Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 75 — Pelakor

“Ma, are you sure you want to go to school?” I was the umpteenth time I disturbed Miss Lisa who was combing her hair.

“Iya, Pa, did Mama already told you yesterday.” My wife answered him when she turned her head, focused on looking at the makeup mirror.

I let out a short sigh, it seems that Kalisa has been determined to teach again. I'm just worried that he'll be doing something at school, while if he's at home it'll be safer with the waitress and my mom.

The clock shows the number 8 night, the atmosphere of the sky is dark, the light star spots begin to appear, the moon hangs like a drift, shyly showing its beauty.

“Ma, are you sure you want to go to school?” I repeated the question four times.

“Iya, Pa..”

“Can I not permit you to go there?”

My question made the combing motion to be stopped, he no longer glanced at me behind the mirror but immediately turned his head.

“Why not to, Mas?”

“Eh, the.. I just don't want you to be exhausted baby, that's it.”

I answered slowly and carefully. Since Kalisa's pregnant I'm as good as possible not to offend her feelings, because there are rumors of pregnant women are easily carried away by emotions.

In response, Lisa stood up from her dresser and walked over to me and sat on my lap.

“Thank you for the worry, Mas. Happy grandpa. Tapikan Adek there is not a sports teacher, Adek just talk in front, just stand.”

He said that with a smile, only that at this moment I was not too focused on his words but on our adjacent positions. The problem is Miss Lisa tonight dressed up sexy, her shirt thin and short, plus her face a file of make-up.

“You deliberately made Papa's sister tempted, hm?”

Miss Lisa chuckles. “Emang Mas has a sister?”

“Pura-pretend not to understand anymore,” I flicked his forehead with anxiety. “We play tonight?”

Miss Lisa nodded. It seems that the one who wants this husband and wife relationship is not just me, but my wife as well. It was seen when I started to open the strands of his clothes he was not wearing any underwear.

When Ms. Lisa was pregnant, her attitude was different, and it might seem the opposite. Like now, if I usually give the code to have sex, but now he's the one who started it from the beginning. Maybe he won't say it directly.

The age of the womb of Bu Lisa is already a month old, it is still allowed to have sex as long as you have to be careful in doing so. I used to be shy about asking my mother about this, as a result my mother laughed at hearing it.

After we did the release, I immediately collapsed cape, as well as Miss Lisa. My wife swiftly covered our bodies with blankets, our breath still roaring with a smile of happiness glued clearly.

“Thank you, my wife Mas” said first, she turned her body so we faced each other.

I smiled. “I like it if you were rich agresip earlier, but can not be hard dear, later my parents hear again.”

His face immediately blushed, maybe he did not realize his sigh when it came to contact fairly loudly.

“About they heard no, Mas?” Miss Lisa asked timidly, covering her face with a blanket.

“Hopefully no. Now we sleep yuk, it's late at night.”

Ms. Lisa nodded, she immediately buried her body in my chest. “Good sleep, Pa.”

“Iya, good sleep too, Ma.”

***

Everything has gone safely so far, no call from Miss Lisa worries me. Scroll the phone every minute, afraid there was a notification from Miss Lisa that I didn't hear.

Hours of rest will soon ring, I've put in the textbooks after the biology teacher has left.

“Ke canteen, Ka?” Zildan asked me from the side.

I nodded, “Pastinya.”

“Oi! We go to the canteen?” Now Reza who asked, shouted from the front bench.

I raised my hand while sticking out my thumb, marked ‘iya’. Not until waiting for 3 minutes, the sound of the break bell finally rang, all the disciples cheered, running out towards the cafeteria, including me who was among them.

It is commonplace in this school to rush to fight over the canteen chair, if you are late just a few minutes after the bell, then you have to make sure your future you have to eat in packs, or in another sense you have to eat meatballs in class.

Luckily we were nimble to get a table, Reza, yes, Reza was the one who had contributed to the fight for this table, his agile body allowed us to get a seat ahead of the others.

Zildan ordered meatballs for us, while Reza and I waited at the table. Not long Zildan had already brought a napkin containing three bowls of meatballs.

In between us eating and chatting, the voice of the female student at our table was talking about something, at first I did not care until when she mentioned the name ‘Bu Lisa’.

“Why? Could it be that Bu Lisa was sick?”

“Mual-nausea? maybe he caught a cold on a week off. Said he ran out of town.”

“How to now? Miss Lisa is okay?”

“I don't know, for sure now Bu Lisa is in UKS.”

Hearing that the chatter suddenly reduced my appetite, I immediately withdrew from the canteen and went to the UKS room.

Reza's vegetables shouted from behind. “Oi! Where are you going, Raka, pay the meatballs first!”

***

“So! You okay?” I cried out in panic and immediately slammed the door, my breath cut off as a result of running from the first floor of the third floor.

“Huft... Mas, you made a surprise.”

Kulirik my wife was having breakfast on a UKS mattress, my sudden appearance almost made the provisions spill.

I grimaced a little guilt. “Maap, Ma, I was panicking.”

“It's okay, here come in! We have breakfast Pa.”

I closed the doors of the UKS before walking up to him. I smiled happily when I saw how greedy my wife was to eat. You know, about this food my wife is rarely tasteful, since pregnant ***** food is reduced drastically.

“I heard you were nauseous while teaching?” I finally asked why I was here.

“Iya, Adek was nauseous. But take it easy, Mas, I didn't throw up in class.”

I stroked his head. “If not strong teaching do not be on the axis huh?”

“Good, Mas, Adek ngerti, Adek if tired must rest kok.”

“Good it new su..”

My words came to a halt when there was the sound of a door opening. Lisa and I took some distance and acted as normally as possible. When the door opened perfectly, Mr. Farhan came here.

“Kalisa, I heard you were sick?” Mr. Farhan stood beside me, there was a worried look from his eyes.

“It's okay, Farhan, it was just a little nausea.”

“Thank God, I thought you were why. Are you not feeling well?”

Lisa's mom shook her head. “Free nausea.”

“Ah, then I happen to bring sweets. It's good to prevent nausea.” Mr. Farhan smiled and gave the box of sweets to Ms. Lisa.

Miss Lisa hesitates to accept. “Thank you, Sir.”

“What business do you have here?” Mr. Farhan now turned to look at me who had been standing and listening to their conversation.

I gulped, “Eh? that's Mr…. I... Just..”.

“Raka I told you earlier to bring you a food box.” Miss Lisa cut my words immediately.

Mr. Farhan nodded, after which he said goodbye. “Health dragons, Lisa, the beginning of the rainy season like this is indeed prone to pain.”

“Iya thank you, Farhan.”

Only after in the sense of Mr. Farhan was far away did I immediately begin to snarl. “Dasaran pelakor! Still stealing people's wives' equal attention. It's been refused still hope!”

“Mas, shstt... cannot be like guru!” Lisa told me to stop talking.

I don't give a shit. “Sok-sok’an happened to bring sweets, say the intention to love. Hmph! if it wasn't the teacher, I would've wasted the sweetness. No one can take my wife here.”

Bu Lisa who wants to hsst becomes urung when she hears the word ‘Istriku’. Both of his cheeks slowly blushed.

“You want that sweets, Dek?” I pointed at the box that was in Ms. Lisa's grasp.

“No, Adek does not really like the sweet-sweet.”

“Then it's good, here's the Deck! Sweetness, let me eat.”

Ms. Lisa endured the laughter of seeing my jealous rage, she then gave her sweetness.In one go, I finished all the sweets with a very upset feeling.

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