My husband is a Cold Teacher

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Falling in love is easy, the hardest part is surviving.

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I went back to class with my two best friends. My feelings are messy. I started to wonder about their relationship.

My feelings increased when Miss Eva came in. He smiled at us. I iri fold to him many times.

In class I didn't concentrate as long as he explained. It's getting worse when I'm Bu Leni's coming. They chatter.

“Bu Eva come later tonight to a get-together, dong. We haven't been together with other friends for a long time. Last night,” invited Bu Leni to Bu Eva.

“Hehehe, later viewed, Mom. You see, my car wants to take it to the workshop,” said Bu Eva.

“Bareng same Mr. Mario only. He'll be here tonight. Mr. Mario would not mind picking up Miss Eva. You guys ‘kan also come out often together.”

The words of Ms. Leni made my knees go limp. I bend my face inwards. Do they often go out together? How far does Hot Daddy have with him?

Kingggg!

The bells sounded loud. We fixed our books and said goodbye to Bu Eva and Bu Leni.

***

I saw Mr. Mario's car wasn't in the teacher's parking lot. Looks like he's home. I smiled miris.

I had to walk. My eyebrows jerked when I saw her Range Over car on the road this morning when she dropped me off.

I approached him and opened the car door. He runs his car without a word. Don't expect him to open his voice.

When I got home, Mario and I went to the room. I shower and go downstairs. Helping my mom cook.

“Sa, you moved to your husband's apartment today?” ask Mama.

“Not knowing, Ma. Pa—Kak Mario didn't say anything,”. I almost called him my father in front of my mother.

“Kata Papa you, Nak Mario want to move to his Apartment today.”

Is Mr Mario in a hurry to get out of here because he wants to be free to go out without hesitation there is a mama and papa?

***

I was asked to call Mr. Mario, but he came down first. He looks neat. I was just watching him. Then we sat down to eat together.

Turns out right, Mr. Mario asked me to move today. My parents let us move. I wish my mom would forbid me to move.

What can I do with Mr. Mario in his apartment? Just two. It's worse than a horror movie. The demon is more real.

***

Pak Mario spacious apartment. The room is very comfortable. Lots of books on the shelf. I put my book there too.

Some of my bags I hung and my clothes neatly fit in Mr. Mario's closet. In the middle of composing Mr. Mario approached me.

“I want to go out first,” he said. Is he saying goodbye to me?

“I—iya, Sir,” I replied.

I took his hand. He left me alone in his apartment. I'm pensive. He left me for Miss Eva.

I decided to lie down. It was a boring Sunday night. A lot of notifications came in from my friend. I opened them one by one.

Chat Room.

[The Sunday night is good as Hot Daddy.] Message from Afia.

[Uwwu, just imagine me.] Reply from Sakina. Complete with his own emot drooling.

[I'm alone. Listen to yourself in class. He must have picked up Eva. Lose to the Widows.] I replied with a lethargic face.

I lay with my feet hanging from the head of the bed.  Anyway, I'm here alone.

Chequek.

“Pa—Pak Mario why go home?” many nervous.

“You don't like me coming home?” ask her coldly. Of course I'm glad he's home. Signs she's not out with Miss Eva.

“Ti—no. I guess you have a business,” my lips, with the Widow, I added in my heart.

***

Turns out he's out buying a martabak egg. How favorite. We sat on the sofa a long distance away.

The horror starts to appear. Just quiet. I didn't know to ask him to talk. What a good topic for me to ask him to talk.

As long as I knew him, I only interacted in class. It's also because of the lesson. My brain was stuck to face the polar ice beside me.

“If there are your needs that are less conveyed to me,” he said. I nodded clumsily.

“Papa still send money to me, sir,”.

“Papa's responsibility is off,” he said. His face is so flat.

“So, what do I eat, dong?” do you panic, “why did Papa give up his responsibilities? I can't find money yet.”

I didn't realize I was taking my martabak off. Staring panic. “You are my responsibility. I'll finance you.”

“Why?” just ask.

“Because you're my wife,” her answer made my chest pop. My stomach feels tickled. There are thousands of butterflies flying in my stomach.

Wife?

I can't dodge the taste that's going on for Mr. Mario. He called me his wife in a cold voice, but it was warm.

“Then, why haven't we done the first night?” ask me to vent.

His eyes narrowed, “You don't understand.”

“I understand, Sir. Don't forget, the current generation has grown up before his age.” Am I being too aggressive?

“Doing it not just once or twice. When you do, the next one will be done. I'm an adult man with a high appetite and you—“ He's closing in on me. Panicked me. “Can't yet compensate me.”

Shit! He's really Hot Daddy! His breath hit my face. My feathers stand up. I'm bristling. Like when I'm afraid of ghosts.

I'm still holding my breath. Before I take it off and back off. Too bad for my heart health.

“Hot Daddy,”.

“What?” tanyakanya.

“Ap—what? I said what?” my panic.

“Hot Daddy,” answer.

I immediately ran to the bed and hid my body under the covers. “Goodnight, Sir.” I do admire my attitude. My mouth needs to be glued. The shadow of his face in front of my face started to make my cheeks burn.

My brain is already filled with plus-plus. I tightened my blanket when I felt Mr. Mario join in.

“Just in front of your face, you're already scared. How if—“.

“If ... if what?!” Why didn't he continue his sentence?! I thought wild. Where is his face other than in front of mine?!

I'm frustrated. The shadow of his back made me move uneasily. Scared, but wanted.

Mario, you managed to make every feeling in yourself start to bloom. Wanting yourself to burn feelings in order to hope you don't come. Afraid of me, when I was in alas, you left. It's part of a bloodless heartbreak, but the pain is ingrained.

“If, I'm not afraid for sure I can see—“ I shake my head with my inner voice. Just like that, I was scared. Now, I'll assume he's a ghost drop.

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