My husband is a Cold Teacher

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I will wait until that day screaming that, ‘This is the one named, will be beautiful in time.’

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Mario POV

The night passed without a remedia. Salsa can relate math lessons to our fun lessons.

“Pak Mario! Mr. Mario passed through the streets that I had to go down,” cried Salsa. I jerked. Didn't realize my car had gotten into the school parking lot.

“How, dong. How do I get off? Many more students,” said Salsa panicked.

“You can get down now. It's okay,” my word. Salsa looked at me doubtfully. Then, nod and wave.

All the students were staring at us. However, I ignored him and Salsa ran to her class. Let it be, they assume for themselves. It's okay with Salsa.

After teaching in some classes. Right after the break, I went to the cafeteria with the other teachers. My listener senses catch the chatter of other students.

“It's worth Miss Eva looking moody. Too bad. Surely Salsa seduces Mr. Mario,”.

“I think alike. Salsa lady teaser. Ck, even though I hope the relationship of Mr. Mario and Bu Eva reaches the.”

“Simply Bu Eva and Mr. Mario are rarely together. I'm so disgusted to see Salsa.”

I clenched my hands to hear their words. My appetite is gone. How is Salsa? Is she okay?

***

Salsa POV's

As a result of getting off in Mr. Mario's car in the school parking lot, I suddenly became a byword at school. They made you a scapegoat for Mr. Mario and Ms. Eva's relationship.

Mr. Mario claimed to have no relationship because he decided to choose me even though he had admired Bu Eva. Am I really the third person in their relationship?

Everyone in the cafeteria said it. Look at me low. Disgust and hate speech. I'm considered the most favorite couple run aground in school.

“Do not think of their words. They don't know what's really going on. You are his wife and naturally you are together,” Salsa said. He gave me boxed milk and bread.

I accepted it and she sat next to me with Afiah. “I actually want to not listen to their words. However, somehow I keep thinking,” my light.

“They will be ashamed of themselves if they know the truth. It was not you who asked Mr. Mario to marry you, but it was a matchmaking. Miss Eva is not the destiny of Mr. Mario. If they were a match, no matter how much your parents and Mr. Mario betrothed you, you would separate. However, you said Hot Daddy chose you instead,” Sakina said.

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Day by day I went to school here. More and more people are blaspheming me. Looking at me full of hate. Even when Miss Eva took advantage of the situation.

“Bu Eva, we are concerned. Miss Eva don't give up. Mr. Mario will realize if Salsa is a crafty woman,” said one of my classmates.

“Iya, Mom. We support Mother. I have to keep the spirit because what will belong to Mother will still return to who has,” timpal my classmate.

In the classroom, only Sakina, Afiah and Gio appreciated me. Although Gio did not know the truth. He didn't blaspheme me.

“That cunning fox,” hiss Sakina is restrained.

I'm holding. Try to remember if this is a school environment. We'll be dropped out if we hit. Especially a teacher.

“We make our business outside with him. Between a wife and an actor.” Sakina sat back down.

“I can't bear to see the face of pretending to be hurt,” Afiah added.

Miss Eva came out of class with my friends looking at me cynically. I was excommunicated and I didn't tell Mr. Mario.

***

Resting hours.

I asked Sakina, Afiah and Gio to the cafeteria. I will not leave the classroom because I am tired of everyone's hateful gazes. Their words are too painful for me.

My tears are melting. I hid my face on the table. It hurts so bad. I wanted to complain to Mr. Mario, but I've seen him busy lately. Moreover, yesterday he left the city for three days.

Dertt ....

From Hot Daddy

[Sa, to my room now.]

I immediately wiped my tears and into Mr. Mario's room. Heals the ears as whispers begin to sound. In the corridor I passed by Miss Eva.

I ignored him and opened the door to Mr. Mario's room. He asked me to lock the door to his room.

Mr. Mario approached me. Swiped my face. He fixed my hijab. My chest cavity feels tight.

“Have you had lunch?” tanyakanya.

I shook my head. He pulled me to sit on the couch. Opening food wrappers.

“Pak Mario new until?” my many.

“Iya. You are fine ‘kan as long as I go?” tanyakanya. My tongue is too weak to answer. Do I have to say that I am angry, sad, disappointed and want to go berserk? All mixed into one.

“I'm fine.”

In the end I chose that word to deny the feeling of being hurt. Not wanting to make Mr. Mario mind a lot. Let me be sure that one day, the fire that burns all my feelings, will fade away.

Let it be, a pseudo victory in the hands of Miss Eva. One day an absolute victory will fall on my hands. Yep. I'll wait a year to end all this.

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