Being my Teacher's Husband

Being my Teacher's Husband
Eps. 40 — 12 Respectable Families



Often they see money and possessions as bridges of happiness, but they do not realize that the bridge of happiness is on them



“I know you are rich but did not expect it to be this rich.” Reza said in disbelief looking at the pendant in his hand.



The locket belonged to Arin. In a few seconds, Reza borrowed it to check further, fearing that he had seen it wrong.



The pendant was indeed very beautiful, the silver color of it was like dazzling when seen in the eyes. I alone who was reading a book did not escape distracted to look at him.



Previously, the six of us moved from class to club room in connection with empty hours that gradually went home.



The reading club room in addition to being used for things that we should also use for a place to rest. In this room the atmosphere is very peaceful and quiet, so it is suitable for people who want tranquility.



“Why did you never say that you were from a distinguished family, Arin?” Reza asked in surprise while handing back the pendant.



“That's not important Za,” replied Arin. “Partially if you know there is no benefit right.”



“Yeah you're right, this means there are three people who come from 12 distinguished families besides you and Airin in this school.” Reza held his chin.



“Oh yes? Who's the third?” Ask Arin who turned enthusiastic.



“It would be curious, if you want to know, just ask the person in the corner of the table, he would know the answer.”



What Reza meant at the corner of the table was me. He said it meant that I was the one who meant it.



“Raka, are you the same?” Arin looked at me in disbelief, she was as surprised as Reza's expression.



I slowly nodded. It was not only Arin who looked at me like that but Airin and Della were the same, maybe only Zildan was not interested because she already knew.



The designation of 12 distinguished families comes from the mayor as a gift of honorary nicknames, because with the existence of 12 distinguished families the city is helped by prosperity and prosperity.



In short, the 12 distinguished families were wealthy people who possessed excess power and wealth. More wealth will usually be used for the benefit of many people.



One example is the Arin and Airin families who are the same as me, his family get excessive property and donate to fields that smell of education. They gave the money to the schools.



As for my family channeling excess treasure to buy land around and turn it into a garden. Well, the garden will be processed in people who are unable and the harvest will be divided into two.



This news is actually very common and long, but even so people will not forget. Because after all 12 distinguished families were good rich people who had helped them.



When Arin showed the locket to Della earlier, I was just as surprised as Reza. The pendant is a symbol of the family coat of arms, where the one who has it signifies descent.



I also have the pendant, but since I am a man I never wear it. The locket was a gift my parents gave me when I was 10y. Giving that I am one of the descendants of those 12 distinguished families.



Am I a rich man? The answer is very rich. Not that I meant to be arrogant, but that was the reality. You still remember the gift of my wedding house with Kalisa, for both parents I bought the house is an easy thing.



Well, my family is rich, but they taught me simplicity.



My father once said, “Be excessive will not make sure you are satisfied and happy, even often it is regret that you get.”



Or my mother once advised me with her warm smile, “Often they see money and possessions as bridges of happiness, yet they do not realize that the bridge of happiness is on her.”



Yeah, the point is that both my parents educated me well, never ignoring me one bit especially if it was related to treasure.



For an hour later the topic of our discussion in the club room only talked about 12 distinguished families.



Because of Reza I was asked a lot by Arin and Della about who my parents identity. Maybe, if it's Arin and Airin who do not know it can still be understood, but different from Della who was often in class in the past Junior High School.



As long as he's friends with me he just finds out about me coming from a distinguished family. Well, who told him not to ask, right?



After a question and answer from the two girls, I went to the cafeteria intending to buy water in the drinking machine. It just so happened that I passed by Miss Lisa, when our eye contact met each other, Ms. Lisa immediately smiled at me.




“No need to be formal that dear, no one here.” I answered him gently. I have missed my wife since.



Fortunately in the cafeteria at this time there is no one, because indeed the time is approaching to go home usually the students will never come here.



“You, what drink dear? let me buy it!”



“Nothing Mas, Adek bring money, kok.”



“Not what, which is hm?”



“Eh, yaudah the one aja.” He pointed at the chocolate drink.



I nodded and immediately pressed the button on the machine, “Nih dear.” I thrust the canned drink.



“Loh, Can't buy?” Ask.



“Buy. That's what's in your hand,” I pointed at the can he's been drinking.



“Kata Mas, this made adek earlier.”



“Iya, I mean Mas will be your ex. Well, you don't finish it all let me go.”



“Why not buy anyway.”



“I love your lip used drink dear, sweeter.” I chuckle jail. “This is dear sit! You can't drink standing up!” I said pat the thigh.



“Let's somebody Mas, Adek don't want.”



I glanced at the surrounding area before grabbing his hand and pulling at one corner of the canteen, this place is very safe, people cannot see it from far away.



Miss Lisa still hesitated to sit on my lap but I did not wait for her but pulled her hand so she sat on my thigh.



“I miss to know you,” My words whine spoiled.



“Iya Mas, later at home can also meet.”



I chuckle jail, “You're dong?”



“This?” He lifted a drink can. I shook my head, “Not that, your lips dear.”



“Now!” said Ms. Lisa firmly.



“Already, cheek yes?”



“Ih, you are not Mas?”



“By ya?” I ask once again. “Kiss cheek only kok.”



I didn't wait for another answer when Miss Lisa fell silent, it was a sign she was allowing it but embarrassed to say it.



But very clearly my intention was not just that, after kissing her cheek, I moved places and kissed her lips at a glance which actually made her blush.



“Mas lie.” Her great-grandson slowly hit my chest.



I smiled broadly at her timid face, it was obvious she also wanted a kiss on the lips, still lying.



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