My husband is a Cold Teacher

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When I found the answer to what I needed in my life.

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Salsa POV's

We went to Grandma's strawberry farm. On the way a lot of Gia showed. The sight spoils my senses.

Don't ask me how many acres of Grandma's garden is because I can't give any interpretation at all. However, this is vast.

“Not harvest, the fruit is still mixed easy and old,” said Mr. Mario.

“Sama, dong, like us. Mixed so. I'm young and old Mario's brother,” I said and ran when I saw he was upset.

Aish, I ran for no reason. He's not after me at all. Less romantic. You cold guy. He should have chased me and ran around on TV.

I started picking strawberries. The fruit is very large and looks very fresh. Yogya seduced me to settle here.

However, I have to go back to Bandung. After the holidays are over, I have to find a new school. I will raise the class. How is my fate?

Whether I'm going to repeat second grade or Mr. Reno let my grades out. Remembering school, I became sad again. Not willing to leave school because there are Sakina and Afiah there.

“Salsa!”

“Gia!” I waved my hand and Gia ran up to me. The basket is almost full.

“What class are you in, Sa?’ tanyakanya.

“Class 2. What class are you in?” We picked fruit while chatting.

“Class 2 also. I hope I get to class. We're the same age, dong. I was doubtful if we were different ages, so I asked,”. Gia is friendly and sociable.

“Enak not one school with Brother Mario? Regularly meet every day,” askanya back.

I'm rattled. There's something fun and painful about it. It's nice to be together every day, but it hurts when I have to get bullyian to get out. My own teacher wants to get rid of me.

I smiled and invited Gia to leave. The sky began to emit an orange color. The roar has been waving to leave.

“Sir Mario, it's been a very late afternoon. So, can not go out to buy fishing eyes. Yahhhh .. but tomorrow I want to fishing again with Gia,” I complained.

“We can come out after isya,” he said.

I gave my basket to put it together in a big basket of strawberries. Can't wait to get home. I'll make strawberry juice. Grandma also wants strawberry cake.

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Krenggg .. krenggg ....

I turned on the mixer. Grandma and I made a cake. While Gia, Anggi, and Feli prepared other materials.

“Nah, it's done. I'm going to make strawberry juice first.” I turned off the mixer and looked for a blender. Insert strawberries that have been washed clean.

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Mario POV

“Buruan, yuk. I'd like to stop by the snacks too.” He returned to the antusiasi.

“Hm.”

We entered a shop where fishing gear was sold. Salsa asked to buy a fishing line to take home. Where's he going fishing?

I took him around for snacks. How happy Salsa, when on the roadside lined with batagor bases and also somayers.

“Kak, eat first, yuk,” take him. I bought him some fritters.

Our car is far behind. Sasak wants to walk. Under the sky, we walked down the sidewalk.

I enjoyed being with him. Although he was busy enjoying the food, but I was happy because he was beside me.

My thoughts are far-reaching about the future of Salsa. He has to get out of school. I'll find a school that will accept it. Hopefully, Mr. Reno let his grades out until he does not need to repeat the semester.

“Well, Mr. Mario drizzle,” he said.

I opened my palm. Feel the drizzle. Why does the rain come when we want to go for a walk.

“Run, Sa,” take me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to run.

The road to the car felt empty. The drizzle has turned into heavy rain. My steps were held back by Salsa's hand.

My eyelids are flickering because of the rain. Although the shadow was faint, but I saw him smiling widely.

“I like rain!” shout, “we're messing with rain alone, Brother!”

“We can get sick. Don't play rain, Sa. What if you get sick?” manyworry.

He approached with a pleased look. He rubbed my hand. Until we got in front of the car. No one would have thought that anyone would be under this torrential rain.

“I like the rain. The smell is also very much missed. Did Mr. Mario know, that rain is a soothing melody. He can protect us. Hiding our cries, wounds and sorrows. No one will be able to see us here,”. He got on top of my car.

“True rain can hide our sorrow?” ask me to look for answers in both of his atenses.

He nodded.

I'm going up to the front of the car. Barbaring let the raindrops touch my face. Close your eyes trying to find the meaning behind Salsa's words.

“Moment this I will never forget, Sa. I realized, not the mature, experienced woman I needed in my life. Rather, the woman who is capable of various happiness, sadness and love for me, my inner”.

Even though my eyes were closed, it felt like I saw Salsa's smile rise. Crazy things that don't make sense I do. Playing with Salsa.

A chewy thing hit me. You can guess what it is. The coldness was gone and turned into warmth.

“I love you,” whispered Salsa.

“I love you more,” reply me.

We both dissolve in love in the rain.

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