Being my Teacher's Husband

Eps. 79 — Analysis (Raka & Calisa)

“Mas, until when is Adek like gini?” Ms. Lisa complained, she had been almost lying down for 1 more hour without moving. I rubbed my back like a child.

“What do you want to do?” I asked back, raising my head from his warm embrace.

“Yeah a lot, Adek has to shower, change clothes, cook breakfast afternoon, clean-up.”

I thought for a second. “If we shower together? If the clothes let me prepare later, if we cook breakfast together, if clean it can be tomorrow.” I grinned widely, not feeling any wrong sentences coming out.

“That's what he wants Mas shower the same Adek.” Miss Lisa changed her sitting position, releasing from my arms. I do not protest, because the sadness if forced to lie down continues, later she aches, especially when my wife is pregnant.

“And also..” Bu Lisa's face is vaguely like blushing. “Mas can't dress Adek. It's strictly forbidden!”

I raise one eyebrow. Think for a minute, then laugh amusedly! On this my mind immediately stuck. I know, Miss Lisa didn't want me to see something a woman was wearing. I remembered yesterday that he was so embarrassed when he bought his underwear.

“How many times Deck, have seen your body alluuaaa.” I grinned widely, looking at Ms. Lisa's body from her feet to her face.

Ms. Lisa's face flushed red, she immediately pinched my stomach. It didn't hurt, but I pretended to be in pain. “Basic perverted husband!”

“Mesumnya only for Mama only. Beloved wife Mas Raka, as well as math teacher Raka.”

She's pouting. “Udah ah, Adek want to shower, want to change clothes!”

Ms. Lisa was about to shuffle away but I immediately blocked her wrist. “Beberday darling.”

I kissed her cheek at a glance and then moved towards her lips. Three minutes, no, 5 minutes we kissed each other in bed.

“Here you are, Mas..” Bu Lisa was about to say something but was cut off, because I kissed her lips back. When we finished, our breath was broken, frenzied. Our eyes were locked, looking at each other with meaningful gazes.

“I love you, Kalisa darling.” I held her chin, and kissed (again).

“It was, Mas. Adek can't breath!” Miss Lisa finally pushed my shoulder away.

I smiled, my wife's face flushed with embarrassment. Then I pulled her hand gently so she was in my arms.

“Mas, Adek want to take a shower, uh, don't hug first!”

“Bentar Ma, two minutes.”

Miss Lisa took a short breath. He let me hug his body tighter.

At 6pm, the sunlight faintly disappeared. The wind blew fiercely from the sea, bringing a pitch-black cloud westward. Not long, slowly but surely the rain stubs fell on the precarious, the sound grew louder, a sign of the rain outside very heavy.

In the middle of the house.

“Not so yes...” the writing is listed on my phone screen, a message from Della.

For whatever reason, he took time back to visit the twins. I smiled, not much objection. With this, I can finally be alone with my wife at home tomorrow.

“Kok self-smile, Mas?” Miss Lisa put her tea glass in front of my desk. Her face was smiling beautifully.

“Sit's sitting!” I patted the side area of the sopa.

Miss Lisa willingly complied, she sat down beside me.

“Mau Mas manjain, hm?” I asked, raising both eyebrows at the same time.

“Not necessary.” Lisa nodded quickly.

“You want to sleep here?” I patted my thigh.

Miss Lisa nodded shyly. I smiled, I thought he would never want to with my strange offer. Segara I position sitting so that he is comfortable in my lap. Bu Lisa hesitated to put her head down, she put her position aside in the other direction. Maybe she was embarrassed to look at her husband.

I smiled gently and started stroking her hair. “Adek does not crave something the same, Mas, for example want Mas buyin satay, rujak, or young coconut for our little Ralisa?”

“Small analysis?”

“Eh, I mean our son. Small analysis is our son's temporary name, baby. RALISA, Raka and Kalisa.”

“The name is weird, but adek likes it. So, our baby's name is now called Little Radisa?” Lisa smiled warmly.

“Iya, dear...” I kissed her forehead gently. “how? You don't want anything yet, hm?”

“Until now anyway not, Mas. Didn't know that later it's big.”

“Yasudahh, if you want anything to say the same Mas, later let me buy it.” I stroked his head.

“Can something not, Mas?” I'm nodding. Sure oes. “Usia Mas Raka now how much?”

Eh? I didn't hear wrong he asked me age? “Seventeen, indeed why, Ma?”

“How much are you?”

“Still Twenty-one.”

I scratched my head. 4 Years means. But yeahh, that's pretty true, I was only 17 months old yesterday, soon my wife will be 22.

The noise of rain in the wind blew the glass window curtain. The sound of thunder made me grimace in shock. My hair was chilling, we immediately moved to the room, wrapped in blankets.

Tonight, maybe going to bed early isn't too bad.

***

I began to rethink, maybe the housework was almost the same as the building porters, equally cape! Oi, you see, after taking more than 2 hours, the house is finally clean as before.

Since our month-long stay, this house has not been maintained. Although it does not look dirty but if cleaned again, the dust will be clearly visible and accumulate.

My wife and I started cleaning early in the morning, pushing soups, tables, moving televisions, books, parabotans and so on.

Miss Lisa I told her with light work, such as cleaning dust on shelves and tables using a kamoceng, and tidying and arranging. Of course, it was because she was pregnant.

While I do everything, starting sweeping, mopping, lifting tables and sopa ~ is quite heavy but can be done alone, moving the boxes, and others.

“Mas why here?”

My wife asked in surprise when she found her husband sitting on the floor with an open refrigerator in front of him.

“I'm sultry, Deck, cape!” I took off my shirt that was wet with sweat.

“Kann fan no.”

I shook my head, the fan was cool but had no cold. That's why I rest in front of the open fridge. Myriad…

As we spoke, there was a knock from the door. Ms. Lisa opened it and saw a middle-aged mother holding a baby. That mother is none other than Ms. Liya, our maid in this house.

When Kalisa and I were at my mother's house, Ms. Liya kept working here but just cleaned in the yard, not coming in. My wife with her kindness she chose the idea of how this Bu Liya is to earn money even though we are not home, so that is the way she got it.

Previously we did call Bu Liya to come help us clean up, but unfortunately he was late. He asked Kalisa and me several times for his delay. My wife replied with a gentle smile, and said it was okay.

“What's the name, Bu?” My wife glanced at the baby in Bu Liya's arms, her face smiling warmly.

“Name Intan. Want to carry?”

“Eh, can you?”

Bu Liya nodded, knowing that his master was currently enthusiastic about his son. That's why it offers that.

Kalisa was a little stiff when holding Intan, fortunately Bu Liya was kind enough to tell her how to carry a baby.

After finding her employer very cool with her baby, Ms. Liya went to the yard, she began sweeping the dry leaves that fell from the tree.

“Dek, you are fit to be mom.” I stood beside him while looking towards Intan who was sound asleep.

“Ah, I can. Lisa is still nervous holding her baby to know.”

I chuckle. “Later also regular. Our baby will definitely be prettier just like you, inheriting your black eyes, inheriting your intelligence dear.”

“But if it's a boy, surely he'll be as thick as you, Mas.”

“Indeed you want a boy?”

“If it's Adek don't know, Adek's man or woman will definitely love it.”

Bu Lisa's aura feels different when holding a baby, somehow there is a beautiful charisma to her. I kissed her white cheeks, then whispered something in her ear. “I am indeed the luckiest person to have a wife as good as you, Kalisa.”

THE BLUSH!

My wife's face flushed red, she humbled her head timidly. If there were no diamonds in his trunk, he would probably run and hide from me.

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