Me And Wedding

sweetie, kiss morning!!

I raised a curious eyebrow at his words.

"What order?"

Quiescent. Yes, Yery chose to go in the bathroom instead of answering my question.

I sat on the bed watching the eight gift boxes on the table next to me. Yery herself brought him to this room. I can't wait to open it. What was in the box made me wonder.

Yery came out of the bathroom wearing a more casual t-shirt. Then walked towards the balcony staring at the cold night.

"Which 22nd prize?" I asked to stand beside him.

"Carely asking now?" He asked back.

I'm nodding.

Yery turned her face to me and walked towards me.

"Bikin yuk's son." Take her to my bed.

"What kind of gift is Yery." My yelling.

After the prayer Yery fell back to sleep while I cooked for her. This morning he said leave for the next 3 days, but had not intended to tell why from Sunday until yesterday never came home.

I'll ask her if she's really relaxed. This morning he asked me to cook a long bean tofu stir-fry. Simple but he really likes the cuisine.

I told you cooking was easy for me. Not the arrogant heart. But it was true because when Junior High my mom and the housemaid taught me how to cook.

Women should be able to cook, he said. No matter how beautiful, sesexy or as smart as any woman is the kitchen later. If you are good at cooking, your husband will definitely feel at home, said my mother before I married.

Although there are servants or household assistants, the role of the wife must still be lived. Is not the heaven of a wife in her obedience to the husband.

"Aren't you planning on having breakfast?" I asked after taking a shower to wear the teacher's uniform.

I see Brother Yery still sleeping on his stomach hugging the bolster.

"Later." Answer's short.

"I've cooked your request." I tried to shake his body.

"Hmmm..." He chimed my words with a shitty deheman.

"Yes already. I'll stay if I don't want breakfast now. I've prepared it at the dinner table if it's cold heat yourself." I stood up from the bed to get the bag.

"What?"

"Kiss morning." He smiled mischievously.

*****

The car stopped in front of the school gate. Mr. Muhaimin is driving me now. I don't know since when he was appointed Yery to be my personal driver.

And what I want today is Yery himself who drove me. Well over and over again I had to throw away the pent-up desire in my brain.

"This love sometimes has no logarithms." cuss one of my students named Gori when I teach the logarithmic chapter.

The boy was indeed the most recalcitrant in the classroom and not infrequently smoked in the back of the building. Often times on suspension a week instead ask for longer, punished cleaning the toilet is not a scourge for him precisely he is happy because he can run from lessons. It is always late too. The teacher raised his hand regarding Gori's attitude. All the teachers let the child do anything including not participating in the lesson.

"People take care of your attitude." My atonement. No, I just want to be more assertive to the students.

"Don't be angry ma'am. I'm not just singing my favorite song what's wrong?" He's staring.

"Singing is on stage not in class." As much as I can make my face look angry.

"If you can't sing. Sleep with mom." He put his head on the bench as if he were going to sleep.

"Ananda Gori's. School is not a place to sleep." My feet stepped towards the bench where he was sitting.

"Then home is also not a place to study." He said that he was laughing in all the classes.

"Shut up." My anger stops the commotion.

Gori is completely wrong. Indeed, students are always emphasized to learn and continue to learn until they forget to sleep. Moreover, this school implements a full day system not to mention if there must be extracurricular and PR that burdens them.

Gori made me realize, all this time I always gave a lot of Homework. They could have gone home in the afternoon until evening.

But his super naughty attitude makes me dizzy and wants to eat my student one if not sin.

"May you go to class and pass Gori quickly."

"Why? Ira's mother doesn't like students like me. Even though if there were no BP teacher there was no work and the order teacher would also sit still no one is nagging every day." He was proud to be a student.

I rolled my lazy eye and continued to explain the lesson.