Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 1– She's My Wife

Nothing is happier when we know that the one we love loves us.

My name is Raka, I'm 16 years old. I just set foot in High School. Maybe it's been 2 months I've been in this new school, which others say says High School is the most beautiful time.

My height and weight are quite ideal with most other people.Not too tall and not too short, not even fat is not too thin. I have an ideal body.

Am I handsome-faced? I think it is, and there is no doubt about it.

If it's a hobby, I'm still confused, it might be my hobby to play games and read. My ideas cannot be told here, they are too secret, and I am ashamed to say so.

That was just his introduction first. Very little and too simple, right? But you'll know me in the future, so just follow this story.

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At the beginning of the rainy season, the sky seems not too friendly with people who move out. Just last night it was raining heavily, the wind was strong, the thunder was screaming, but now after a few hours it had subsided. The sky is starting to get cloudy again.

Sitting in the back seat and corner. I swiped both hands so as not to get cold. This sucks, I should've brought gloves to school if it was this cold.

It's now almost nine o'clock in the morning, it's a sign that maths lessons are about to start. Surprisingly until this moment his teacher's existence was still non-existent, it seemed like he had arrived late.

By the way, maths lessons at this school are favorite lessons for men. They always wait for the week when the lesson will come. Not because they are good at math, but because of something else.

I'll tell you straight away. All the male students in the class averaged a crush on the math teacher. It was not surprising, because clearly her teacher was beautiful and so young. Even if you look at him like a teenager just like us.

That's the reason all men love math lessons, even though this makes me upset, but at least they get more active in learning.

The front door of the class finally opened and saw a beautiful woman with waist hair. She has beautiful black eyes with natural lashes. His body was ideal for his age, his skin was as white as pearls. She looked like a woman who had all the beauty.

She was the teacher I meant, her name was Miss Lisa, or we used to call her Miss Lisa. The most beautiful and youngest math teacher in the school.

With his resolute aura and maturity, it made us become more respectful towards him. If there wasn't that aura, maybe we would always tease him while he was teaching, and obviously it was a bad thing for him.

“Good morning kids.” Said Miss Lisa greeting, stepping her feet into the teacher's desk.

“Good morning, Ma'am.” all the disciples replied, especially the man who said loudly so excited.

Lisa smiled. He wrote something first in the attendance book before standing up and said to all of us, “As usual, collect the housework first ahead. I'll check it out at the beginning!”

Without being told twice, all students immediately rushed to pick up the book in his bag, because the math book has two categories, namely notes and assignments, so it does not matter if one of the books is collected at the beginning of time.

I also did not lose the same as them and immediately reached for the bag, intending to take the taskbook, but after a few minutes later I furrowed my brows, my math task book did not exist.

My face grew irritated when I remembered that the book was left on the study table. I forgot this morning to get it in my bag.

“Does anyone not do the task?”

Right I was still looking for a book, hoping that the book would suddenly be in the bag. Lisa exclaimed from the front.

“Does anyone not do the task?” he asked again, which meant that Ms. Lisa had realized that there were people who did not collect her books in the future.

I let out a long sigh, ready to stand up to confess, before Miss Lisa who will catch wet that I am not doing her job.

“You didn't do the job, Raka?” he asked me as I raised my hand.

“Sweetly then. Not doing is the same as not doing. Raka you have to go out.”

I expected it a long way ago. In the end I will be sentenced to leave class even though my reasons are honest. There was nothing I could do but walk out.

I let out a long sigh in the long chair outside the classroom, looking up at the sky that had now started to drop a circle of millions of drops of water. An hour and thirty minutes ahead I will be like this, waiting for the lesson to finish with a feeling of boredom.

Approximately about 30 minutes passed, the sound of footsteps stepping from the inside towards the exit, He sounded calm and smooth. When I heard it, I didn't have to bother looking up, because I knew who it was.

“So, your to-do book missed at home?” Lisa looked at me from the door.

“Do you think?” I answered, no matter.

“You angry?” ask him again.

I snorted, not answering. Why did he ask who already knew, did I not say it in class.

Ms. Lisa let out a long sigh, she stepped out her legs and sat right next to me. The fragrance of the perfume she was wearing smelled fragrant through her nose.

“I have to be fair Raka, I hope you understand about this.” he said who even looked up to the sky.

“But I'm mom's husband, why should I kick me out? Why not in another law?” I looked at him with an unacceptable look.

"I told you. I must be consistent and fair to all students. Even if you're my husband, I still have to be fair and punish you if wrong.” He looked at me sharply, but his tone remained smooth and gentle.

I sneered, still not changing the fact that she drove away her own husband.

“You will know that I worked on it all night in the room, not the mother who enveloped me when I fell asleep at the study table.” I said with a sigh.

Ms. Lisa's face was blushing faintly, probably because I knew that she secretly cared for me when I didn't notice.

“We can't talk about this Raka. The secret relationship between us cannot be talked about in school.”

I don't care, “who told ngusir own husband."

“Already, Raka. Don't talk about this! I as your wife apologize for hurting you, but you have to understand. I also have other obligations. I am your teacher and I must educate you here.”

I threw away my face, even though he said it was true, but right now I hate to admit it, so I'm still angry with him.

“Basic wife durhaka.” Chirps slowly.

Miss Lisa got up from her seat when she heard my last words. Her face flushed red with annoyance, “Terso what are you saying! I go first.”

He walked away leaving me. Even when he left, I didn't look at him. Keep throwing away face, don't accept.

Don't misunderstand me. It's not that I'm disrespectful to my teacher, but right now I'm talking about being Miss Lisa's husband not a student.

You don't hear me wrong, if she says I'm her husband, because that's how I and she are. My teacher is my wife.

\*\***Bab has been revised**...

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