My husband is a Cold Teacher

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Just today, my status from single turned into a wife. I didn't expect my mother to match me with my own teacher, the cold Teacher who was idolized at school, but not me because I really didn't like her cold attitude.

His mouth only spoke at length when explaining, but afterwards he was irritable to speak. Where the tasks he gave me shuffled the contents of my brain.

Mario Fahreza, my husband and teacher. Just imagine the two of you in the room with him makes me shudder in horror. I don't know what his attitude is, other than I know he's cold.

My classmates often nicknamed him ‘Hot Daddy’ he said adult men like Mr. Mario are very tempting. My friend's brain is never negative, always thinks three positive.

Chequek.

I immediately threw myself into the blanket and pretended to be asleep. I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching and moving away later. The sound of water in the bathroom made me open my eyes.

I closed my eyes again when I heard the sound of the bathroom door being turned. Peeping in the blemishes of my eyelashes.

My eyes glared successfully when I saw the back of Mr. Mario. His shoulders were wide and his back was like a comfortable mattress to sleep on. My brain is starting to err.

I closed my eyes as he turned around. “Salsa Process. You can't see it, my inner”. Temptation is very hard for me. Even though he is halal. I feel taboo to see things like that live.

I felt my bedside depressed. Surely Mr. Mario will lie down. My chest is pounding. The shadow of the first night that my two best friends, Afiah and Sakina told me, flashed.

“I'll turn off the lights,” he said. I opened my eyes immediately. He knows I'm pretending to be asleep?! The shame!

“Do not, Sir!” my yelling. Sleeping with the lights off makes me instantly imagined with horror movies. The demonic shadow started to enter and pull my legs, making me shudder in horror.

“I can't sleep, sir. Feels like there's a demon coming in,” I explained. He just nodded and closed his eyes.

I looked at his face that looked calm. Always calm, but this time it looks peaceful. Her cold expression faded. Verily I would have thought he was the incarnation of the prophet Joseph if I had not remembered his cold attitude.

After looking at her, I fell asleep. Who knows in my sleep I can meet handsome actors in Korea or Boy Band from Ginseng country, such as Taehyung.

***

06:30

I'm done showering. After the shower I put on my uniform. In my room, Mr. Mario is no more. After the morning prayers, he did not sleep. It could be, he had finished getting ready early.

I put the powder on my face and also wear lipting so thin. At least my face should look fresh.

I grabbed my backpack and my shoes. Downstairs, mommy, papa and Mr. Mario are sitting down. I approached them and greeted my mom and dad, and Mr. Mario.

After breakfast, Mario and I decided to go to school. Yesterday before we got married, we decided to do our usual activities.

***

“Pak, just drop me here,”, I told Mr. Mario.

“Why?” tanyakanya.

“Later someone saw me get off my car. Must be a lot of gossip,” I explained. He's stopped. I hesitantly held out my hand. He gave me his hand and I kissed him.

“Your ring,” she said. I almost forgot my ring. I nodded and went down.

***

“Salsa!” pekik Afiah's. He came closer to me with Sakina. It looks like a curious face.

“How was the first night with Hot Daddy?” tanyanya slow.

“Yes, how many rounds?” ask Sakina.

“I didn't do it,” I said making them look lethargic.

“Why?” ask Afiah, “isn't the body of Mr Mario very tempting?”

Right enough. Just his back I saw, my faith was shaky. Especially if—astaga! My brain is highly detected virus ******.

“Good morning!” Afiah and Sakina went straight to their seats behind me. My friends one by one began to arrange their seats. Near me, came Gio. He's the class president here.

Gio asked us to read the prayer, after which we simultaneously said greetings to Mr. Mario. He answered it and without further ado asking us, he went straight into the material.

“You can work group. Only four people in one group.”

Me and Gio looked back. Turning my chair with Gio. I'm a group with Gio, Sakina and Afiah.

It feels hot. I tugged at my uniform hoping that there was a wind coming in and drove away the sultry I felt. Afiah himself made his book as a fan.

“Great heat,” I said. Inside the classroom were two large fans, but my position beside the wall where the fan was installed, could not make me feel the wind.

“Already. Get together,” said Gio. It's nice if the group with Gio. Her brain is watered, not like mine. I think my brain freezes when I learn math.

***

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Finally hours of rest. Me, Sakina and Afiah to the cafeteria. The cafeteria felt full and crowded. There are many students who fill the canteen.

When I went inside and put up meatballs, I sat down with my two best friends. As I was enjoying my meatballs, I saw Mr. Mario come in with Ms. Eva.

If Mr. Mario becomes the most handsome male teacher here, then Ms. Eva is the prettiest female teacher here. Even though I know Miss Eva is a widow. However, I never forget the word ‘Janda is more tempting’ let alone he is good, friendly and certainly more mature.

“Hot Daddy with Bu Beautiful,” said Afiah.

I stabbed my meatball. There was a sense of unwillingness to see the two of them eating together. Not once were they together, there were even rumors if the two of them were dating. However, the two never said anything.

At first I bodo very, before bodo teratku turned to care. At first I was just amazed, before my admiration suddenly leveled up to turn into affection.

“Stupid basis. Remember, this marriage is only a marriage. Mr. Mario doesn't love me, my inner”.

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