My husband is a Cold Teacher

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Say, that word is you and space is a trial that will connect you to a new word, none other than I love you infinitely.

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Salsa POV's

I opened my book without any intention of studying. Staring blankly at my study lamp. The treatment I got at school was outrageous.

If only I hadn't been afraid of being expelled, I would have fought back. Their bullying actions I could have reported, but I knew Ms. Eva had a US card.

I don't want to go to BK and Mr. Mario has to be involved in this too. He could be fired and I could be expelled here.

“Let your brain rest for a moment,” said Mr. Mario.

“Another semester. I don't want my grades to be ugly. Can't cheat when the supervisor is like Mr. Mario,”.

“But, you don't look learned. Do you have a problem? Did Miss Eva bother you?” ask Mr. Mario.

I got up and lay down on the bed. How shocked he was when he beat me. A chewy thing stuck right on my lips. My eyes are rounded.

I'm not lying down for that. But take a break as he said. But I can't run from him.

“Test time,” whispers.

I'm the one who's frustrated pulling the collar of Mr. Mario. The materials started to wander in my brain. Let me forget for a moment all my problems.

I pulled him so hard that he lay down beside me. “That I take control tonight,” my whisper is hoarse.

***

I hurriedly put up my shoes and walked out of the room. Mr. Mario and I walked towards the car park. He mocked me on the way.

“You're so great, Salsa. Your value A +!” I clapped my own hands.

“Prok ... prokk .. I've said that I can also be wild, loh,” my candlestick made Mr. Mario chuckle.

“My wild boy wife,” tease him.

“My husband Hot Daddy,” replies to me mocking him.

Mr Mario glanced at me and refocused on driving, “Why do you dub Hot daddy?”

“Because first Mr. Mario taught, we couldn't focus. Muscles of Mr. Mario's arms, the chest of the field of Mr. Mario, the gaze of Mr. Mario, the jaw of Mr. Mario and also...” I bit my lower lip, “something's behind Mr. Mario's pants.”

The cit!

“Akh!” I shouted in shock as he brake suddenly. I looked at him with a glaring look. He could have brake suddenly.

“Red light,” he said casually. I could see his lips twitching withholding laughter.

Plaque! I hit his arm making his laughter gush out, “Hahaha.”

***

That look—tapan I've been getting all along. However, hate speech has now turned into bad treatment.

Today, Sakina did not ride. Me and Afiah walked to the cafeteria. Apparently he started to get close to Kak Bayu. Let the Doyang Eat fall in love.

The byurrr!

My eyes were closed as the water splashed against my body. Breath hunting. My hands clenched back tightly. When I opened my eyelids, I saw many students laughing at my condition.

“Swatered him to make him aware of his position. Why do you keep defending him. Your boyfriend could've been taken by her. It is best to go all the way with ***** that,” the scorn.

I held Afiah's hand ready to slap. “Release, Salsa!” shout Afiah. I pulled him back.

I took Afiah away from the canteen. Unplugging the intention to have lunch and here I was, in the school garden with Afiah.

“I want to hit him. Tap—“

Afiah cuts my words in annoyance, “But, in fact you even go!” He wastes a rough breath, “Sorry.” I know he's emotional.

“I'm leaving because I don't want you in trouble either. We could have reported it, but you know, they're gonna ask why it happened? The school will find out and Miss Eva can dismantle my marriage with Mr Mario,” my lips and take a deep breath, “I'm fine when out, but Mr Mario? He can be issued also here.”

“There is nothing we can do other than silence.”

Afiah shakes her head hard, “We report to Hot Daddy. You said he didn't know about the bullying you got. Don't shut up, Sa!”

“I can't say it. Next week we have a semester exam. Mario is busy. He prepared a lot of questions for his students. We also have to focus on our exams, Afiah.”

***

A cool gust of wind gurgled my skin while I was at the window. A night without stars. Sometimes the sky will feel empty. Not beautiful and looks lonely. It was so quiet spending the night.

Slowly the rain began to fall. Striking hard ground. The drizzle reminds me of what happened at school.

I closed the window and saw that Mr. Mario was so busy with his laptop. He often stays up. When I ask, the answer will always be the same. Make exam questions and record daily grades of classes he teaches.

Sometimes I hope why my husband does not work as an office employee or he works anything other than a teacher.

This is how mermaids feel. Knowing the truth, but unable to say it. I was eager to shout when I called the actor that Mr. Mario is my husband, and Miss Eve is the actor who tried to destroy your household.

“Pak Mario,” call me. He patted her side.

“Have you learned?” tanyakanya.

“Neg. I'm having a hard time understanding. Sometimes keep me reset and repeat, the result remains the same.” I pursed my lips because math killed my brain nerves.

“Take your package book first. I'll teach you.” I immediately rhymed and picked up my package book.

“By the way, Sa, why did you call me Pak?” ask her when I start working on things.

“Because Mr. Mario is my teacher,” I replied without turning my head.

“I know I'm your teacher, but your teacher is your husband, ‘kan?” I laughed at his question. With anxiety I hit his chewy thing.

“Basic naughty,” said half shocked.

“You are my husband, so don't make the matter difficult for your wife to understand. You'll be embarrassed later when people find out your wife got a C in her own husband's subjects,”.

“Ok, you have to learn 2 hours of math. I won't let you rest tonight,” he said to panic me.

“I'm kidding!”

“No.”

“Home!”

“Hahaha.” Our laughter broke out realizing how ridiculous it was tonight. I who had originally been in the spirit suddenly lethargic. He was not sweet when he taught me. You cold teacher.

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