My husband is a Cold Teacher

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Salsa POV's

I don't know what kind of wind made Mr. Mario take me on vacation. We are getting ready to go to Yogyakarta. Mr. Mario said there was his grandmother's house.

“Pak Mario has already announced the same ‘kan Mama and Papa?” I asked him when he put our suitcase in the trunk.

“Iya, already,” the answer.

I got in the car and put up my setablet. Our first holiday since marriage.

On the way, I played my way. Exchanging chat with Sakina and Afiah. They took me all out for a vacation with Hot Daddy.

[Swednesday don't concede bring ponakan.” Sakina teased me with an emot sticking out her tongue.

[I'm just happy if there's a new member in your family, hehehehe.]

I shook my head to read Afiah's reply which helped to overcome Sakina's temptation.

[I leave it all to Hot Daddy.]

I giggled at the reply. Ah, Afiah suddenly went offline. Makes me just chat with Sakina.

My eyes were perfectly rounded when the name of Brother Zerka appeared in my head. The man's shadow asked me to help him in return for camping when I almost forgot. Holy hooch!

[Sakina, are you better off with Brother Zerka? He really has a memory and I always forget to take it from Hot Daddy. If I hadn't left, I'd stop by to give you.]

I saw the three dots appear. Sakina typing.

[It's okay. We've made up, but give me that memory. I need it to get back at someone.]

[Yes, after Jehoioga, I'll give you.]

***

My body is writhing slowly. When a small pat was felt on my cheek. My eyes pricked adjusting glare.

“Enghhh, we have arrived Sir?” my many.

“Not yet, still long. Stop by first to eat.” I looked at the car window. Fast food restaurant.

“You must be hungry,” he said. He got out of the car. I took a breath and threw it away. Taking too long to get in the car makes my head dizzy.

I rarely get drunk on the street. However, when I get drunk on the street, my mood is broken. Not stop the nausea. However, I just felt some symptoms. Like a dizzy head and feel nauseous.

“Pak Mario ketapean not? Want me to change to driving?” I chewed my food.

“You can drive?” tanyakanya.

I answered hesitantly because I had learned to drive and ended up bumping into a roadblock. Papa's car ended up in the garage because it was badly damaged. However, papa was not angry, he was grateful I was okay.

“I ... engh .. seems to still be able to. Although he had hit the road barrier, my ringis” made Mr. Mario refuse.

“No need. We could end up in the hospital. Anyway, I can drive up to there.”

I continued my meal. After we finished eating, we searched the mosque for prayers. Then, continue our journey.

***

02:00

I looked around me with a confused look. Lenggang street. Even though the sky is still dark.

“We have arrived,” he said.

“Ah, the lawyer!” my lament.

I got out of the car and looked around me. The view here is cool and cool. There is a flower garden and also a fish pond.

A few orchid flowers stole my attention as we passed the path. It seems the Homeowner likes orchids.

Tok tok!

Chequek.

The black and white woman greeted us. He hugged Mario and hugged you. I clumsily returned his embrace.

“This is your wife, Mario? Beautiful,”pp00 compliments make my cheeks turn pink.

“Iya, Mother. She's my wife, her name is Salsabila,” said Mr. Mario.

We go inside. The interior of this house is very impressive. Lots of traditional stuff here.

My eyes narrowed with a smile as I looked at the photo on the wall. Mr. Mario is wearing a typical Yogyakarta dress.

“That's an old photo,” he said.

“Grandpa alone. But, many relatives are also here to visit Grandma's house.”

Mr. Mario took me to a room. Not too big, but it looks comfortable. My eyes are around staring at my surroundings.

“Let's sleep again,” take Mr. Mario.

I threw my body at him. Looks very tired wrath decorate his face.

***

Mario POV

I decided to take Salsa on vacation. The trouble he had at school could be forgotten for a moment.

There is still anger inside. Miss Eva's actions infuriated me. He could be quiet in a situation like this.

Ck, he must have been intentional. Why do I admire women like her? She's not the Eva I know. The woman whose speech was soft and the low intonation of her voice, had disappeared.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa! I cantttt!”

The sound of Salsa's screams shocked me. What's he doing out there? Quickly, I went to the bathroom.

In the fishponds saw Salsa and my distant cousins fishing. Grandma made coals of fire. I joined and went fishing.

“Pak Mario, I got a fish! Very exciting fitting he pull my fishing,” pekiknya happy.

“Where's your fish?” my many.

“This ... aaaa is huge, right ... ' right? Mr. Mario let's fight for a bigger fish. Grandma said here there is a jumbo size,” challenge.

I saw the fish Salsa got. Pretty big. Grandma has been keeping fish for a long time. Ever since Grandpa's mediator was alive, we've been keeping fish together.

During my semester break in college, I love coming here. However, since becoming a teacher my time visiting here has begun to wane.

“Sa, what do you call your husband?” ask Gia to Salsa. She must have unknowingly called me Sir with such a loud voice.

“Enghh .. hehehe I like keceplosan call him sir because of the habit in school,” he said cengengesan.

“Ya. Fishing again.”

The atmosphere was crowded due to the arrival of Gia, Feli, Rian and Anggi. I glanced at Salsa's fishing line. Looks like it's starting to move. He screamed happily. Why is he fishing?

“Aaaa soon I'll get a fish! I hope the big fish ate it. I saw him put his face on the surface of the water. Hopefully ... hopefully ... come on!”

“Pull, Sa!” yell Feli.

“Ish, really heavy gini,” panic.

He had trouble pulling the trigger. Until his body is interested. Suddenly I let go of my fishing rod and held his hand. But the edge of the fish pond is very slippery so that your body twists down into the pool.

“Haha.”

Gia, Feli, Rian, Anggi and Grandma laughed at me with Salsa. Salsa's hand was hanging around my neck.

“I can't swim,” he said.

I took her out of the pool. Our bodies smell fishy and the Salsa fishing line breaks off. He asked to be repaired.

“My bet is broken. Fix it first,” the door.

“No more fishing line. Later in the afternoon we go out and buy. Now change clothes first,” take me.

We go in the shower. To shorten the time, we both took a shower. Then, rejoin. The grilled fish has been caught.

“Yummy! Every day we go gini. I like the atmosphere here. It's cool, and the view is good. Plus grilled fish,” praise Salsa.

“Later in the afternoon we went to the strawberry garden, Brother. Grandma has her garden, you know,” take Gia.

“Mau ... want! I feel at home living here. Then what else is here?”

Salsa once heard Gia's story. Later in the afternoon we will go to the storoberi garden. Let my boy's wife do all her wish.

“After returning to the garden, we buy fishing eyes, yes, Kak,” he said.

“Yes, you are fishing hobby, Sa?” ask me because he didn't forget about the fishing line.

He nodded in spirit. “I love fishing. But, prefer fishing Kak Mario hahahaa!”

I was surprised to hear his joke. He could have said that when there were other people. Grandma and the others laughed at Salsa.

“Basic naughty.”

He even blinked and opened his eyes.

***

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