Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 69 — Secret Feelings II

In the afternoon, the six of us gathered after school, sitting in a circle in the reading clubroom. There now, Ms. Lisa was standing explaining the material, staring at us one-on-one.

What Ms. Lisa teaches is a three-finger reading technique, aiming to read faster but be able to understand every word written. In short, if you have a book now, put your finger loosely, index finger mid-sweet, on the paper of the book.

After that, focus your eyes in reading using three fingers as an important reference, and if you are used to the finger does not need to be placed. When reading takes place you will focus on important sentences only, but still understand everything.

If you don't understand that understanding then I am the same, Ms. Lisa was too smart to explain it so that my brain doesn't follow. After feeling that his club guidance was over, Ms. Lisa said goodbye, she had to go back to the teacher's office.

“Hwaahh!” The moaning sound of the clubroom was heard, it was not the sound of animals, it was the sound of humans squirming like when we woke up. “Hadehh, rich in fairy talein same Bu Lisa aja.”

Reza, yes Rezalah who moaned it, he nagged unclear because it was made sleepy and pegel sitting.

“I want to buy a drink first, you want nitip?” Reza thrust his hand, meaning who wants the nitip, the money lives in the palm of his hand.

I grinned wide, this is what I like about Reza, despite complaining and getting angry like a trance. He is understanding to us who are thirsty, at least this time again good mod.

Good mod he actually has been scattered since a few days ago, of course you know why, what else if not his relationship with Della who changed like a couple.

I took the money in my pocket and put five thousand in Reza, as did Zildan, Arin and Airin. As for Della she shook her head, “I'm also going to the cafeteria, there's something I should buy.”

Reza nodded, from his eyes there was a hint of pleasure. In the end they went out together, going hand in hand.

“Hey, do you think they're dating?” Arin who made sure that their move was far away argued impatient.

I just shrugged, I don't know. I'm also actually wondering if they're dating or not.

“I'm actually quite surprised if Della and Reza don't fight each other, but this time don't be bickering as usual, this is even I see both of them like people dating.” Arin continued his opinion, no matter if there was a response from us or not.

“They are not dating, Rin.” It was not my voice, but the person beside me, Zildan.

“Why can you conclude that, uh, no, I'm pretty sure your words are true. You guys have been friends since childhood, no, what's the reason you say that, Zil?”

“Yahh, like you said earlier. I've been friends with Reza for a long time, from what I know, she's the most anti-name dating, even seeming to hate. I think their current relationship is more special than that unclear relationship (dating).”

“More special!?” Arin squinted his head, not understanding. “What does Zil mean? Reza same Della is engaged? Or maybe they are married? married young?” Arin asked enthusiastically, his body leaning slightly towards Zildan.

I patted the jidat, a lot of questions this lotus flower, in reverse with its twin who is currently silent and watching the conversation.

“Why are you so curious about their relationship?” I interrupted both conversations.

“Of course I'm curious, Della is my best friend, if that's good news for her I'm happy too. Right, Dek?” Arin looked at his sister.

Airin fretfully nodded as we both looked at her, then not long before her face immediately bowed, feeling embarrassed.

“Continue, hold, Zil, how?” Arin turned back to Zildan, the legs of the back seat raised so curious.

Arin's attitude towards Zildan who wants to find out is actually quite understandable, in addition to Zildan's answers that always make sense, also the guess is always right. No wonder Arin put his trust in her right now.

Zildan is not intelligent in the field of learning alone, his intelligence is even more than that, he is intelligent in dealing with every problem of life. If I may argue, I once thought that Zildan's level of intelligence was the same as that of my wife, Kalisa. Same one level.

“It seems like their relationship is more than just friends, they also love each other, like each other. But what I think their relationship is special is because they do not convey the love and liking directly.

“They may never express love for each other, it is not necessary, because without saying anything the two already know each other's feelings. Their feelings are already at a different level.” Clearly Zildan was at length.

I scratched my head, but really, that Zildan is the same as Miss Lisa. The proof is that he was too intelligent just like Miss Lisa, my brain really couldn't understand it.

It turns out Arin is the same, his face does not understand at all, “Ah, my mind is not there! Can you explain in simpler language.” Arin tried to bargain.

Zildan was silent for a moment, maybe she was composing her next words.

“It's like a parent's love for her child, no matter your mother nags day and night, no matter what punishment your parents ever do to you. You know very well that they don't hate you, they love you very much.

“That's how Reza and Della love, even though neither of them expressed love, never said directly how the two liked each other. They keep knowing, that both have the same feeling.”

Zildan slid her seat on the back of the chair, indicating that her execution was complete.

Zildan's words slightly opened up my memories with Kalisa. In retrospect, Miss Lisa rarely said that she loved me.

But even so I was very sure that he loved me, he never denied, according to my strange request, and which more clearly proved from his love, he can accept this marriage even though his partner is a high school boy.

I remember what my father said, “Love is action. If it's just words it's all nonsense.”

Not long after, Reza and Della entered to bring us the drink we had ordered. Our conversation stopped, my eyes on Reza and Della became even more amazed.

***

When I came home and arrived home, it just so happened that my wife had arrived. He just opened his shoes.

I immediately hugged him from behind, making him startled and screaming. “Maaass! You are making Adek a hanger! Kirain was there a macem-macem same me.”

Miss Lisa stroked her chest and turned her body to face me, “You why the hell, kok suddenly soared.”

I grinned wide, did not answer, then re-hugged her spoiled, “Adek.... You love the same, Mas?”

“You why, Mas, how to be gini?”

I just chuckled, ever since Zildan said that, I realized how much she loved me all this time. “Jawab first yes, you love the same, Mas?”

“Daddy, Mas."

“Kok answered that anyway.” I looked at him with a pouting face.

“Yeah, keep answering what?”

“You are realising your love dong to me.”

“Nyatain how?”

“Ya.. Kayak nembak, ngerikan.”.

“No want ah, Adek shy know.” Both of Bu Lisa's cheeks slowly blushed.

“Yaudah, I first started to let you not be ashamed.” I cleared my throat for a moment.

"Dear bro... Raka love you."

Bu Lisa's face immediately more blushing, he was about to bow his head but I forbid it, “Don't look down, this hug will not come off until you realize the same love, Mas.”

Miss Lisa hit my chest slowly. “Malu...” great-grandson.

I smiled, waiting for him to continue his words.

“Adek love..” He said very slowly.

“No wonder ah, that's time. Make me real with a loud voice.”

“Mas also heck... why suddenly so gini try, the feeling was in ordinary school aja.” Miss Lisa hit my chest again.

“There's deh.” I'm laughing a little.

Lisa was silent for a moment before saying. “Mas Raka... Kalisa.. love... you...”.

After he said that sentence, he immediately released a hug and ran into the room. Ms. Lisa's face was powerless to redden, from what I saw, I never saw her face blushing like that.

\*\*Eh, A minute! A moment! I want a promotion first... If you are interested, read dong novel author whose title is “WEDDING AZZAHRA ".

Unlike Raka and Kalisa, which are teachers and students. This story is only students and students who do not know each other and then in a match. It's like a high school wedding.

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