Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 32 — My Little Goddess

The beautiful flower petals were dropped replaced with new shoots.

Little Goddess, is an artificial name for someone who once saved me as a child. Why is it called that, because right in the seconds I saw her figure, she was like a beautiful goddess descending from the sky.

The name was exaggerated and exaggerated, but it was my way of remembering it. For many years I have never forgotten his service, the service of protecting my little life.

Since ten years passed and I never found her, I finally did not expect to see her again, I decided to give up looking for her.

But suddenly now the news came unexpectedly. Who would have thought, the person I was looking for first was the person closest to me right now, she was Miss Lisa, my own teacher and wife.

According to Ms. Lisa, what saved me was really her. He said, at that time he had known me long ago, precisely when he was 4 years old. He also always took care of me to play together in front of the yard.

Ms. Kalisa's family often came to my house because our parents knew each other and were friends. And by the way because of the friendship that I was betrothed by him later.

There was one part of the story that made me feel ashamed and sorry to have heard it. My wife said that it used to be fitting to visit and she would want to go home, I as little Raka always whined crying asking for Bu Lisa to stay at home, she said, ask that Miss Lisa stay longer.

But even more embarrassing, I even chattered and whined to be the husband of Miss Lisa blatantly in front of her parents.

Just contact both parents Bu Lisa laughed at my innocent action, then Mr. Aaron or Bu Lisa's father approached me and squatted down, “If you're old later, then, you must get his heart in order to marry my son.”

Miss Lisa who heard her father's words opened her eyes wide, she was shocked at what she heard just now. However, at that time he was only 9 years old, where to think there.

Little Raka also always clings to where Bu Lisa goes, she holds Bu Lisa's hand tightly, and if Bu Lisa lets go then little Raka will sulk and cry.

My feeling of hearing the story of Bu Lisa every word for word makes me sick, it turns out a lot of my behavior is embarrassing and childish—Well, even if it is still a child sih—entah it asks in bribe, but, ask for a cradle of the back, and many more strange requests.

At the end of the story I asked how he could save me when he was almost hit by a car, he smiled and went back on.

“That time after two years had passed, when Papa was off from work, he finally decided to visit the Mas family back. If it is not wrong, the age of mas is still 6 years old and just sat in school 1 basic.”

My head was rumbling and began to remember the girl who had always accompanied me since childhood, she had disappeared for so long that I had forgotten the existence of that figure.

“So...the girl who accompanied me as a child was you deck?”

Bu Lisa smiles, “Iya mas. So we have known each other for a long time.”

From here I began to understand a little, Miss Lisa was the same person who saved me from that deadly collision.

“But why is your time in the moments pushing me to have different hair? I didn't even know you back then?”

“I called a few times so you wouldn't step onto the road, but it was obviously too late. Right in the middle of the road there is a car that is speeding from the west. The car clearly could not see the figure of a child in front of it.

“Adek thoughtlessly ran as hard as he could to arrive first, and fortunately in the last second Mas was hit, adek could first arrive and save.”

Ms. Lisa breathed a slow breath after a few minutes of long storytelling. Her beautiful black eyes couldn't look at me for so long.

Next to my hand holding my chin, there are still some things that I do not understand, “Lantas why I know you do not exist? And when I asked who saved me they didn't know it?”

Miss Lisa was silent, she remembered the incident 8 years ago, “If not wrong after Mas passed out. Many people in groups helped to the hospital when they saw Mas's head that was covered in blood.

“And also those who help do not know anything let alone know that Mas saved by adek. So where had the men glanced at the 9-year-old girl beside him, they focused on bringing the mas to the hospital as soon as possible.”

I nodded in understanding, all the explanations Bu Lisa had answered all the questions in my head.

In the dark night of the sky, as we sat on the bed facing each other and conversing. I lunged at Ms. Lisa and hugged her tightly until our position lay with my body on it.

“Why are you, Mas?” Miss Lisa exclaimed in surprise when I suddenly drowned her face in her stomach.

I smiled and said dozens of words of thanks to him. That's right, I should thank him for helping me.

“Iya Mas, it's enough thanks.. adek amused ...,” Bu Lisa laughed loosely when I drowned and swiped her head on her stomach.

“Mas already ... adek amused .. adek nyerah ..” Bu Lisa continues to laugh until in both eyes watery.

Seeing and hearing Miss Lisa who could laugh like that was the first sight when she and I got married. I immediately stopped my actions when he was exhausted.

“Thank you just wasn't dear enough .. You forgot you saved my life. Now, I really want to reply to her, I want you to ask me something, anything, even if it is the hardest thing though.”

What I'm saying now is what I want to do, because somehow Miss Lisa helped me. After I said her long words, one of my hands gently stroked her hair, dipping her forehead with affection.

Ms. Lisa, whose breath had not been stable from laughing for so long, glared at me deeply, “I sincerely helped you back then Mas, adek never expected anything in return. Not even a little.”

“But,” Bu Lisa continued his words,” If Mas wants to force adek to ask for something adek want, there may be some things, but if mas do not want adek will not force.”

I smile reverently, “I won't mind, just say dear, what you want Mas to do.”

He nodded and began to utter his wish which actually made me furrow both eyebrows.

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