My husband is a Cold Teacher
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The ship will sail to its destination, no matter the crashing waves, it will try hard to get to its destination.
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Salsa POV's
Today we went for camping. At school, we got ready while waiting for the bus.
“Nothing is left behind, ‘kan, Sa?” ask Sakina.
“Yes, nothing. You alone?” Sakina patted her bag and smiled. "Aman,” answered.
“Well, the, the bus! Buruan, yuk!” Afiah invites us to gather. After getting together and getting off the bus, we got on the bus.
I sat alone, by the window. Meanwhile, Afiah and Sakina are behind me. I can't wait to get to the camping site.
My eyes looked at Mr. Mario who was on the bus and followed by Ms. Eva. He was the teacher who accompanied us. After a few minutes, Ms. Leni came up.
“Pak Mario, sit here,” said Bu Eva patting the side of an empty seat nearby. I turned my face away. He sat down with me. Miss Eva must have been on purpose.
“Gua can sit here?” ask someone. I looked over and saw Brother Zerka.
“Ah, yes,” answered me because he had already sat down first. Mr. Mario looked at me flat. I was so disturbed by the look in his eyes. Like being caught cheating.
He himself sat down near Miss Eva. But still looking at me. Am I being ge’er.
Drtnt ....
From Afia.
[Use to heat up Hot Daddy.]
I smiled faintly reading Afiah's message. Looking back and they both smiled pepsodent.
“I don't want to deal with Brother Zerka,” I whispered quietly. It's still good because Zerka's wearing an erphone.
“Just do it, don't let the actor look down on you. Prove that Hot Daddy is after you, not you,” he replied I replied with a loud snort.
How can a cold man like Mr. Mario chase me. I was the one chasing him. My pride is hurt as a woman because it always signals to the ice man.
“Sister Zerka could have misunderstood,” I whispered.
Afiah exhaled and leaned. His eyes glanced at the annoyed Mr. Mario. I don't want to take a look there. What a sight that pisses me off.
Mr. Mario chatted with Ms. Eva while laughing. I chew meaninglessly. It felt like all the words in me were stuck in my throat.
As she looked at him, Zerka opened her eyes and looked at me. His gaze was so calm and deep.
“Why, Brother?” my many.
“You like Mr Mario?” tanyakanya.
“Ha? Ti—impossible!” I was ready to get a question from him. Is that so on my face?
“Honestly,” he said while unplugging his erphonenya. “I can help you, but on one condition,”.
“What?” my many.
Brother Zerka grinned. Makes me gulp myself.
***
The wind was blowing so cold. The atmosphere was so cool with the trees around which were dense. The sound of birds singing was heard.
Orange scarves fluttering in the sky. The sun started to sink. Calling the night to expel the orange light that slapped my face.
Around me the tent is neatly lined. Some of the students went to pick up firewood for the fire. Some of them sit in sandals while chatting.
Playing cell phones or making jokes with other friends. As for me, I stood looking down at the man and woman who were so sticky as stamps and glue.
My shoulder feels touched. “Don't be sad, I've been in the position of Mr. Mario and he will regret like me,” said Kak Zerka.
Even though the gaze is so loving, why is the wound still obtained? In the household life I lived was heavier than sighing. Is it like falling leaves? Falling, and falling.
“I agree with your terms, as long as you remember my door,” I told Brother Zerka. We both smiled.
***
Mario POV
While together with Miss Eva, she invited me to chat a lot. He never stopped smiling, but this time his smile was different in my eyes. I enjoyed the nervous face and the haughty face of Salsa who said she was an adult.
He messed up all my thoughts. On the bus, wanted to sit nearby, but Zerka came. He didn't even throw it out at all.
He stole a few looks at her. He was chatting with Zerka so seriously. Even while setting up his tent, Zerka helped Salsa.
I, who was sitting not far from the tent, turned my head and saw a stifling sight. He and Zerka both smiled.
“Pak Mario,” call Bu Eva.
“Iya,” sahutku.
“I ... love you,” flowed.
Deg.
“I ...”
“Pak Mario!” I flinched with a loud cry that made my ears feel thumping.
“What's up, Sakina?” ask the students I know Salsa's best friend.
“You are searched by Mr. Reno,” he said.
“Good.” I looked at Miss Eva for a moment. However, his gaze was directed towards Sakina. She looks very angry and Sakina looks flat at Miss Eva.
“I first, Ms. Eva.” I followed Sakina.
I cradled to ask Sakina about Salsa and Zerka's relationship. Maybe he knows. “Sakina, I want to ask you something important,”.
“What?” Sakina held back her steps.
“What is Zerka and Salsa related to?”
“Same as Mr. Mario and Ms. Eva.” My hands are clenching strong. Sakina first looked at me with a bold look.
“Pak Mario .. I wait to hear, Father. However, I was wrong to admire Mr. Mario. You don't know how to appreciate your wife,” he said angrily.
“Know what you about my household?”
She smiled cynically, “I don't know much about Mr. Mario's household. However, I know the household that my best friend lives in. Household tub of hell, who scooped up every day her tears.”
“If, Father does not love Salsa, at least cherish her as the wife of Father. If, Mr. Mario does not know how to appreciate Mr. Mario's wife, at least do not hurt him, let go. For what he lives in a cage that has no food and no drink for him. He can die,” he said angrily.
“What do you mean?”
He looked at me with his eyes up and down. Judging me with annoyance. “Find out for yourself. I will never interfere about Mr. Mario's household, but if Mr. Mario still approaches the actor, I will make Salsa fall in the hands of others.” he sis.
I looked up to hear Sakina's words. He left me confused himself. Why is Salsa crying? I once had a trace of tears on her cheek, but I thought because she was afraid of ghosts.
“Shit!”
I'm looking for Salsa, I have to ask her so I don't look like an idiot. I smiled wryly, watching him sit leaning on Zerka's shoulder.
“Cih, crying what? She must be crying if she has a problem with Zerka. Stupidly trust Sakina.”
I turned around. Leaving him with a broken feeling. There's no way I don't recognize my own feelings.
Since when did that big-ass boy make me fall in love with him?
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