My husband is a Cold Teacher

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This heart is like a wooden branch, broken and stepped. Then, crumple out of shape.

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Mario POV

What misadventures happened to me while watching in the cinema with Miss Eva. Pop cron hit my face. Shirt on clothes and also on pants. Looking up, but the pitch-black atmosphere was only the faces of the spectators exposed to the dim light. They relax.

“Bu Eva is okay?” my many.

“Yes, Sir. I'm okay.”

She patted her skirt. I was wondering what Miss Eva would do to me. My instinct says she wants to kiss, but I can't be sure. Just guessing. With the adult movies we watch supporting the atmosphere, so it could have been my instincts because of that. However, it must fail.

The movie ends at 5 p.m. We're out of the room. Stop by McDonald’s. Several times, I felt like someone was watching me. However, when looking in all directions, nil. Nothing is suspicious. Only mall visitors are milling.

We ordered a big hamburger and cola. “Pak Mario, still living in Mr?”'s old Apartment tanyakanya.

“Iya. Still there.”

“Can I stop by Mr Apartment sometime?” ask Miss Eva. Even from the gurgle, I was able to catch the signal he threw for me.

How to get to the apartment there is Salsa. Our marriage is secret. No one knows, even Miss Eva probably thinks I'm still unmarried.

“No way, yes, sir?” His face turned sad.

“It's okay. When did Miss Eva want to stop by. I just think free time when Miss Eva wants to visit,” my denial.

“How about tomorrow night?” tanyakanya.

“Iya. Contact me only.” I'll ask Salsa in the room to hide.

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Salsa POV's

I want to break the flower vase in front of me. Obviously impossible because that would make Mr. Mario ask. The price in the apartment is no play either.

I finally vent my emotions by slamming my shoes rough. Maybe she'll come out to watch with Miss Eva. Even they're into McDonald’s. The peak of my anger when Miss Eva wants to go to Mr. Mario's apartment.

If it is true that he is waving the war flag, I will accept it. Already know Mr. Mario lives alone, he wants to visit. I'm not innocent to not understand Miss Eva's veiled intentions.

When an experienced adult woman seems to be dealing with Mr. Mario who clearly admits to having a high desire, it will obviously end up in bed. So annoying!

Chequek.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” I answered.

Sitting on the couch. Cross foot position. The look I set to look intimidating. He doesn't mind me. He even took a towel.

Zet!

I undressed my crop. Throw it on the bed. It seems that Mr. Mario was surprised by my attitude. Leave my tank top.

“Why?” ask with eyes. Is he not interested in my body? Mario! My frustration reached the crown.

“I want to shower, Sir.” You idiot! I wanted to make a lot of jokes for her, but instead gave up. Grab a hanging towel. To the bathroom.

“Shit! I should have pulled him up on the bed.” I can't squint when I throw my shirt. It turned out that he had taken off all the buttons on his shirt. Seen his torn bread tempts my faith.

Linger in the bathroom. Think of a strategy I'll do when Miss Eva comes. Mario is very happy with me. Told me to hide just for that woman.

“Fucking matchmaking! Until anytime, I'll never see him!” my annoyance.

I rinsed my body. Come out with a wrapped towel. Showing my thighs. No longer matter anything. He will not be tempted.

I went through it and took my pajamas. Go back to the bathroom. Condemn the cold attitude of Mr. Mario. My feelings are back. Can't she appreciate a little bit of our marriage? I didn't ask her to love me this fast, but to appreciate a little. My eyes glazed. Teens like me breaking up often cry, especially with households that obviously only want me to do once in my lifetime.

She came into the bathroom after I got out. My heart's wrung. Forcing yourself to sit at a desk. Open my book with a blank look.

“Salsa, I want to talk to you.” I didn't even realize she was taking a shower and wearing her casual clothes.

I want to scream at him. I knew what he was going to say. Please don't say that, because just seeing you behind my back is sick.

His feet followed him sitting on our bedroom couch. Staring flat. Even those eyes, looking at me coldly. Let me put on my mask. This wound let be my secret.

“Bu Eva is coming tomorrow night. Don't come out of the room.”

Even without further ado he expressed his wish. With all my heart, I nodded. Holding my lips so as not to quiver before him.

“Let's pray magrib,” take him.

“Iya, Sir.”

I took the water wudhu. Then pray with him. Grabbing hand. The hand that I expected to one day grabbed my body, not push me away.

“This urgency is expecting you, my inner” is crying.

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