My Teacher's Husband's Id

My Teacher's Husband's Id
Part 23 - Night Market



Sunday night is something that is always awaited by teenagers. Likewise with Keisha whose face is beaming tonight, in addition to being able to go out for a walk at night, he can also spend time with Mr. Ricky. Actually Keisha does not like her husband, just feel comfortable and protected near the man.


Since entering the night market a few minutes ago, Keisha kept her head down, not out of embarrassment, but was staring at her tiny hand that was being held by her husband. He deliberately paddled his hands to make it more aesthetic again, it took the attention of Ricky who was busy receiving a call from someone.


"It's great to feel, but I just went to the night market. Not a mall like the one in your shadow" said Ricky. Storing his phone in the hodie pocket he was wearing.


"The question is the same, Mr. .. uh means you can breathe the air again at night after being locked up the same, Mr. Ricky."


"Nobody's feelings are bad."


"Currently, Mr Ricky, how are you doing? Just say, yeah, what's the trouble?" grouse Keisha. The girl then jerked her hands violently and walked first. However, just a few steps, his body staggered and landed in the arms of Mr. Ricky. The man's burly hands coiled beautifully around his wife's back waist.


"Why is it suddenly curled up? Not polite!"


"Your body is tiny, afraid that someone will kidnap and be sold as an om-om. It's what bothers me, especially if you have to boil you at a high price," said Ricky right in front of Keisha's face.


Instead of being upset by the husband's words, Keisah closed her eyes, as if waiting for something to happen like in a drama she often watched. However, what he got was a very annoying little whisper.


"Let's go, now it's in a public place."


"Basic bawdy!"


Ricky just laughed at his wife's annoyance. Same with Keisha, he also enjoyed the night market this time, especially accompanied by his little wife's badass. The man obeyed all Keisah's wishes, as he had promised before he left home. Making herself an ATM machine for the little girl.


After getting what Keisah wants to buy, she and the girl decide to take a break at a roadside stall. Ricky ordered two bowls of baso and two glasses of iced tea to accompany their Sunday night. Occasionally watching Keisha who seemed busy checking the beaver groceries.


"Ish still lacking this. I forgot to buy snacks and drinks to stock in the room" he protested.


"Ntar buy again, now eat first. Drink a lot! You were sweatantan."


"Help lap dong, sir!" joking Keisha, but who would have thought Ricky actually did it. Not wearing a tissue, but the tip of the man's own hoodie.


Ah really, today Ricky did a lot of things that made his little wife baper and misbehaved. Keisha who rarely blusing, always blusing if near the husband.


The two begin to focus on the baso massing-each after the order comes, until at the end Ricky permission to go to the toilet when feeling spiciness due to unreasonable challenges from Keisha.


After Ricky left, Keisha laughed out loud. "Campus, so don't upset Kei. Mules right now," he sneered, blocking the departure of the husband.


Keisha's gaze turned to the flat object that had been ringing ever since, but was ignored by its owner. The girl examined the contact not known long enough, until finally answered because the curiosity is very large.


"Hello, how can I help you? It just so happened that the owner of the phone went to the toilet again" Keisha said after answering a call on Ricky's phone.


"You who? Why is Iky's phone in your hands!" reply to a woman across the phone.


"This thing is very privacy even for the size of a wife" Ricky said without feeling.


"Aah, just answer the phone that's really the language. Usually the person who does not want to be touched by his phone, between cheating or having a girlfriend," Keisha said. The girl drank her meat sauce as if she was drinking juice, but it was very spicy. However, the broth is not as thick as Ricky's mouth.


"Keisha?"


"That's a real pleasure, sir. Go home yok!" I left without waiting for Ricky to finish his meal. Without stopping by anywhere, Keisha headed straight for the car, throwing her groceries with the origin.


"What a pity, that's the answer. I can say something else if I'm upset. I also won't pick up if the phone is only once. Basic om-om nyebelin," continued to grumble nonstop.


***


Whatever objects Keisha touches, the sound will be loud because the girl picks up or stores things in a pretty rough way. In the room, Ricky sat in the soda and closed his eyes. The two no longer spoke to each other after returning home from the night market.


The return they planned was actually 12pm, but they went home before that because Keisha's mood was deteriorating.


"It's Kei!" reprimand Ricky.


"What the hell, people don't do anything either" Keisha said.


Ricky let out a long sigh, Keisha's behavior returned to the initial suit, because of her stupidity.But Ricky did it all because he did not want Amel to know that he was married. If Amelia finds out, she's afraid that the main target is Keisha.


From the news that Ricky has gotten after researching Amelia lately, he is sure Amelia will do anything to get it back. Not a geer or a kegantegan pretender, but Amelia was just dumped by her suamin for a betrayal like the woman did when she was with him.


Unable to find peace because of the sound of goods in the room, Ricky stood up and approached Keisha. Grabbing the broom in the girl's hand and throwing it without looking.


"I'm sorry if my words offended you" whispered Ricky. Hugged his wife tightly enough without giving her a chance to rebel. "Don't get angry anymore, and stop sweeping the already clean floor," he continued.


How not Ricky said that, while since returning from the night market, has counted ten times Keisha swept the room floor. At worst, the broom was deliberately bumped into the legs of a table or bed.


"Whoever is angry try, someone else clean the room, all night sports," he replied not wanting to confess.


"If you want a night sport, that's not the way, honey. But gini ...." Ricky pushes Keisha's body into the bed. He grinned that made Keisha's heart beat abnormally.


"What do you want to do?" ask Keisha.


"Teach you to exercise the night the right way, while making you fly through the horizon" he whispered right in Keisha's ear, making the girl's hair bristle for a moment.