My husband is possessive

Morning Commotion (Part 2)

Ren was indeed the flammable type of jealous flame, but usually with me relented and hugging him the hot spark was extinguished. But this morning it looks like it's going to last a long time. Scroll clock on the wall. Still holding the dawn behind the window. I could already hear the human voice starting the morning activity. And the man who was resting on the carpet still showed the same aura. We had to start our activities this morning.

If this kind of atmosphere continues, I'm sure Ren will cry in the end. I'll be on the guilty side. Even this time, I admit, I was wrong.

But, I really did not dare to get up from sitting down. Grab it deep

my embrace. The threat still stands.

He looked up with a tired face.

“ Is she more worried than me?” says slowly. “ What! Why

smile?” raise voice.

I immediately shut my mouth. I'm still trying to hold my smile, though,

even biting the lips. Don't

provoke him, Ayana, you know that he is provoked by his pride as

husband, then the decision he took absolutely you must obey. But

how could that be what he was thinking of trying. Is he more worried than me.

There are people who worry more than you.

And you're my husband, already have you, why should I think of men

others. Andrian was my student. I refrained from answering it. Him

haven't heard my defense. His mind is at war with his heart

by oneself. Let him talk until he feels relieved.

“ This must be because brother is being too kind to him right?” Her hand

squeezing the letter, the thin paper shriveled a little in his grasp. Her view

turned to me after a moment of looking at the scuffed paper. “ Looks like I've already

too give sister freedom yes.”

“ Ren.” Panic with his last words.

“Sit! I told you you can just sit and breathe, don't come any closer!

Before I can control my mind and my heart.”

I'm back not moving. Pulling the blanket closer.

How I forgot that little note Andrian wrote,

for Ren, of course, the writing will be very meaningful as a forbidden attitude. I

his wife, got a love letter from another man. If it wasn't me

sowing fire, means my impudent disciple.

“ Ren, trust me.” My voice sounded serious but still spoke

gently. “ I treat all my students the same, whether male or female

women.” Ahh, you don't like hearing my answer anymore. But I really put a limit on my professionalism as a teacher.

No, I keep my distance from men. Because I know you don't like it. I keep my honor as a wife who gets abundant love from you.

You muttered something that didn't catch my hearing.

“ I believe in big brother,” he said as he looked at me later. “But I don't

believe in all the boys around sister.” He said it with

depression again.  Angry at once feeling

and helpless. Almost a quarter of the students in my school are boys. He was trying to count the number of men around me. In my class

there are more women themselves. But the fact is the mailman was in my class.

So how can I reverse the situation now. What's with

I told you Andrian was just a minor I'd never seen

as men. I just look at my students like those boys who

start growing up. Yes, kids need attention. Even though I am

can't think of them as boys, because their age is enough to

know what is right and wrong. Just like my sister Kirana.

Playing fire with my own students, my dream of becoming a teacher, is much more valuable than that.

“ I'll finish everything.” To the end, I thought about

send Andrian a letter calling guardian. By looking at the background

“ What you want to do.” The voice shook, now the paper in his hand

shrinking. “ Talk to him in private. “ I'm sowing more gasoline

in his wounded heart.” Brother want to do what?” He started to set foot. “

Wanna ask why he sent a letter.” Throwing the scuff paper away. “Indeed who

will allow it, who allows brother to talk to him.”

His pride is hurt.

" Are you curious?" he said it was full of anger now. " Do you want to return the letter."Hey, mind where it is. Indeed my common sense has been pawned, until I want to reply to Andrian's letter. I shake my head. Yes, he is Ren. I knew he could think up to that point. " How many students are there at your school?"

What question is that. Where do I know. Wait, it looks like the total number of students in the school is written on a large board in the teacher room. Try to remember Ayana. "I don't know." finally answered resignedly.

" How many boys are in the big brother class?"

Especially this.

" 14 people" I answered without counting. What do you want. Meet them one-on-one.

" In addition to this brat, who else is approaching big brother." I can't fight it with a rebuttal of words. His face that looked tired from lack of sleep increasingly gave rise to my guilt.

" Ren."

" Is there anything else you're hiding? Is there another letter?" Oh my God, you think your wife is as beautiful as she is until she gets a letter from a lot of people.

" Ren, that's all. I swear." I threw myself down on the sofa again as the lookout told me to sit down. " We never hide anything from each other." How about this, I want to hug her. Kissing his tired eyes. " Ren."

" Silence!" He bends his knees, making it a place to bang his head. Twice. I feel pain seeing it. " Why did you do this to me." I woke up right away. Ren's voice was already shaking. Let the blanket fall. Kursukuh. She rejected me. " Go back to your seat!" his voice was raised firmly. I don't give a shit. I still embrace his body.

If you make a mistake and he gets angry and throws you out, believe me, don't leave because of the ego in your chest. But hugged him tightly until all his anger evaporated.

" Sorry. I'm sorry." He still lowered his head and did not want to look at me. But I can hear his sobbing. He used the deadliest weapon. Believe me, not only women can use their water as a weapon. And this creature of God in my arms, has used this weapon three times with today.

" I have to do what! So that my brother would just look at me. So that you don't see another man."

" No! Ii'm sorry. Don't keep Ren." I don't know what words he'll say. But I don't want to hear him say more than that, I have to do what. So that I would love her, so that I would see her. "The letter means nothing to me, the sender, too. Sorry, maybe I opened the gap."

Yes, there will be no harvest if no one sows. Maybe my attitude has been misinterpreted by Andrian. As a more mature person, I'm the one who's wrong here.

Ren was still chirping with intonation up and down. There is still a sob at the end of the throat. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes. Sip his tears. Hugged it. I heard him cursing. This kid, really.

I can take off my arms. She had calmed down a bit like her.But I just relaxed my hand, now it was Ren's hand that changed to embrace my body. I sat in front of him. He grabbed my body from behind.

" But you kept the letter under the pillow." Talking in a hateful tone behind my back, I could feel her lips sticking there.

" That's because I overslept dear." I explained it earlier.

" Why are you delirious while laughing hehe said about the letter." Still in the same tone.

" Where do I know, I'm not aware!"

" It still dares to shout, it has committed such a great sin." He is, yes, my God. Forgive this sinful servant, O Allah.

" Ah he's sorry." instantly softened." Sorry Ren."

" I hate it when you talk to him." To the mailman, but he's my student. I'm his homeroom teacher. " Answ"

" He's sorry darling."

" I still want to explode and get angry" he said, "My anger hasn't gone out yet, don't you know?" Yes, yes I know. You still hold me this tight. But what time did it try. Thankfully, I had no morning classes. He took her hand so I could turn around. Uh, what. We fell on the carpet.

" Ren, let's get up. It's late." I applauded her.

" Wouldn't want to. I'm still mad."

" Haha, he's sorry. But you're late."

" Barain, I'm still mad." Not moving from the position that was still holding me, pasting my face behind my back. He's not gonna let me go.

" Ren, aren't you hungry?"

" No, I'm still angry." Inh this child.

" But I'm hungry, I'll make breakfast for a minute."

"I'm still angry!" getting hugged tightly. If it turns angry that worries like this, I'm afraid I'm starting to disappear. And I started wanting to touch it.

" but..."

" I'm still mad!" I haven't said anything yet.

" Let go, I want to."

" I'm still mad!" Oh, my God, this boy.

" I'm getting my shirt off." I heard him chuckle and then laugh. Ren relaxed his embrace. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fortunately, I had no teaching hours this morning.

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