My husband is a Cold Teacher
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You are the chapter I never wanted to end in my life.
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Salsa POV's
I woke up in the morning, Mr. Mario. He's so hard to wake up. Who told me last night was cold and even stayed up late.
“Kak, wake up first. Fix my fishing first.” I shook his arm.
“Please ask Rian, Sa,” he said without opening his eyes. Is that his eyes?
“Hufhhh .. know so I didn't pay last night. But ‘kan me also fishing,” murmurku. It was cold last night. Play rain-rain makes blanket guess not able to drive away my cold. I need a living blanket like Mr. Mario.
***
I was fishing, but not the fish that ate my bait. Very different, yes, fishing fish are just like humans. Easier to lure Mr. Mario like.
“Kok his fish on lazy eating, anyway,” grumbledu.
“We just go for a walk, yuk, Sa. Riding a bike here is exciting. We also went to Mang Oji's base. The meat is so good bangettt!” bring Gia. He lifted his fishing line.
“Yes already, but how many bikes are there?” let me roll my pancakes too.
Gia took me to the back. The old warehouse said. There are some bicycles here. I picked up a black bike in blue.
“Grandpa! Grandma, we're going for a walk first! Borrow bike!” shout Gia.
“Yes, be careful. Don't speed, yo,” Grandma said.
“Iya, Mother. Assalamualaikum!”
“Wa’alaikumsalam!”
***
How fun it is to ride a bike with Gia. I took a picture and made it SW. Immediately seen by Sakina and Afiah.
[So much, Sa. I want to go to Yoyga too.] I giggled with Sakina's comment.
[Next semester break we're here together. Exciting, the view is beautiful.]
[Yes, next semester we go there. Sa, I'm out first, yeah. Brother Zerka suda arrived.]
I sent a thumbs up to Sakina. Looks like she's going on a date. By the way Afiah takes not, yes, same Kak Bayu. I don't know.
Crings ... crings ....
I turned to look at Anggi, Rian and Feli. They ride bicycles too. But his bike is better than mine. Understand this bike is already in the tail, said Gia. From their time still Junior High was bought by Grandma and not taken care of.
“Streetings not fajak,” bete Feli.
“So fishing, Only the fish do not want to eat. Yes, finally we mutusin to ride a bike,” explained Gia.
Kriyukkkkop. Stomach shameless. My face's warming. He could be sounding loudly. They all laughed making me smile embarrassed.
We ended up going to the base Mang Oji that Gia meant. However, I saw someone I knew very well there.
“Kek Brother Mario,” Inner.
The closer it gets, the more it becomes clear. Ah, this polar man why did he come here so early in the morning? I took a place beside him. He even cuek ducks enjoy his chicken porridge.
“Kak Mario, really, can be here?” my many.
“You eat,” the answer is cuek. Ush, sucks.
I stared at the food menu list Mang Oji was displaying. It turns out there's chicken porridge. I thought it was just meatballs.
“I bought chicken porridge too. That's spicy, yes, Mang!” my message.
“But, I want meatballs too,” my lips when I see Gia's order meatball bowl. The white smoke that ushered in his savory scent uploaded my taste.
But, seeing Mr. Mario is so greedy and looks good while enjoying his chicken porridge. I became tempted. Duh, I'm a plan for food.
I read prayers and eat. Come here again tomorrow. Mang Oji porridge is delicious. It's delicious to wear. Tomorrow you should try the meatballs too.
***
Mario POV
It didn't feel like our semester break was over. I say goodbye to Grandma and my other siblings. Salsa doesn't want to leave here.
“Grandmother stopped by Bandung, yes. Gia, Feli, Rian are Anggi too. I will miss a lot of ancing, ride a bike, go to the garden together, anyway all I will miss,” Salsa said with a teary spy.
They had only known each other for a few days, but separated as if they had known each other for a long time.
“Mario, Grandma really likes Salsa. She's a cheerful child, and surely Grandma will miss her. Bring her back here on vacation,” order Grandma.
We left Yoygakarta. I heard Salsa's sobs. I rubbed his mane. Hope the issue subsides.
“Later next vacation we come here again,”. He immediately looked. Confirming my words.
***
I didn't feel like I had arrived in Bandung. After taking a break, I went to school to take care of Salsa's report.
Mr. Reno asked me to sit on the sofa. We talked about Salsa. It turns out Mr. Reno gave the policy. He let the Salsa value out.
I opened Salsa's report. My lips lifted into a thin smile. It's stage 2. It's only fitting that Mr. Reno let this matter.
“Salsa will be accepted in another school and no need to repeat the school. I'll give you a letter of move instead of DO. However, this is a secret for both of us, sir. I also have close contact with teachers, staff and other councils,” said Mr Reno.
“Thank you, Mr. Reno.” I shook his hand. It takes time to take care of Salsa's moving papers.
“Pak Mario.” I looked at the hand that was blocking my arm. Rough mouthes.
“Never touch me,” I said so cold.
“Pak Mario, I did not know that Salsa until it got a bullying at school. I do love Mr. Mario, but I'm not that bad until-“ I cut his sickening-sounding words.
“Unintentionally? You still have a face after getting my wife kicked out here? You sent a message to Salsa? What do you mean he'll be kicked in my family? Why are you, Va. Turned into evil.”
“Because I love you! Everything was going great, but Salsa came to ruin it all. From the beginning we were together. Why can't I get love?! Why did everyone take mine?! When I try to defend what I have, why does everyone judge me?! Hiks why?!”
“How can you get love, when you are unable to love yourself? Love youslef,” I said leave it.
“I will never stop! Just look at what I'm going to do Mario!”
Ignored him. He's not gonna fuck around.
***
“So, I'll go to school here?” salsa asked when I stepped in after almost three days of taking care of the move.
“Yes, let's go in. Look around first, you are comfortable or not,” take me.
We went around the school. Salsa loved this school and we met the principal—Pak Bimo. He welcomed us friendly.
“Besok Salsa can already go to school here,” said Mr. Bimo.
“Thank you, Mr. Bimo. But I want to say something. Earlier, I wanted to say that Salsa is my wife.” Mr. Bimo was a little surprised to hear my confession. Then, he smiled.
“Not only is Salsa here married. There are two to three students. Either because of the economic status that makes them get married easily or there are other personal reasons. As long as Salsa can divide her time and school is not disturbed, we can understand.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you very much, Sir. Salsa and I stay together.” I shook Mr. Bimo's hand.
***
I invited Salsa to buy her school's percussion and also to the cooperative room at her new school. Buy the uniform that you will wear.
“Oh, wear hijab, yes. Looks like it has to be made first. Here all students do not wear hijab,” said the cooperative guard.
“Good.” I wait for the Salsa to be measured. Some students came in and stole a glance at me.
They wear black skirts and also white uniforms. Complete with alma mater with red line.
“Says we can pick up his uniform next week. How, dong. He said he could go to school tomorrow,” said Salsa.
“Pak Bimo may forget or not realize that you wear hijab. The uniform can be taken, the skirt follows. Here wearing an alma mater, Sa,” I said making him look around him.
“While we're traveling, I didn't realize look at their uniforms, hehehe.”
“You wait here first. I spoke to the concierge.”
I've paid for Salsa's uniform. Up sportswear, and her uniform skirt. We went home and went to the store to buy books. Also some percussion of Salsa stationery.
“Which one do you want, Sa? Need new bag, no?” I asked, but no one answered. I looked at Salsa left far away. Something is wrong with Salsa.
The crystal melt on her cheek made me freeze. He covered his face. I'll approach her soon.
“Hiks ... hiks .. I don't want to split with Mario, hiks. I don't want to,” the stuffing.
“Quiet, Sa. You why?” I try to calm down.
He handed over his dress. My eyes weakened reading the message my in-laws sent.
[Salsa, home! What have you been doing all this time? Why do you shut up when Mario cheats in front of you. Mama was very disappointed. Papa you will take care of your divorce papers.]
“Hiks I don't know Mama how to think that Sister Mari cheated on me. I don't want us to split up the hyx. Mama why is this evil want to separate us hiks,” his sobs.
“We're home now. We talk there,” take me. Why would my in-laws think I was cheating? With who?
My jaw hardened when one name flashed through my head—Eva—that woman. This must be what he did.
***
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