, we have arrived" said the Throne trying to resuscitate the hypnotized woman.

"Love!"

One snap of a finger in front of his face managed to restore his consciousness.

"Ah, yes?"

"Are you satisfied with looking at me?"

"Actually not yet, but how else ...," he replied lethargicly.

"All right, I'll go home first. Thank you for picking me up, Throne."

The throne pulled its head out of the car window. "Hey, how many times have I told you to call me brother? I'm older than you, "the protest was looking at the woman who was about to walk towards her apartment building.

"Alright, thank you handsome brother, this beautiful sister wants to go home first."

The woman said as sweetly as she could and kissed away on the Throne before breezing away.

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Author's Note: This story is only fictitious. If there is a similarity in the name of the character, background, event, or place with the readers, be happy.

Perhaps the inspiration comes from you.:)

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