My husband is a Cold Teacher

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I accept all your shortcomings.

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Salsa POV's

My eyelids are open and my head is throbbing. My ringing is starting to sound. This room, I'm back here. My eyes are looking for the figure of Mr. Mario.

Where is he? What was I thinking after admitting that I was a despicable and dirty woman. He must have left, left me alone.

Slowly I started to get up, staring blankly ahead. Now, I don't know how to breathe. The only person I was on, had left me.

My breath was lost. The shadows began to appear. I screamed hysterically. Until a man came and hugged me.

“Hiks ... release! Hikss .. Don't touch me! Go!” my screams are disgusted.

“Salsa!” I was stunned by his snatch. “This is me, Mario,”.

My eyes are staring at him—ia looks worried. Until his finger rubbed the crystals that fell on my face. Weakly, I leaned against my body. It feels so tired. Can I take a break? Even if only for a second.

“You are calm, yes, do not be afraid. I will always be there for you,” whispers like a spell for me. About and peace, even if it is as simple as he says.

His hand caressed my aura. So soft, as if I were the silk cloth he was holding.

“I'm dirty,” isakku. He loosened his arms to look me in the face and I don't know how messed up my current situation is.

His head shook, not allowing my words. “You remain a precious woman. You are not dirty, the man******* that is dirty. Never consider yourself contemptible, darling,”.

Our foreheads are fused, let this treasure. My life has been denied. The ship that tried to sail, sank at the bottom of the deepest ocean. The wound that was stuck in my heart, became my biggest trauma.

And, despite all this saying to me, I'm a crazy woman, but my husband stays by my side. Until the world wants to know the cause of me who is always scared and hysterical in the classroom.

They just want to know and want to say condolences to the fateful plight that afflicts me, without them caring that my wounds are increasingly considerate whenever the worst is spoken of.

They don't know, I'm hurt to remember all that and here I struggle to forget it.Walau all the while I try to find light, but the darkness I find. I was caught in my wounds.

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Mario POV

“She was traumatized by the abuse, and her mental state had been bad for a long time. He was too depressed and stressed, until this problem came along, triggering his mentality. He will be frightened when all these events return he remembers. Someone who is traumatized, must have a strong desire to recover and support from people around him, especially in his own family.”

I still have Salsa's psychiatrist in my head. I didn't go to see him suffer. After our last meeting, I was forced to leave her without saying goodbye, not having the heart to see her cry.

The existence of Medusa I must find and also the threat of Mama of course. Not afraid of Mama, but hoping that with time, they can understand.

However, I was wrong, it was precisely the space I had given used with the mind getting worse. Until I found out Eva always sent Mama a message. Ingesting it deeper.

Then, the matchmaking and the divorce papers that Mama gave me made me angry. I returned to Indonesia after a long stay in Australia.

Not without reason I went there, I built my own company. Starting from zero certainly took a long time and after a year, my company began to grow. There I was with my confidants while I was coming home.

And now, I'm coming home. My decision has been made and let it happen, time will fix everything.

“Ma, Pa, I'm here to talk something,”. I sat in front of both men.

“What do you want to say, Mario?” ask Papa.

I took a deep breath and looked at my parents. Heavy, but I have to do it. Salsa is my responsibility.

“Ma, Pa, I'm so sorry, but I chose with Salsa.”

Plaque!

The heat spread to the surface of my face. Mama slapped me for the decision I made.

“You became an ungodly child because of your wife! Mama will cross your name from our family! Now go!” expel Mama.

Papa tried to calm Mama down, but Mama was getting windy. I left the house.

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“Salsa, you eat first,” said I woke Salsa from her daydream.

“Sa,” call me. Not he answered, but the dripping droppings of dew swirled against his white flat.

“Do not cry and dissolve in sadness. I don't disgust or hate you, it's not all because of your desire. Now we eat first, I will do something to you,” I said as I rubbed his cheek with my thumb.

Seeing her still moody, I pulled both corners of her lips together to make a smile. Slowly he smiled, but very fondly because the smile was not a seductive smile as usual, but a smile of pain.

“What do you want to eat?” He shook his head and lay down.

Salsa's face became more and more thin and her lips, which were always blushing red, now looked blue. Sakina, Afiah, Zerka and Bayu often come here to entertain Salsa, but my women look like statues.

Every time I tried to talk, she just cried and cried. You want to kill that fucking asshole. Because she's my wife like the undead.

I took my salary on the table. Calling Doter Yuandi to come home. Yes, the house we occupied was a minimalist house that I threw for both of us. I also built a fish pond for Salsa, although the fish were small.

I kissed her forehead and came out of the room when the bell rang out after a few minutes. Coincidentally Doctor Yuandi is very close here.

“Please sign in, Doc,”.

“Iya,” says Doctor Yuandi.

I led him to the room. He began to check on Salsa. Seeing Doctor Yuandi sigh heavily, it felt like a raw bogem hit my heart.

“We talk outside,” Doctor Yuandi said.

We're out of the room. “Salsa conditions are getting worse. He seemed to confine himself to a distant and dark place, where no one was there. His condition like this would have kept him confined in his past. This is fatal, Mr. Mario. Did he do anything?” ask Doctor Yuandi.

“She just shut up without saying one more word, Doc. I usually see him crying. Every time I ask him to talk, he will lie down,”. I rubbed my face hearing Salsa's condition.

“What makes in traumatized, it can be medicine for him to heal. Salsa truma sees a man in certain conditions, especially when the shadow of his abuse appears. All related to the man was he was traumatized,” explained Doctor Yuandi. I'm cheering. For God's sake, anything I would do for my wife's recovery.

“Everytime she goes to college she gets hysterical, Doc. My in-laws said, this is because the man is a Lecturer, and also whenever I come and touch his hands, he will be hysterical.”

“Pak Mario, try to keep talking to Salsa until he is aware and does not dwell in his sadness. His soul is like being locked up somewhere and making him angry, crying out anything that can make him get out all his emotions, and also the feelings that he feels at this time,”, said Dr. Yuandi.

I nodded and drove him forward after he came home. After Doctor Yuandi left, I went back to the room to see Salsa.

Brak!

I was shocked when I opened the room. He looked at me with fear. Despite trying to say my name, she remained hysterical. The conditions are getting worse.

“Go!” his yell.

“Sa, it's Mario,”.

“Hiks, goiiiiii!” his screams.

Brang!

He threw a pillow at me. I looked at him full of fear and hate. The trauma must have returned. I tried to reach him, but he thrashed.

“Honey, it's me Mario.” Salsa is growing.

“Hiks .. go to you, ********! Hiks .. Don't touch me! Don't!” his yell.

“Sa,” call me when she holds her phone. He threw it at me. Throbbing feeling. Feeling something running down my temple, I touched it. Bloods.

But I didn't care, trying to get close and hug her. He thrashed until he started to. “I'm Mario, your husband,”.

“Hiks ...”

So painful is your wound, dear.

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