My husband is a Cold Teacher

SGD-07

#Guruku_Suami_Cold

#GSD_07

Can you be in my position, loving without being loved?

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Mario POV

I went back to the apartment after Miss Eva went to bed. In my room I did not find Salsa. See the blanket get to the pillow. I pulled it slowly. Salsa's face with traces of her tears.

“Did he see ghosts too?” my inner.

During her stay here, never found the magical creature that Bu Eva said she was. However, seeing him scared and crying, it seemed like there really was.

I'm worried about Salsa. But I was only able to return after 3am. Miss Eva was terrified.

Decided to go to bed with him. Before dawn came back to make me wake up to pray.

“Sa, wake. Salah,”.

Salsa wriggled softly and rubbed her eyes. “Pak Mario used to take ablution,” he said.

“Good.”

We were doing congregational prayers and like our routine, he shook my hand.

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Salsa POV's

I still appreciate it because he's my husband. Regardless of what he did to me. It was not his fault, because we were married for an arranged marriage. I don't need to feel humiliated.

From the beginning, I forgot my position. Why love her when I know she married me was not her choice.

In class, I took Miss Eva's class. Me, Sakina and Afiah have agreed to talk to Miss Eva about this.

“Yes, my household should I keep, my inner”.

Kringhng ....

Everyone came out and I called Miss Eva. “Bu Eva,” call me.

“Yes, Salsa?” She smiles. Not knowing if his smile was still there after all.

“Em, the three of us want to talk to Mom,”.

“What is important?” I'm intruding. “We go to my room only,”.

We're following. My chest was pounding when we accidentally ran into Mr. Mario. It was seen that Miss Eva threw a smile at him.

“Please sit,” said Bu Eva let us sit in her chair.

I took a breath. There's nothing wrong with all this. My position as a wife is disturbed by her presence. Sakina and Afiah nodded.

“Sorry in advance Mom if I was presumptuous to ask Mom about personal matters Mom.” I took a deep breath. “Do Mom and Mr Mario have a special relationship?” my many. It looks like Miss Eva is shocked. Before his cheeks turned blustery.

“We're close for a long time. However, I think our relationship will continue because I love Mr. Mario and I know Mr. Mario loves me too,” he replied hit hard on my heart.

“How far do you feel loved Mr Mario?” ask Sakina.

“His treatment so far to me has proven. I know you often hear gossip about us,” he still smiles.

“It's okay. I have not known Mr. Mario's parents closely, but we have been acquainted,” he said. My heart's limp. My hand on my lap Sakina held tightly.

“Pak Mario does not love Mom,” Sakina said.

“What do you mean?” Looks like Miss Eva doesn't like Sakina's words.

“If she loves Mom, it is certain that she ties Mom with the wedding rope,” Sakina continued.

“We will do it. Soon because last night there was an obstacle.” Miss Eva made me remember last night. What was I expecting? I don't even know what time Mr. Mario is back. I cried myself to sleep.

Tok ... tok ....

We turned our heads. “Looks next time we talk back,” said Bu Eva.

“Thank you, Ma.” We stood up and went out. How surprised, who knocked on the door turned out to be Mr. Mario.

My eyes are heating up. Look at the tart cake contact in her hand. I pulled Sakina and Afiah away.

“Hot Daddy,” Og Sakina. He's just like I don't believe. It seems that Ms. Eva's words were correct. They're getting married soon and I'm definitely being yanked.

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I walk out. Approaching Mr. Mario's car as usual. He shook his hand and looked out the window.

My mind wandered about the relationship between the two. Until he was unconscious, Mr. Mario took me to his parents' house.

I go down and salim to my in-laws. Rise up to the top. I changed my clothes after the shower. Pray with Mario.

“We stay here first,” he said after we finished praying.

“Why, Sir?” my many.

“Nothing,” he said.

I folded the prayer mat and kept it back. Mr. Mario went to the apartment to pick up some clothes and also my book.

“Did he purposely bring me here to bring Miss Eva to the Apartment?” Bad thoughts fill my brain. Blame him for playing with fire.

With a broken feeling, I went down. Helping my in-laws cook. Suddenly missed my parents.

“What Mario treats you well, dear?”

“Iya, Mother. Pa—Kak Mario very well.” I almost slipped my breath saying he was sir in front of my in-laws.

“Thankful. Mario it's cold, son. But, he is responsible. You do not hesitate to ask your own husband for help,” said my mother-in-law.

“Hehehe, yes, Ma. If I have anything, I will say with Brother Mario,”, I replied.

“Except my heart, I will not say that my heart is being broken because of it and I, can never ask for his help to fix it because his heart has chosen someone else, my inner”.

He didn't even come home after we finished dinner. In my room I cried again. Praying alone. His name was always mentioned in my every bow, but I knew that he would never put my name in his prayer.

What will I think before he gets home? He brought a cake this afternoon. Miss Eva's birthday and tonight she hasn't returned. They must have celebrated in the apartment.

I couldn't imagine if they were doing more in our room. I still remember Mr. Mario very fond of experienced adult women.

Unlike me, who only knows matter without theory. Obviously I lost. Bu Eva does not need to fight because without him fighting love, Mr. Mario is indeed for him.

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