My husband is a Cold Teacher
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The process of life is important. No matter how many tears you have to shed. It is part of God's scenario.
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Salsa POV's
I prepared my exam card as well as my exam board. Trying to remember my lesson last night. Now comes the semester exam. Soon we will be in Class 3.
Actually during the semester exam, I hid my phone in my uniform. My hijab helped hide it. Only my eyes should look ahead.
When the exam is like this, the eyes of the students are more alert than the eyes of the supervisor. It was supposed to be the supervisor who was watching us, but secretly we were also watching the supervisor.
They let their guard down, walking snags. Although the rules of the drawer men have to be flipped facing forward, but basically the guys in my class back, but turned the desk as usual.
“Assalamualaikum!”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
“You already know as usual the rules during the exam. But I will remind you again. Don't cheat, open a book and bring your phone to play during the exam. If found, I will confiscate your phone and test sheet,” said Bu Leni.
“Good, Mom!” Ck, that's just talk. We broke the rules in the exam. Although some students follow the rules and I am one of the students who do not follow the rules.
Ms. Leni brought up the test sheet to us. I'm grateful to be fourth from the front. My position is advantageous. Corner and sufficiently protected from the gaze of the supervisor.
First Indonesian exam. I started working on it. Honestly, I wish I was in the top 10. In the past, I didn't think about any of my rank. However, there is a sense of pride Mr. Mario.
I want to repay him for teaching me. Especially if he is paying for my school.
***
It didn't feel like I had taken the exam for a week and today was the last day. It feels so relieved.
“Sttt, Hot Daddy,” whispered Sakina.
I look ahead. It turns out that Mr. Mario is watching. The watchdog isn't tight away from my shadow. Mr. Mario sat down without turning his gaze to look at all of us.
His hands were folded in front of his chest. The sweat sprays my temple. Really, why stuffing five numbers requires two sheets of answer paper.
The question is very short. However, last word ‘explain!’ makes my hands cramp.
I looked at Mr. Mario. He raised his eyebrows to see me cupping my hands in front of his chest. Putting on a parched face for this cold teacher to melt.
I pointed at my clothes. Opening the pot, until I saw his eyebrows furrowing. A small wrinkle appeared on his forehead. His eyes looked at me sharply as I pulled out my gaze.
“Save,” he said without a sound. However, full of threat signals. You shitty husband.
I had to keep my phone. Looking at the questions in front of me. Last night, I stayed up to study.
Every day, breakfast is prepared by Mario. He asked me to focus only on my exams. However, in that week I could not focus once, there was a sense of anxiety when I saw all the students in my school, just staring hatefully without speech or actions as usual.
No more juice or water. But this just makes me depressed. I feel worried every night. Fear of welcoming tomorrow.
The little thing was ringing. I don't feel like time is over. We all went up to collect our exams.
“Ke canteen, yuk!” take Sakina.
“Quick! I'm so hungry. About Bu Desi making worms in my stomach protesting,” timpal Afiah.
“Khm.” Deheman Mr. Mario made us shift bodies. He just passed us by. From behind it looks so handsome.
“Hot Daddy, dream man,” praise Afiah with a face so adoring.
***
The referee I don't think is unreasonable. The change of everyone in school became a big question mark in my mind.
Why should I be hated, reviled and bullied? Isn't this unfair to me? While women who must be bullied may be sipping a cup of warm tea.
Brak! Brak! The byurrr! Brak!
I don't know how many throws and water and drinks I received. When passing through the middle of the field, it deserves a crowd. My arrival has been awaited since.
They laugh without pity. Tortured me without mercy. Usually I am strong, but I am also a weak and feeling woman. Withstood weeks of bullyian and diatribe, it seems to have piled up and unable to contain.
Melt stroking my black and white netra. My lips twitched with an angling sob. But the lips of them were laughing.
“Hahahaha an actor deserves it!”
“What are you doing?! I'll tell the principal about your actions!" yell Sakina wrathfully.
I looked down like a mute man. You idiot! Where's my guts to scream?! A crack in my chest, making my legs weaken. To the extent of sobbing without a sound to scream angry.
“You!” My body was held by someone. Someone who is my seat. My husband, yes, he hugged me in the crowd.
“Why did you guys bully at school?!” ask Mr. Reno. All the teachers gathered.
“Pak, Salsa crossed out the school's good name. Small-time actors. Look, he even hugged Mr. Mario. Very disrespectful, a student teases his own teacher!” shouted one of the students at my school.
I hugged my husband because I was unable to withstand the turmoil within. It wasn't me who hugged her first, but I returned my own husband's embrace. He's not someone else.
“Salsa, why are you teasing your own teacher?”
“Gosh, I didn't expect. This kid doesn't look bad. In class, he was calm. Then, why can do this low?”
“Salsa, release Mr Mario!” yelled Bu Leni. Doesn't he know the truth?
Why is everyone blaming me. Until when everyone cornered me. I didn't expect Mr. Mario to make the biggest decision. His decision—
“Salsa, my wife. He's not a teaser or an actor. She's my legal wife. Even if I go to school or anywhere else, we are free to do so. And, Miss Eva and I have never had any relationship.”
Everyone was listening to Mr. Mario's answer. Seen from the pupils of Mr. Reno's eyes and some other teachers widened. Their mouths were half open.
“No right you guys bully Salsa. For Ms. Eva—“ Mr. Mario looked at Bu Eva with his sharp gaze. The gaze he often gave us when our grades were substandard. “You know all this. However, why do you not argue at all if we do not have any relationship,” he continued.
“What does all this mean?!” ask Mr. Reno angrily.
“Sa—I didn't say it because I couldn't possibly say if Salsa was married. Sa—I just saved him,” Bu Eva said nervously.
“Saving him?” Mr. Mario laughed. “Instead, I feel you support bullying actions inside the school.”
“Already ... already ... now, you all go home. No more students at school. And, Mr. Mario, Salsa and Ms. Eva to my room,” said Mr. Reno.
“Remember, for all school residents. Hide this incident outside of school.”
Everybody disperse. Sakina and Afiah hold you tight, they cry, and leave. I know they won't leave me, but this is the principal's word.
“Hikss .. hikss .. hikss ...” My tears broke again when it was just me and Mr. Mario here.
“We face together. My decision is unanimous, Sa. And I ask you not to shut up and not to tell me about your pain. Share with me,” said Mr. Mario.
I tightly embraced his body. Afraid to step up. I don't know what awaits me out there. All decisions are in the middle of Mr. Reno.
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