Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 10– Request Permission

The light that can darken the shadow itself

“People who like you, Reno. He won't make you suspicious of what you feel from your heart. The feeling of love is something obvious and real, it is not complicated unless you mix it with reason.” Said Mr. Ahmad explained, the third question he answered from the students.

Reno nodded his head, he saw Mr. Ahmad with an enthusiastic face when he heard the explanation. I don't know what's in his head, why he asked about love for biology teachers.

“There are more questions?” Mr. Ahmad exclaimed loudly, he was ready to answer any questions from the students.

“I sir!” one of the students held out his hand.

“Iya please, what's the question?”

“Eh, if the characteristics of the cheating spouse what yes, sir?” the disciple asked hesitantly but still insisted on speaking.

I patted the jidat. Hey, what does biology have to do with cheating, your questions have been off the mark since question two began. This is completely wrong.

Ahmad laughed at the question. “Weirdly, on appeal to the word cheating would be nice to replace by lying, because people who cheat would like to lie, right?”

The disciple thought for a moment before finally nodding. It doesn't matter the question is a little in the fox, as long as it can still be answered, so roughly he thought.

“Ok, I will answer,” Mr. Ahmad was silent first, his eyeballs look up, trying to compose the word. “ Usually people lie, they will be reluctant to meet with their interlocutors, they are always misbehaved, speaking not clearly. ”, said Mr. Ahmad explained at length.

About fifteen minutes Pak Ahmad explained about the characteristics of lies, whether in terms of view, in terms of gestures, then in terms of speech. Everything was explained in detail, as if he was an expert in that field.

The students who initially laughed at the silly question, became serious when Mr. Ahmad answered him. Of course, in addition to being interesting to discuss, they also feel that this is very useful.

“Have been children, Dad's lesson hours are up.” Said Mr. Ahmad who had looked at the clock several times in front of the blackboard.

“Yahh..” The disciples exclaimed in disappointment, they were already seriously looking ahead, hearing word for word.

“Half hour, sir." One of the students pleaded.

"Can't be kids." Reply Mr. Ahmad.

“15 minutes aja,” others chimed in.

Mr. Ahmad firmly shook his head.

“Shortly, Sir. Five minutes doang.”

All the disciples tried to persuade Mr. Ahmad, telling him not to leave first. They were completely infatuated by his studies, not biology, but his love psychology.

“Can't be kids, I have another schedule in the next class.” He spoke once more, but this time his tone was a little firm.

Hearing the reason, the disciples could not hold back any longer, they gave up. They are sure that any words will not make Mr. Ahmad stay, other than that there is something that is remembered in their heads. That's right, the next lesson is Miss Lisa.

I smiled happily, the lesson I was waiting for was finally started, which was mathematics. Although actually I was a bit reluctant when Mr. Ahmad left like most of the students, but if that's compared to my wife's lesson, then it doesn't matter.

The male students in the class also immediately changed their minds when they realized this, they almost forgot that the lesson they had been waiting for before was only a few seconds away.

“Good morning kids.”

Just now that Mr. Ahmad was missing from the turn of the front door, Ms. Lisa went missing five seconds later. He is indeed a diligent teacher, even a minute he will not let it just make his students wait.

As usual, the clothes he wore when learning to wear a service shirt with a knee-length skirt, his long hair deliberately dangled straight, and on his side there was a blue ribbon decoration attached. His face looks like a high school teenager, but when he is nearby, it will feel an adult aura.

He sat in the front seat, looked at the attendance list, then opened the package book he was carrying. “Until what material we yesterday?”

“Aritmatics, Bu.” Respond quickly Reno, he seemed to know that Miss Lisa would ask similar questions.

“Oh, you respond once Reno, as usual. Did you study last night?” Miss Lisa smiled, praising Reno.

Miss Lisa nodded. “It's true. Ah, that means you're really waiting for this lesson to begin."

Reno smiled cheerfully, she was like a lucky person in the world when she heard the flattery. As for the others who stared intently at Reno, especially men, they felt they had lost the cunning to make Bu Lisa glance at him.

After that Ms. Lisa started to open her voice, starting her lesson. Write formulas on the board and explain it slowly, enough detail to explain it so that all students can quickly understand the material.

An hour and a half passed, not feeling the math lesson was almost at the end of his time. I glanced at the watch that was now showing at almost 10, just five minutes away until we were about to take a break.

“It's almost finished kids should we make PR alone today.” Said Ms. Lisa, she had given the task before, but because of the time that did not have time, she turned it into a home assignment.

Some of the students nodded happily, as this was a way to get them noticed by Ms. Lisa. Then for some others just accept it with a slack, impossible in one meeting no task, that's how they feel.

CRINGS!

I looked down, there was a message on my phone, when I opened it it was a message from Miss Lisa.

“*Meet me in the UKS room at rest, there are things I want to talk about*."

I raised an eyebrow, not believing the message. It wasn't she who always forbade me not to see her at school, but strangely now it was she who asked me to see her.

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“What's the Deck, tumben called me at school.” I said softly.

Now I'm in the UKS room alone with Ms. Lisa, fortunately when there was no one, empty. It was safe enough for us to talk.

I first clasped his hand, unable to bear to do anything intimate when it was me and him. But just touching it, he brushed my hand off.

“Don't fuck Raka, I'm just here to talk.” He glared sharply.

I just scratched my head, grinning. Not feeling the slightest guilt.

“I am here just want to ask permission for you to come home late later.” he said looking at me.

“Tumben, not as usual. Why would you like to do something?”

“M... I'm just going to the bookstore first, that's it.” He said slowly looking at me hesitantly.

“Ohh, I'll take you back later.”

“Eh, no! I was there just to buy a book.”

I looked at him probing, somehow I felt he was impressed to hide something, but was afraid to tell me. “Who are you there? Same men?”

He nodded “Iya, same Mr. Farhan”.

I guessed! That's why he was a little afraid to say his words, because he was actually afraid that I wouldn't allow it.

“Can't," I replied briefly.

“But I promised him to drive him to buy a book, Raka."

“Stay no, I don't allow it” I replied firmly.

“As if Raka, we only bought books for a while, an hour ago we went home, that's it.” He begged to try to persuade me.

I shook my head. "No Kalisa. I won't allow it, and until then I won't allow it.” afterwards I stepped out walking, leaving him alone.

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