Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 5– Wrong talk

Late night, it will be near the morning. The more complicated the problem will be approaching a solution.

The rain that began to subside made the gap of opportunity for the disciples to rush home before they were late in case the rain re-enlarged.

At half-five in the afternoon some of the house and street lights started flashing on along the way. Although it is still afternoon the atmosphere today seems already night, maybe it is due to the cloudy sky.

Me and Lisa are on their way home. My big motor quickly crossed the puddle on the road causing splashes towards the two sides.

“Dek, we go there first, yes?” I said while riding a motorcycle pointing to a food stall on the side of the road.

Like our previous agreement, that when we were out of the grip of the school, my name to Miss Lisa would change.

“Before I cook Mas." he replied faintly from behind the helmet.

"No need to cook first, we are tired again because in school a lot of tasks."

Ms. Lisa was silent for a moment before nodding her head.

After getting his approval, I rushed to park the motorbike across from the food stall.

When we entered, there was no one there at all and all it looked like was a middle-aged woman wiping the table. Of course with such an appearance I immediately realized that he was the owner of the stall.

“Bu, eat for two servings yes!" I'm booked.

The shopkeeper nodded, immediately entering the shop to cook.

While waiting, I looked for a comfortable seat to eat me and Miss Lisa, until we finally chose to sit next to the window close to the highway.

Not until ten minutes, the food came, because the atmosphere was a bit cold we only ordered warm food with ginger wedang drink.

“Where to eat?” I asked Ms. Lisa after we finished eating.

“If the cooking of middle-aged mothers like that the cuisine is usually delicious, more experienced."

I smiled as my wife wiped her lips with a tissue, and she seemed to enjoy it. I moved the position that was facing then now beside him.

“Don't be clumsy, shy to see the shop mother,” Bu Lisa said awkwardly as my hand grabbed her waist suddenly.

I didn't answer, preferring to sip ginger wedang that still feels hot, "You want to?"

Ms. Lisa shook her head "I don't like the jahannya drink, Raka."

“Mas dong call it... I'm not at school anymore.” I said demanding, even though he had previously called me 'Mas' earlier.

“Iya M. a. s.. R. a. k. a.." He rolled his eyes lazily.

I chuckled, who knows that this teacher who was thought to be a killer had humor. All the students in the school just see the cold and firm side of his attitude without knowing that he has a cute nature like this.

Seeing the darkening sky, we stopped and wanted to say goodbye.

“Bu, how much is it?”

The middle-aged woman looked over, before counting by pointing at the food I had spent “Thirty thousand in total, mas."

I nodded, took the wallet in my pants pocket, but unfortunately after a few seconds looking for it there was nothing, it was gone. I immediately approached Ms. Lisa and whispered softly to her.

“Dek, you brought no money?" My whisper is near his ear.

"Bring it, why?" he replied, even whispering.

“Bentar” He reached into the bag and took out his wallet. He was beginning to understand my situation. And without much asking he gave the money to the owner of the shop mother.

“This is the money, Mom."

“Oh yes thank you.” The middle-aged woman replied with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Dek, I'll pay if I go home,” I smile awkwardly when I'm outside. It feels very embarrassed, who initially wanted to treat Bu Lisa, Eh, even kepractir.

“It's okay, I'm married. I should've helped like this."

As if time had stopped, I couldn't believe what he was saying right now. The swish of happiness feels warm in the heart poking out throughout the body gently.

What I did not expect from his words was that warm gentleness, that tenderness that made my heartbeat beat fast.

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There is nothing more soothing than feeling a water massage from the shower when taking a shower, if you remember again even this is more comfortable than the massage itself.

If only the shower that night was not at risk of disease maybe I would have been there long. But of course I did not do that, however I had to rush out, my skin had started to wrinkle from earlier.

In front of there, right on the mattress already lies my clothes with a complete change. I smiled, this must have been my wife when I had not told her to prepare clothes before.

“Truly a good wife." Mumamku.

It is not difficult to find Miss Lisa because she is currently sitting in the middle of the house, her big beautiful black eyes looking straight at the book.

I immediately stepped up to him, at this time he was wearing a house shirt that was fairly simple and simple. When she wasn't wearing her desk shirt, she looked like a teenage girl of high school age, looking younger and prettier.

Without needing her approval, I immediately slept on her thigh which made the master slightly startled and turned his head. Ms. Lisa did not comment on anything that meant she allowed me to sleep on her thigh.

“Dek, please dong get me the TV remote, there!” I pointed my finger at the table, because I fell asleep at the time, my hand could not reach it.

He did not answer but took the remote and gave it to me.

A few minutes passed, I grumbled a little. I took a slow breath looking at the spectacle of a row of news that I thought was useless and not exciting. Can't they watch cartoons on nights like this? really boring, or at least they show entertainment, it's better than TV news that just juxtaposes that story.

I who was in his thigh looked up to see him who was still reading. Her eyes were agile along every line of letters, Miss Lisa was completely unperturbed by my being here.

Because there was no exciting telivisi spectacle, I turned the body position in the opposite direction, leading to the stomach of Miss Lisa. I moved my hand trying to stroke Miss Lisa's stomach.

Ms. Lisa closed the book because feeling the rubbing of my hand, my actions clearly disturbed her.

"I want in the future, someone will grow up here" I muttered as I stroked his stomach.

At that time I did not know that the woman would be as sensitive as her feelings, right words I let out, Miss Lisa immediately looked at me with a view that was difficult to interpret but there was an impression of guilt.

“Maap Raka, until now I have not exercised some of your rights on me,” those are the words he said to me in a soft tone.

I realized at once that I was saying something wrong, it seemed like I had spoken wrongly. “Not like that Deck means.. earlier it was just a phrase, no more.”.

He smiled compulsively before finally parting into the room. I on the other hand just looked at it lost from sight, confused what to do.

“Ah... Really shit! Why was I talking like that.”.

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