Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 2-Special Call

The words of others can make you happy just like you fly, and can also make you sad like falling into the abyss of sadness.

After school, my face was a little moody thinking about the incident.

I should not have spoken rudely to him. However Ms. Lisa's words are true, she's here as a teacher, not as a wife.

To think there I took a slow breath. Well, this time I won't turn my face to her.

An hour ago the school was dissolved, whether the students and teachers were allowed to go home. But why even though the clock is almost pointing to the number 4, Miss Lisa is still invisible.

Fifth time I've seen a watch. It's almost an hour more I'm waiting at the market fork. Fortunately, the rain had stopped, so it was no problem to wait any longer.

Just thought about it, coming from a distance there is public transportation that stops right at the intersection of the market. My face smiled warmly at who was coming down. Of all the passengers who were in the transport, Miss Lisa looks striking from others. Of course because she is the most beautiful.

I looked at her face from a distance as at every step Ms. Lisa led here. His long straight hair was several times blown obliquely, which made him have to go to great lengths to justify his return.

I looked at her sweet face for so long that I didn't realize she was in front of me.

“Come home!" Miss Lisa when it's near.

“You are beautiful.” I said smilingly ignoring the sentence she had earlier.

“Not that you always throw your face when you meet at school."

I scratched my head with a big grin, "Make it angry at school that Mom kicked me out of class."

“Ohh, If now?”

“If now of course not, how can I be angry for a long time with my wife."

Ms. Lisa rolled her eyes lazily hearing the chatter. He did not answer my words but directly rode the bike in the back seat.

For a while I looked up at the sky. The clouds are already cloudy up there, if true, then tonight there will be heavy rain in this city.

There was nothing I did but rush forward on the bike, not too long, only needing fifteen minutes of driving until I could finally get home.

The word home, of course, means my home and her. This residence is a gift from our wedding 3 months ago, which came from my parents.

After parking the motor in the garage and entering the house, I threw the body on the sopa without caring about the uniform that was still attached. It feels very lazy if moving or any activity.

"Darling, get me a drink dong... I'm thirsty!"

Miss Lisa who just put her shoes up, from her face she was about to talk to me but did not. He prefers to drink water in the kitchen.

"Thank you." I said after receiving a glass from him.

Ms. Lisa answered him with a nod and a thin smile, after which she went to the bathroom intending to take a shower and change clothes.

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In the evening, heavy rain was heard from outside the house. At that time, I just woke up from sleep due to being too comfortable lying on the sopa.

The first thing I did after that was to look for the whereabouts of Miss Lisa. It's not too hard to find him because from what I know, at this hour he's in his room now.

“Why didn't Mom wake me?” I asked when I got to the room, disturbing him who was playing his laptop on the bed.

“Nearly five times I tried to wake you, Raka. Still you're unconscious, so I better let you rest longer." Clearly without looking at it one bit.

I grinned at once scratching my head. My mom used to, to be able to wake me up I had to be with a bucket of water.

“You take a shower first, later I will prepare clothes and eat." As if she knew what to do, Miss Lisa got up and got me a towel.

I nodded obediently and quickly grabbed the towel. It wasn't too long there, because my stomach was empty I sped it up as short as possible.

The aroma of Bu Lisa's cooking was already smelling fragrant from the room which made my stomach even more hungry and wanted to eat food immediately.

Once there, Lisa was cooking. Even my arrival in the kitchen was not noticed by him. I smiled jailly looking at it and at a glance an evil idea flashed through my mind.

“DORR!”

I said in a loud voice that made Miss Lisa scream in shock. And after what I made, he even reflex directly hit me with a spatula in his hand.

The spatula hit was slow but the problem was that there was still hot oil stuck there, and with a drop of it flew right towards my face.

Bu Lisa laughs loosely to see me, “Other times do not disturb the person who cooks, will know for yourself the consequences now.”

I rubbed the cheek that still feels hot, “Basic."

A few minutes passed fortunately the cooking of Miss Lisa was ripe so my frustration evaporated in place with a smile.

“How is the cuisine, enjoy?”

Looking at the face of his question, he seemed to be expecting an assessment of the cuisine he was making.

“Enak dear, the cuisine is also delicious.” I smiled to praise him.

“Really?” Ask again which I answered with a nod.

She smiled happily, her beautiful face seemed to shine more so happy. I stopped the spoon swing, looking at Miss Lisa. Is he really a math teacher?

“Eh, you don't eat with me?” Miss Lisa suddenly got up from the chair and was about to leave the kitchen.

“I ate earlier." Answer's short.

“Then temenin.”

“Unfortunately you can't eat by yourself?”

“Not so, if it tastes different in its own appeal, more cool.” I answer the origin, spooning food to the mouth.

He sighed softly before being forced to turn around and return to sitting on the dining table chair. I smiled at him, he always obeyed what I told him and never denied. Truly a dream wife.

After eating I want to clean the dishes that have been used before, itung-itung help Him. But when I was ready to wash it he suddenly banned it, he said it was my duty.

I gave up and let it go. At first glance a scene like this felt familiar, until I finally dared to do something to her.

Still wearing the apron she was wearing, I hugged her stomach from behind, which surprised her and protested, but after I said only five minutes, Miss Lisa was silent and complied.

Of course it's just a lie. Even after five minutes I still did not let go of the hug with her.

Then maybe because of his uneasiness He nagged me, “Raka let go! I can't move."

I ignored his words, at this time I was tempted to smell his fragrant hair, I don't know what brand of shampoo he wears, but certainly by smelling the aroma makes me calm and *rileks*.

“Raka I beg ..." He looked me in the eyes with a face that was almost crying.

I gulped, she looks so pretty. In the end, I let go of that hug which after that was immediately replied to a hard pinch on the waist, “Basic is not polite” his chirps glared at me.

“Nothing times ... right we are already sah” I said grinning.

He rolled his eyeballs lazily, not retaliating anymore.

Around 9pm he and I were sitting on the bed. Right now either me or him both play mobile phones, busy with each other's world.

“Sayang. I may not ask for the right to be a husband." After thinking first, I finally said something hidden from earlier.

He glanced at me before turning off the phone in his handle, with a slightly hesitant face he asked, “You asked for that right?”

I nodded, though did not understand the meaning of the word 'it' from his words.

“Mm. I'm still a little scared.”

I frowned, “Why not be prepared and scared? I just wanted to ask about our marriage, I mean, about the rules of marriage."

Miss Lisa who had been lowered down now raised her head and looked at me, "meaning?”

“I want us to have a special call for romance. So I want Mom to call me ‘Mas’ from this second, nahh while for the opposite I do not call ‘ibu’ again, but with the name 'Adek'. How's it?"

He suddenly seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, like being saved by something, “Actually this request is a bit odd considering that I am older than you, yet you are my husband. It's my duty to obey what you ask, so slowly I'll try." She smiled sweetly.

At that time my heart was touched happy for his words, even if he thought that he married in droves. He never denied and always followed my strange plea.

\[**Have been Revised**\]

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