Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 68 — Secret Feelings

In the dry season, the morning atmosphere seems cooler. Heavy fog blocks visibility. The breath is visible from the mouth and evaporates upwards and disappears.

I yawned for the umpteenth time to make my eyes a little watery, but last night I slept enough, not too late, but why still feel sleepy?

The jacket that was worn earlier I pull tighter, let it warm. The atmosphere of the school at 6:20, it was still quiet, there were only a few students who had just arrived.

I walked in the classroom corridor alone, occasionally rubbing my palms so as not to get too cold. When I arrived in class, I sat in the back of the corner as usual.

Here, there were only three female students who seemed to have just arrived, they were chatting and laughing, talking about what activities were on the semester break.

It has been two weeks off finally semester 2 at the beginning, school activities will come back to life. The shitty lessons, the group activities, the schoolwork, everything will be back in my life.

My wife said, actually there is nothing different between the previous semester and the current semester. That is, for grade 1 High School, you will not be asked to think about which university later, the task is only required for grade 2 and 3.

As I thought about it, again I yawned, my eyes watering like crying, I immediately wiped it down in fear of anyone seeing and misunderstanding.

I haven't seen that girl in a long time. The woman who had shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, in a high school uniform covered in a blue white jacket, and hey... The girl now wears a scarf, since when did she wear it?

The girl I was referring to was Della, she had just arrived in class, she first greeted the 3 women who were gathering, then she turned her head towards me, before long, come say hello by waving a hand that I immediately reply with a nod.

After Della put her bag on the chair, she walked towards me. His shoulder-length hair was swaying along with his steps, his eyes were staring at me, it turned out to be true, he was indeed heading here.

“During not meeting Raka, how was your holiday, exciting?” Della pulled out one of the chairs in front of me and sat down quietly. His face was shining, radiating happiness.

I frowned, astonished. Since when did Della get so close like this, I mean, we were close but not like this proximity, at most we just greet each other, chat a little, never mince words like this.

“Lumayan.” As her friend I still have to answer, it is impolite for her to ask while I am silent. “If you?”

“Ah, are you kidding me? You know for yourself Raka, where there is a vacation in my family, when 2 weeks ago I was just at home, helping with the work of parents. At most only a few days I walk, even in the park near my house.”

Della refuted her chin with a hand, letting out a long sigh. I guess he really didn't relax on vacation yesterday.

Among my five friends, the life of the Della family is indeed all-sufficient, unlike anything else that can be said to be rich.

In the past when she was in Junior High, Della often sold in school, trading light cakes in her class. He was very excited to bring the cake box, go around selling it, to the classroom and the canteens.

As time went on, there was progress in the economy of their family, as now, they had their own cake shop, just waiting, no need to go around the houses to sell it.

“Yoh, friends.” Reza had just arrived, she greeted me from the door and immediately stepped here. The bag he was carrying was tied to his shoulder, while one of his hands was kept in his pants pocket.

I raised both eyebrows, enough in response to his greeting.

“Hai...” while walking towards me, he greeted me back, but the other one looked at him towards Della.

“Oh, uh, mm. h-hai.” Della answered nervously.

“New to?” ask Reza who is now sitting next to my stool, where Zildan's bench is.

“It should have arrived, but there are some problems on the way so it's a bit late.” Reza waved his hand, explaining.

Oi! Oi! Oi! Something's wrong here. Since when did they become greeting, and behold, the two were chatting, not caring about me sitting in between.

I squinted my eyes, looking at Reza and Della in turn. ‘Hm... there seems to be a scene that I do not know so that the two can be this close, the feeling before their semester break is not like this, even still fighting’.

“Hey, it is impolite to stare at others like that.” Reza glared, annoyed that I was looking at him.

I hold my chin with a probing face, “Since when were you two familiar?”

My question clearly made them shocked, both of them simultaneously looked at each other, confused as to what to answer.

On the other hand, I got another answer. In view of the situation, it seems like the two have known each other's feelings, feelings of like in the name of quarrels and hate.

I'll explain about both of them a little.

You're too naive to say that Reza and Della's relationship is a relationship of hate and love, they're both not like that.

From the beginning of Junior High, when Reza and Della met, the two liked each other at first sight. I don't know exactly why the two have fought each other until now, but it's definitely just their alibi, a lie to cover up their feelings of joy.

Della and Reza is a strange but romantic love story, I can say that because I know the story of both.

For example, once upon a time, Reza forgot to bring a pen during a lesson exam, he was confused because he did not get a pen loan from anyone.

Della, who knew it and happened to have two, pretended to drop the pen under Reza's chair, deliberately to get Reza to use it. Of course Reza was aware of Della's actions, who indirectly wanted to give the pen, Reza just muttered softly, saying thank you.

Then too, it was once reversed. One morning Della was not as usual misadventure made her have to rush to school and forget her breakfast morning. Throughout the lesson he just held his stomach, feeling hunger.

Reza was kind enough to buy bread in the cafeteria and smuggle it in Della's bag in secret.

When Della opened her bag and found that there was bread, the first look she wrote was Reza, it was true, Della knew that Reza was the one who put the bread in her bag.

That's just part of his story that is actually much more. Although the two look hostile from the outside, reality and facts are far reversed, they like each other and help each other.

Unfortunately even so, the two are not good at communicating so inevitably they fight as a way for their bond to be connected.

Maybe right now it's just me and Zildan who know this, their love story. Love that I think is unique and strange.

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