MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G 57

Juan arrived at Sudirman Hall. The wedding here is pretty good. Juan went inside even though he himself did not have an official invitation. He stood there for a long time and looked at the two grooms in front. When the atmosphere is no longer too crowded like that. Then he began to step forward. Herman and Juan's eyes met each other. “Juan?“ murmured Herman. Then, he came down from the pelaminan; approached Juan.

“Om, can om clear to me? Why would.. Why did you even marry a guy today?“ juan asked at once. Juan looked very angry, even though he tried to hold it as much as possible. “Sorry, sorry about, Juan. Om doing all this for you, and for the sake of getting out of there. Om fed up, om sick every time they insult you. Angry, whenever they see them laughing as if without a burden, and as if you were never there. Sorry om, Juan,“ said Herman at length.

Juan was confused; whether he should be angry or not. On the one hand, Herman was the loudest voice, when he opposed his relationship with Yoga. But, on the other hand, somehow Herman's line of thought began to change, and said that he was doing all this for Juan—pun to get out of that sickening circle of life. Efan went down. A moment later; juan's eyes glazed over. He was angry with himself. “Om, no need to sacrifice for my sake. After all, I will not care,“ said Juan staring at Herman with reddened eyes. Herman smiled faintly. “You do not care, you will not come here, Juan,“ said Herman.

He immediately threw his body on the sofa. Hah, tired, inner Gilang while sighing. He just got home after a long day at work. James shook his head, then hit the pumpkin with a briefcase. “Wake up, shower, prayer trus. You haven't prayed, have you?“ james said to rebuke. “New four o'clock~“ says Gilang while closing your eyes. James stood in front of Gilang while shaking his waist. “Keburu maghrib dear~ Kalo more and more latin ntar the reward is getting smaller, want you?“ james sounded like he was speaking.

Gilang immediately sat down, and looked at James with an annoyed look, then darted into the room while the muruh-misuh—pun make James chuckle. Very excited you, Gilang?, inner James—pun to the room also. Gilang and James shower together. This is so that they can shorten the time to pray together. Of course James was the one who became the prayer priest. Awesome, right? After the completion of the Ashar prayer; they used to relax on the edge of the pool accompanied by a cup of longjing tea. A swimming-pool? How could? Isn't this the apartment on the middle floor? Heh, just so you know, this is a 28 billion apartment. So, it is only natural that the facilities here are very complete.

“Call? Uhm, what if we make dede here? It's been a week less so,“ said James. He looked at James with a murderous look. James could have thought that way in the afternoon. Huft, Gilang sighed. “Try if you dare,“ says Gilang challenging. Eh? Try it if you dare? So, Gilang want me to take the initiative first? Hm, perhaps, the inner James nodded his head slowly. Moments later; james touched Gilang's cheek, then rubbed it gently. Cup. He kissed Gilang's cheek with his eyes closed. After that, he opened his eyes, then looked at Gilang.

“No doubt we've had nine months of marriage, baby?“ said James. Hah, it feels like just yesterday he married Gilang, and now it's nine months gone. James smiled meaningfully. Glazed at James' smile, making the red tinge on both cheeks clearly visible. Silence until unconscious, if James' right hand has been wringing the hero. James kissed Gilang's shoulder. Gilang's right hand rested on the floor. While his left hand held James—'s arm, which grew wildly inciting the hero.

“Ngghh,“ muttered Gilang raised his head with his eyes closed. The lips of the two meet. James mumbled the two beans from outside the T-shirt— worn by Gilang. “Eummhh,“ muttered Gilang furrowed brows; resisting tingly feeling. The two beans also look stiffened. James looked at Gilang's extremely flushed face. Gilang reached out his hand; touching James' cheek. However, James kissed Gilang's hand, then kissed his fingers one by one. Just like that has made Gilang's feelings not careless.

Slowly but surely. Cross the pool by the pool. James is in control. James deliberately remained silent for a long time while looking at the wife's face. Uh, my wife is flirting, inner James. Either because they are upset or excited, and want more. Gilang asked James to move quickly. Not just sitting there staring at him like that. “Why? Can't wait?“ james said grinning. Gilang immediately turned his head to the side because he blushed in shame. “Nyebelin,“ great-grandchild.

James lifted one of Gilang's legs, then he kissed his fingers, ankles, knees, to p a h a. “Nghhh ahhhhh,“ muttered Gilang felt this body start to craze. James stumbled at the whiz like a candy stall while putting his middle finger in there. “Ji-Jihm aahhh nggh hah aaahhh,“ muttered Gilang blingsatan is not bad. Gilang's head feels dizzy. Gilang's body was automatically lifted slightly while holding James' arm firmly. In order to hold the pain and taste of pleasure, when the champion James managed to jump in completely.

Gilang bent his knees, and opened them wide. Before James moved his hips, he also smeared Gilang's lips first. “Ngh ngh ngh aahh ahh Jihhm eungh hah hah Jihhm ssstt sa-sak-iht aahh ngghh,“ muttered Gilang complained of pain. As James moved his hips at a fast tempo. “Jihm! Ngghh ah ah ah ah ah ah haah ssttt eunnhhh,“ muttered Gilang again loudly. Especially when the hero James managed to corner the most sensitive spot in there, namely tatpros.

Daffin's nervous. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep at night. All the memories with Chris seemed to be circling non-stop. He also recalled how warm Chris' hand was; hugging him while asleep. Even when the lips kissed his forehead with love and feeling. Daffin riled while holding his head that felt like breaking. Two weeks later, he decided to split with Chris. And for one week, Chris disappeared like the earth. He is no longer seen teaching on campus.

The more thoughtful the Daffin's head is the more it wants to break. He went from the bed to the light switch on the wall near the door. The entire room was bright. Then, he sat down at the study table, and opened the drawer; taking a photo album that was still well stored. It was a wedding photo album of her and Chris. He opened the photo album, and saw one by one the photos that were there. Daffin's heart feels so sore. Especially when he realized, that now he had been alone without a Chris who grasped his hand tightly.

Look at those photos. Chris's look was deep. “Mas, what are you doing there?“ daffin murmured tears without him noticing. Daffin knew that Chris had hurt him. But, still, this heart and mind are only centered on one man, namely Chris. Daffin covered his face with both hands while crying. “Mas Chris,“ murmur Daffin. Love can take away all pain. No matter how much it hurts and hurts when Chris hurts his body; this love in the heart seems to be able to treat all that pain.

Daffin's mood is not good. He also cannot drive in this condition. He asks Dimas to pick him up at home; to take him anywhere; as long as he can make Daffin's mood better. “Tumben mood you ugly?“ knock Dimas while driving. Daffin breathed a heavy sigh. “Lu think my mood will be good? While I'm just aja cere with my own husband,“ said Daffin. He opened the car window and smoked a cigarette. “Trus you want me to nganter you to where?“ ask Dimas. “Terlarah. I don't know,“ said Daffin.

Dimas also brought Daffin to Blok M Square. There is a street with a blend of blue and yellow walls— and two containers. Usually there is always a group of young people— who like to cover dance Idol from Korea. Daffin got out of the car. And he immediately became the center of attention. Of course because he is an artist as well as a selebgram. The fans began to swarm Daffin. Daffin features the best smile, though it is inversely proportional to his current mood. “Selfie dong kak,“ said one of the girls. Daffin served them with pleasure.

“Can you join, nih?“ ask Daffin. “That's a big bro,“ say one of them while shaking hands like a man. Daffin also joined the other dancers to cover one of the more BTS called fake love, and Daffin took part in the lead dancer, Jungkook. Everyone shouted saying fake love when it arrived at the ref. Especially when Daffin raised his black shirt a little, and made the girls hysterical. In addition to dance cover, there is also song cover. Daffin also sang a ballad song, titled 'See You Again'—, which was sung by Korean soloist Han Seungwoo.

“Geuttaen deo saranghaedo. Han beonman deo uri hamkke. Geujeo sarangeul haetdeon—Can I love you more deeply? I wish we could be together again. I've always loved—“ Daffin was on the last part of this song, and he's also very fond of the song. The song really illustrates how Daffin is feeling at this time—who is hoping to meet him once again. Some people shed tears. After hearing Daffin sing with a very deep appreciation. Then everyone applauded. “Thank you,“ said Daffin later.

Far at the end there. Chris stood watching Daffin's live performance among the other spectators. Chris did not really understand what song— that Daffin was singing. But, for sure, Chris felt a very intense pain, when Daffin's lips chanted the song. There is also Ganendra. A producer who once had dinner with Chris and Daffin. It flashed in Ganendra's mind to discuss Daffin's soloist career with Hardinata later. Because according to Ganendra; Daffin is multitalented, and very unfortunate. If such talent is not put to the best use.

“News? What news?“ tanya Tia didn't know how to tell at all. “News if you are a same-sex lover,“ says Aina with a mocking look. Hmh! Why would someone like Tia work in this office? He was the son of a same-sex man. The diseased man!, inner Aina was cynical. The atmosphere was suddenly quiet. Tia looked around. Everyone looked at him with a look of disdain and condescension. “Kalo I am so you. I must have lost face, Ti,“ said Aina. Tia also tried checking the group chat first.

Justright. The chat group is very full to hundreds of notifications. Tia felt cornered. Damnit damnit! Juan, papa, because of you I'm made ashamed of one office, inner Tia. When looking at a photo of Juan and Yoga at one of the restaurants. The photo shows how messy they—which is where Juan rubbed the corner of the lips Yoga—pun video when they eat together. “Why on the gathering at Tia's desk? Aina, you don't work?“ exclamation Djaka. Aina also gave the best smile to their GM. “Uhm, the, sir. Again discuss the news in the group that is rame,“ said Aina.

“What news?“

“It.. Papa Tia turns out to be a same-sex lover, and is dating a college kid,“

Djaka also glanced towards Tia. He looked frozen, scared, and trembling. Djaka breathed a heavy breath. “Dengerin my words are fine. Don't amp you guys up, bulli Tia. If I ampe to the deafness of him, I will cut your salary later. Wh why? Wrong if papa he likes men, huh? You knew? Our CEO also married a male artist. Me? I also love guys, and dating same guy artists too. His wife Mr. CEO. Wh why? Wrong?“ said Djaka at length. Everyone was silent.

“Aina, back to your own table. Inget, I watched all of you, huh? Many CCTV. So people should not judge the privacy of others. Take care of your own business. Don't take care of other people's business. Focus of work focus up the department. Know?“ djaka said sarcasm. Everyone was working normally as usual, after getting an ultimatum from Djaka. “Tia, if there is any report to me. One more thing do not let you hate your own parents. Focused work,“ said Djaka again advising. Then he went back to his own room.

Daru was doing college work in the room. She faintly heard the voice of her mother— who was talking to someone. Hah, it must be Djaka the bastard, Daru's inner. Daru was getting ready to go out. It is better to go anywhere, rather than having to meet with Djaka. After putting on a sky blue jeans jacket. He also came out of the room. Hah, sure enough, it was indeed Djaka, Daru's mind was staring at Djaka cynically. “Daru? Where are you going?“ exclaim Idah while putting a cup of tea on the table.

Behind the black hat he was wearing. He also glanced. “Mau sightseeing,“ sahut Daru cooler. “Da! It's Djaka, when you want a way out, anyway? Salaman used to be the same as you,“ said Idah. Daru gritted his teeth. “She's not me, and I don't have her cake,“ Daru said. Daru was out of the house, and unfortunately there was Didi— who had just returned home after serving in the military office. “Where are you going?“ didin asked coldly and looked miserable. “Streetings,“ sahut Daru ketus while grabbing a helmet. He had not had time to put on a helmet, Didin also spoke.

“Becare you way out. Papa will not permit you to inject this house again, Daru,“ Didin warned. Daru had been holding back the emotions inside the d a d a from earlier. Then, he threw his helmet until it crashed very hard and broke. He also kicked his motorcycle down. He was very angry and emotional. Hmh! Damn it!, Inner Daru. He went back inside, complaining. He took off his shoes and threw them in any direction. “Daru!“ exclaiming Idah did not end up thinking with Daru's rebellious attitude that is very very disrespectful.

Djaka followed Daru into the room. “Satisfied? Hm?“ said Daru ketus. Djaka was silent while staring at Daru. Da, is there a little taste in your heart to make om? Why do you hate the same, Daru?, the inner Djaka. “Why are you even a bastard! Heh, have you,“ said Daru with sharp glaring eyes. “Da,“ murmured Djaka, then locked Daru's room door. “Why do you hate the same? Hm? Please explain to om, om already why you ampe segitnya you to om, Da?“ Djaka. “Color I hate the same you. Get out of here, and out of my life. Go your ampe my eyes won't see you again in my lifetime. Go!“ said Daru shouting.

“Sorry, but om will not be bright &e anytime, Da,“ said Djaka. Djaka's eyes changed instantly. Cold and sharp. Ehem, hopefully acting I follow the cool CEO main character in the comics is not kelauan. For Daru!, the inner Djaka. Djaka also took off his tie, then opened his shirt, and saw his abdominal carvings—which is not too athletic. Djaka looked at Daru with a cold gaze as if he wanted to eat it. “Do not deket-deket. If you dare, I will throw this portable fan into your head & blood,“ said Daru threatening. As Djaka draws closer.

“Your room isn't soundproof, is it?“ asked Djaka coldly while holding a tie in his left hand. In an instant; that gentle and silly Djaka had turned out to be extremely frightening. Eh? So, my acting worked, huh? Daru aja ampe retreat kek that? Hahahaha, the inner Djaka. Djaka almost wanted to laugh. However, he tried to hold it as much as possible. “Gue says don't be whipped!“ said Daru ketus. Daru to sit on the bed. “Why? Afraid? Heh,“ said Djaka smiling sideways as he touched Daru's chin.

Daru turned his face. Damn it!, Inner Daru. A moment later; Daru widened his eyes, as Djaka licked his ears. When Daru wants to try to hit Djaka—pun Djaka managed to swiftly hold Daru's hand. “You must be taught a lesson, Da. Let's recede,“ says Djaka. Outside the room; Didin and Idah eavesdrop. “Pa, Dja-Djaka is not an apain Daru right, pa?“ said Idah worriedly. “Dengerin aja, ma~ Surely mama knows who lost who won hehe,“ said Didin.

A few moments later. Djaka successfully tamed Daru. Daru turned his back to Djaka with the knee position touching the mattress. Djaka managed to push his hip to make the hero slipping in completely. Djaka also accidentally inserted his index and middle fingers into Daru's mouth until both fingers were moistened by Daru's saliva. “Nghh aahhh ah ah ah ah ah aahhhh mmhh ah ah ah ah ah stop aahhhh ugh aahhh,“ murmured Daru. Djaka also tried to rotate Daru's body facing the mirror, in the position of the hero is still inside. “Liat to the mirror, Da,“ said Djaka, then mengumpum k u p i n gar Daru. Th-this me? Why do I look at that cake? I can't move anymore, I lemes, Daru's inner.

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