My husband is a Cold Teacher

My husband is a Cold Teacher
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Salsa POV's


Goodbye to white gray. My teenage years are over. Open a new sheet. Who doesn't know if it's better or worse than last year.


The one I've been waiting for, has never come to see me. Everyone jumps for fun. Shouldn't I be happy about my graduation? However, I separated myself from the crowd of other students.


Find a taxi and go home. There's nothing special about my graduation day. What does it mean to be the best graduate? When my lips cannot smile.


Arriving at home, I found my parents with a couple who were the same age as him. There, there's a man. They looked at me while smiling.


I just put on a dazed face. What's going on here. Mama pulled me into the room and took the divorce papers on top of my drawer.


“Sign this, Salsa. Mama please be with you. Forget Mario, you deserve to be happy with the others, son. Yoga—dia a good person.” I looked at Mama with an incredulous look. Why does Mom always make me?


“Ma, Salsa will never sign the letter. Witch anytime! Salsa only loves Salsa's husband!” I'm retreating backwards. Crying fate.


“What do you expect from Mario?! She was even happy with another woman?! Don't be stupid, Salsa! Mama won't let her family hurt our self-esteem!” yelled Mama angry.


“Preference yourself? Hiks, what pride, Ma? What kind of self-esteem are you trying to protect?! I'm suffering, Ma! Hiks, I'm suffering!” Puddles of dew spilled on my eye pelvis. I shook my head. Why are my parents so selfish?


“Selia was so showing off if her son was going to marry a woman from a wealthy family. The woman's name is Eva. Mama doesn't want you getting hurt,” says Mama.


Eva's? You mean Miss Evakah? How can my in-laws match Mr. Mario to that demonic woman? Oye! I am still his wife! He acts on me.


“All lies, Ma. Hicks ... Eva, that woman is my teacher. He tormented, he also made you all misunderstand, because he loved my husband,” my sobs.


Mama is firm with her stance. He threw the divorce papers he had handled. “Certify Mario! Mama never thought, so stupid you defended her! Don't be disobedient, Salsa. Mama will continue your matchmaking with Yoga!”


Blam it!


Mom left the room in anger. My mind is so bitter. Calling Mr. Mario's name.


“I don't want to be betrothed to any man, hiks.” I took the divorce papers and tore them up. I hate the word divorce!


“Huwaaaaa!”


***


Don't say hello to him, just look at him I'm not. Since then, we have been silent. I was more precisely the one who was silent. Even though he kept trying to get me to talk. I'm indifferent to him.


Mama forced you to walk with Yoga. The man who was his choice. Don't expect the hospitality of my heart.


“Where do you want to go to college, Sa?” tanyakanya.


“Here,” I replied accordingly.


“What do you want to major in? I teach at the nearest University in your house. I'm a lecturer in Mathematics,” he tried SKSD.


“If you're done eating, I want to go home.” I'm standing. No matter the disappointed face.


“Sa, let's take a walk first. Where are you going?” tanyakanya. Did he not give up, after a week there was no change with my attitude?


“The place I want the most is where my husband is!” I abandoned.


Mario, even a year has passed. You haven't come yet. Did your promise break? Don't make me wait with a promise that doesn't know when you're gonna keep it.


I hope Yoga understands too. He shouldn't have fought for me who was still expecting my husband.


If I had split up because of a big fight with Mario, there might have been a way to open my heart. However, this farewell, is not at all the desire of the two of us.


***


I took the device and sent a message to Sakina and Afiah.


[Sakina, Afiah, I feel bad. Restless all day.]


I suddenly fretted to see tick one. My two friends are not online. Until the knock on the door sounded.


“Who?” my many. Apparently Mama.


“Sa, Mama and Papa are out of town tonight. You are well at home.” I'm nodding.


Mama's pleasure I will make. I slipped into his room. Seeking gawaiku. Where is that thing?


There is nothing in the drawer either. Then where else? Laps locked. Every file I open. Maybe there's tucked in there.


“Where, yes?” muttered.


Almost desperate. Until I find the key. I tried it and it was open! Yup! At last.


I immediately searched my salary. When I saw her under my pile of clothes, I picked her up.


Ting-tong!


I keep my gawi in my sleeping bag. Who's been visiting here tonight? Mama and Papa ‘kan just came out.


When I opened the door, Yoga came. Why is he here?


“I came because of Aunty's request,” he said. I opened the door and let him in.


We sat on the couch. A sweat thread appeared on the surface of my hand. Several times, I tried to strike Yoga staring at me.


There was concern when he looked at me, looking like a perverted—engh gaze. My mind started to run. I pretended to go to the bathroom.


I'll turn on my phone immediately. It turns out there is still a battery even though only 50%. Then, find Mario's contact.


The ringtone began to connect, but no one answered me. Even until naka connected to four, no one answered him.


“Sister Mario, where are you going, anyway?” my fret. My body nodded when I heard the sound of footsteps.


Brak!


My body was shocked. Yoga opened my room rough. My heart is crazy. I'm trying to calm down. Don't panic! Don't panic! Calm down, Sa!


“Ka—you came here?” my many.


Yoga approached—tapannya look creepy. I'm starting to get scared. “Why don't you want to be with me, Sa? I've been trying for you all this time? What do you expect from an irresponsible man like Mario?" tanyakanya.


How dare this jerk call my husband! I growled at him. “Never say he Brother Mario is not responsible!” My jaw hardened.


He grinned cunningly. His gaze made me want to throw a loud slap. He pushed me until I fell on the bed.


“Ap—what are you doing, asshole?!” angry shout.


“I'll rape you. If, you carry my baby, we'll get married,”.


I struggled strongly. His hand checks are getting stronger. Yes, God, now I feel contemptible. Harassed.


“Release!” my yelling.


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