My husband is a Cold Teacher

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I'm not fine, but I'm belive you.

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Salsa POV's

“Salsa I had to remove at school.”

My body feels cold hearing Mr. Reno's decision. My eyes are heating up. Withstand the clear crystal grains so as not to spill. Can't cry in front of Miss Eva. He'll feel victorious to see me cry.

“Is there no other way, Mr Reno? Give him a skrosing,” bargain Mr. Mario.

Mr. Reno shook his head regretfully he again said his decision. Like this at last, I was dropped out at school. I could see the corner of Bu Eva's lips lifted even though it was very faint and fleeting.

"Then, I will submit my resignation letter as well,”, said Mr. Mario.

“Pak Mario,”.

“I think, I was wrong also because I married a teenager who is still a high school student.”

I stood up and pulled Mr. Mario. “Thank you, Mr. Reno. Excuse me first. Mr. Mario must be just annoyed, do not be taken seriously,” I said and immediately pulled Mr. Mario. Even if he says his words are serious. I won't let him sacrifice himself.

“You're nothing, anyway, Sa?! If you're out, I should also get out here!” snapped it. He threw my hand strong.

“Pak Mario, I beg you. Enough of me to come out and Mr. Mario can teach here. As Mr. Reno said, I am in DO and Mr. Mario can teach here without having to go out,”.

The breath of Mr. Mario is heard hunting. I held back the fear as I saw her eyes getting more and more pierced into my net. With trembling hands, I rubbed his arms. Trying to ease the emotions lodged in his chest cavity.

“We go home now, yes?”

For a moment he closed his eyes and looked at me with calmer attention. His hand grabbed me and took me away from school.

***

After the Ashar prayer, I cooked. Mario helped me. However, he was twice as cold as before.

I can't guess what's on his mind. Can only guess. Maybe he was angry about my decision?

I'm like this too because he had enough to save me from all the accusations and bullying at school. In those seconds as he said it all, my heart felt out of place.

“If I am in DO, it is very difficult to get a new school, my inner”.

I put my cooking on the table. Then, clean up the plate, and the knife I was wearing earlier. After a meal, wash it off.

***

Mr. Mario only answered with a deheman or a short answer when I tried to ask him to talk. So disappointed he was.

“Pak Mario, after this, we talk,”.

“Iya.”

I cleaned up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. After that, I put it on the plate.

“Pak Mario,” call me while in the room. He lay behind me.

“Hm,” dehemny.

I held myself in his arms. “I'm sorry about the bully problem. I don't mean to hide it. Mario is too busy, and I want to focus on the test. Didn't know today could be this chaotic,” lirihku.

He's still quiet. All right, I'll keep talking until he opens his lips. “And I don't want Mr. Mario out of school because of me. I know, it was Mr. Mario's favorite school a long time ago. Don't leave that school. It's okay for me to get out of there. However, help me after the semester break looking for a new school,”.

“When you get hurt, endure all the hate speech, and their rude actions, I don't know. Even when you were expelled, I felt useless, Sa,” muttered Mr. Mario.

Mr. Mario turned around. Facing towards me. “Im not fine, Mario,” lirihku without calling him frills ‘pak’ let tonight all I say my feelings to him.

***

07:03

I've worn a set of sports clothes. White sports shoes wrapped my feet. I wear a black hijab.

“Aready!” I shouted towards Mr. Mario. We're out of the apartment. Running plan.

“Wah, crowded too, yes, around here if the week,” said I look around the streets many people jogging.

“Always crowded. Usually half eight is more crowded. College time, I like jogging too,” said Mr. Mario.

“Pak Mario why just invite me now? If I knew there was a place this good, I asked Sakina and Afiah.”

Mario stopped running. I'm going to stop. “Why?” my many.

“I invite you to jog together not crowded. Don't take your two friends with you.” My lips twitched hearing it. Ah, the appearance of this cold man began to melt again.

“Ok, just the two of us!”

He smiles. Duh, why is it getting so handsome and hot. Sweat dripping on his temple. Though he was wearing a regular white shirt, and also trending pants.

“Still able to one round not?” ask Mr. Mario.

“Couple!”

We ran small. Occasionally accompanied by small talk about ourselves. It turns out that Mr. Mario is the one who has been invited to chat relaxed. Even though his attitude feels cold. But the answers are enough. Like opening up.

“Yuk, take a short break there,” invite Mr. Mario.

I sat next to him. The position of my feet straight and slowly my hijab I pull small. I wish there was wind coming in. My body is sticky because of sweat.

“I bought you water first,” said Mr. Mario.

I'm nodding. While waiting for Mr. Mario, I opened my gait. There's a WA message coming in from Miss Eva.

[Good morning, Salsa. How are you today? Sure is fun, ‘kan? Ah, how does it feel to be kicked right in front of Mario? Uhg, it's fun. I always laugh when I remember that moment. It's still early. You've been kicked in school, and soon I'll get you kicked in the Mario family.]

I saved my salary when Mr. Mario came back. He gave me a bottle of water. I took it and opened it. My mind floated about Bu Eva's chat. Whatdoes thatmean?

“You are different, yes, it was cheerful now you daydream. Your face also tampa confusion,” timpal Mr. Mario.

I took a deep breath. Then, reach into my salary. Leave it to Mr. Mario. Better to be honest. It would be troublesome when he was angry like yesterday.

Looks like Mr. Mario's jaw is hardened. “You are calm, yes. I believe, really, that Miss Eva will not be able to separate us,”.

I nodded my head many times. “I believe the same saying Mr. Mario,” my light.

I choose to believe what my husband says. Our marriage started badly, but I love the process and the end is beautiful.

Love .. a word of the millions of meanings that I now feel. The pink color that beats is not funny. The name of Mario Fahreza. The man who risked his life for me.

At first, I was more afraid of ghosts, but now there is a greater fear than that, which is the loss of the man who is grasping my hand tightly at the moment.

If our hands had to take each other off. It is not hate that takes it off, but the sincerity of love. If the time we pass must be fought for and maintained. I'll take all the time I have to keep mine.

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