My husband is a Cold Teacher

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#Suami_Guru_Cold

#FW_06

To be strong not by desire, but I must be strong to keep mine.

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Salsa POV's

Doing Mr. Mario's orders is not my wish. However, I do know Hot Daddy when it's angry over the monsters out there. Unfortunately, all his subtle attitudes do not make me hate him or make me feel faded for him. In fact, for a moment I thought that his attitude made me calm and bored. It's easy to forget if everything goes according to my plan. But it's just a delusion.

How many times to exhale rough breath. Pressing my teeth as a female voice rang out. Obviously that Miss Eva has come. It was easy for him to laugh and get in here without any fear. It will all make it easier for him to do his plan.

Get out of the room. Peering behind the wall. My lips suddenly swore to see the appearance of Miss Eva. Black dress with low cleavage. Don't forget his thighs were clearly exposed. Want to gouge Mr. Mario's eyes when staring at Bu Eva. My chest is starting to heat up. Especially if it's not jealousy.

“Awas only!” hisisku.

“Pak Mario impressed me. Living in a luxury apartment and this big by yourself. Does Mr Mario not bother in the morning to take care of himself?” ask Miss Eva. Cih, he's trying to code to take care of Mr. Mario.

Thin smile rising on sexy lips Mr. Mario, “No hassle.” Yep. Of course, because I took care of it.

“Pak Mario is really a dream once. Mapan, mature, smart, hardworking and of course independent. Men are now very rare like Mr. Mario. Even I separated from my husband because he could not understand my position. Always want to win alone,” said Bu Eva.

“I'm not like that. Don't be too complimentary, someone helped me to take care of the apartment,” said Mr. Mario and I hope he said that the one who helped him was his wife. However, Miss Eva's mouth was eager to tear after hearing her words.

“Korir Pak Mario if hiring cleaning services. There are maids who work part-time hehehe,” he said interspersed with laughter.

Seeing the reaction of Bu Eva laughing, Mr. Mario also laughed. For God's sake, nothing's funny. A maid? Am I married to be her maid? Squeezing my chest and not being able to hear their chatter. That's how happy they were to talk. Makes me a joke and there's no sign of Mr. Mario acknowledging my whereabouts.

I don't know since when the tears wet my cheeks. Can't be whiny. Swiping violently and staring at the two of them sharply. Just look what I'm gonna do for you two. Tonight I'm going to put together all of their plans.

“Emmm ... Mr. Mario, I want to go to the bathroom,” said Ms. Eva.

“Please to room. The bathroom in the kitchen is broken. Not been repaired.”

I'll be back in the room soon. My chest is pounding. Close your eyes and convince yourself to do so. Just this way to stop Miss Eva's madness. My appearance has changed and he went into the room with Mr. Mario.

“Ekhm, Bu Eva please!” He kind of gave me a code to hide because his heart went into the room. He let another woman into our room. To hell with the consequences.

Behind the shower door, I saw Miss Eva accidentally nudging Mr. Mario. Of course that's fishing the wild side of Mr. Mario. A truly experienced adult woman. All I know is material, but my theory is a snot boy. Lookie! He walked in front of Mr. Mario.

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Eva POVs

Really tonight I volunteered myself as beautiful as possible to meet at Mr. Mario's house. Our closeness has been established since I entered the school. Mr. Mario made me fall in love. He coldly made all the women want him. Honestly, I want to be his wife.

He asked permission to visit her home. My dress was quite open and since the conversation, Mr. Mario's eyes never looked off me. Argha! It feels so happy. Just waiting for time to make it mine. I hope my plan works. With ‘doing it’ he will be hooked. I'll prove I can compensate because I know he wants an experienced woman. At least that's what he told me.

I turned hard and washed my hands. Smiling in front of the mirror. “I love you so much, Mario. Hopefully we can be together after tonight. If your seed grows in my stomach I will gladly raise it,” I told myself.

Suddenly the sound of wind was heard. Glancing through my eyes. Black shadows bouncing on the floor. I sipped a nervous mouth. There is no way that invisible creature is here. Slowly lifting face and, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” shouting loudly saw the woman with a disheveled whip covering part of her face. White with black eyes. Plus the red color on her lips.

“Bu Eva!” shouted Mr. Mario.

“Aaaaa! Mr Mario hiks!” I backed off with trembling hands. Sweats flooded my body.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

“Bu Eva! Open doors?! What's up?!” shouted Mr. Mario.

With the rest of my energy I grabbed the door and opened it. Hugging Mr. Mario and sobbing. How frightening. This is the first time I've seen a creature.

“Stranquilize,” said Mr. Mario as he stroked my head.

“Hiks ... hiks .. inside hiks a—ada ghost,” isakku.

“Tenace. There are no ghosts here,” said Mr. Mario. Didn't he know there were other residents in his apartment?

“Hiks .. ak—I swear to see him hiks. He's terrible once.”

“Good. Come on, I'll drive you home to Miss Eva.”

I'm out with Mr. Mario. On the way still shadowed the ghost's face there. It doesn't feel calm. Arriving home, asked Mr. Mario to call me to sleep. There's a fear of going to Mr. Mario's apartment.

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Salsa POV's

I immediately washed my face. Removing makeup that makes me look like a ghost. My chest feels pierced by a dagger. Mr. Mario's anxious voice killed me. She was so worried about Miss Eva. It was a woman who was looking at me. She was crying great—dia who was none other than myself. It hurts to love someone who expects someone else.

Dressing up like a ghost scares me. I'm phobic of horror doing it to thwart Miss Eva's plans. However, the reality before my eyes slapped hard. Awaken me to nothing compared to Miss Eva.

“I hate you, Mario hiks,” isakku.

I'm out of the bathroom. Fear and pain begin to merge. My feelings are starting to feel bad. Ghosts began to imagine adding to my sobs. All I did was jump into the blanket and bully myself. “Stupid hiks,” isakku cussing. Obviously now Mr. Mario is not coming home. He must be there and I don't know what they're doing.

My stupidity is to keep fighting for love that is definitely not for me and it is persistence that brings me to the gaping wounds of the day. Can't measure how deep, I know.

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