Turns out He's Just Mine

Piqued

Mila arrives at school with a motorbike riding ninja Vicki in the back to show her white thighs. All the eyes of the students stared enviously at the couple who were in the hotbed as lovers. Imran who had just come out of the meeting room stared intently at the pair who had just stepped off his bike. His tightly clenched hands held back the emotions in the soul.

" You didn't even heed my words Mila." The grunts of Imran in his heart.

Imran walked towards his room. As well as Mila and Vicki, the two of them walked towards their respective classrooms.

" Thank you Vic has to pick me up." Said Mila while walking.

" OKAY... I'm ready to be an ojek for you." Vicki's Law.

" OK is... Tomorrow tomorrow if I need a ride I'll call Lo, I'll go in first." Mila said after arriving at the front of her class.

"OKs.. We're going to the cafeteria." Vicki.

" OK deh.. Bye." Mila Sahut.

Mila entered her class to her bench.

" Tumben's not late." Risa.

" I'm not every day late, you like to mock me." Mila Cebik.

" Eh how's the show? Success?" Whisper Risa so that other friends do not hear.

" Let me tell you, there's more to it than just that show." Mila.

" Okay, I'm waiting for Lo's story." Risa Sahut

The first lesson of the day was a math lesson where her teacher was her own husband. Just makes Mila's mood worse. Imran walks into the classroom to his chair.

" Morning child." Sapa Imran as usual. He glanced at his wife who was looking at him.

" Morning Sir." Sahut pupil.

" Open your package book and work on the hundred to one hundred and five pages, Two hours of lessons must be done and collected at my desk." Imran. It seemed like he was venting his emotions to his disciple.

" What's? Five pages sir! Should I finish two hours of lessons? Sir, our brains are not machines, sir." Mila Protest.

Just imagine if one page had fifty problems then five pages meant two hundred and fifty questions had to be completed in one hundred and twenty minutes? Maybe for an intelligent brain is not a problem but for a brain that fits passan what not to say? Maybe even very tight. There really is no ot**the teacher thought Mila.

" The objection please come out, there's no need to follow my lesson." Imran Resolute.

Mila advanced forward looking at Imran, Imran stood before Mila while folding both of her hands in front of her chest.

" Why?" Ask Imran.

" It's called suppression sir, for those who have above-average brains will easily work on it, but for those below-average how? Didn't Mr Des think up to that?" Mila looked at Imran.

" I've told you if you mind please come out, and wait for my punishment." Imran Resolute.

" Those who can't work out with me, don't force it or your brains will break rich' dams, don't be afraid our punishment will face the same punishment." Mila looked at her friend.

All the disciples looked at each other and one by one they went from sitting him standing beside Mila while bowing their heads, and only two students were left who were still busy with their pens and books.

" How about Mr Des? Do we all have to get out? If we get out then we'll complain to the principal about the way you taught us." Threat Mila.

Imran let out his sigh looking at Mila who was staring trivially at him. If they complain to the principal then Imran will be sanctioned.

" All right, I'll subtract, Now you sit down, just do one page." Imran.

" Good sir." Sahut disciple began to sit back to their respective benches.

" The next time you think before you give the order." Mila.

The disciple disciple began to work on the task of Imran calmly. The break bell rang all the disciples heaved a sigh of relief. Imran is preparing to leave his class.

" Kamila Azzurra now also come to my room, Bring also the duty of your friend." Imran's Order.

" I want to take a break, sir, eat first, get some rest hours out." Mila Sahut.

" Do or get punished." Press Imran leaving Mila's class.

" Rese' is." Mila Cebik.

" How many miles because of us do you get a punishment from Mr Imran?" Ask Mella one of her friends.

" So, I can handle it." Mila Sahut.

Mila walks towards Imran's room while carrying out the duties of her friend's friend.

Tok

Mila goes inside laying her duties on Imran's front desk.

" I'm sorry sir." Mila turned her body.

" Where are you going?" Tanya Imran blocks Mila's hand.

" Want to the cafeteria, why? Wanna come?" Mila asked back.

" Why did you leave with another man?" Investigate Imran.

" Because you left me." Mila Sahut.

" Don't there be a reason in the garage are three cars? Why don't you choose one of them?" Ask Imran.

" Three cars?" Ask Mila to make sure.

" yes.. Didn't Hena tell you?" Ask Imran.

" Fuck you Ma'am, you fooled me." Inner Mila.

" Because I didn't ask him, I thought you only had one car." Mila Sahut.

Imran tucked his body into Mila's body. He locked Mila's hands behind Mila's back.

" Want what?" Ask Mila fearlessly.

" Let you punish." Imran Sahut.

" What punishment?" Search Mila.

" Punishment that makes you happy." Seloroh Imran's.

" Don't do this at school." Mila's words started to get scared because Imran sniffed her neck. The smell of Lily made Imran feel calm.

" That means you can be at home?" Imran's whisper in Mila's ear makes Mila's body crumble.

" Can't... Move, I'm going out." Mila.

Cup

Imran kissed Mila's right cheek making Mila gawk round her eyes.

" You.... You're harassing me." Pekik Mila tried to rebel.

" There is no abuse of my own wife even if I do more than this." Imran Sahut.

Cup

Imran kissed Mila's left cheek.

" Fuck you, Mr. Des, you're humbling me." Annoyed Mila.

Mila stomped on Imran's foot, causing Imran to scream in pain until he let go of her hand.

Plaque....

A hard slap landed on Imran's white cheek.

" You... Why did you slap me Mila?" Ask Imran.

" Because you've dared to kiss me, I told you never to touch me because I don't want to be touched by another woman's husband." Mila Shouted. Luckily Imran's room was soundproofed so no one heard Mila's scream.

" I'm your husband Mila, I have every right to do anything to you." Imran.

" Who gave you that right? This marriage is just a compulsion and to me this marriage is meaningless, you and I are just strangers living in one room, remember that." Press Mila pointing at Imran's face.

Brakkkk

Mila roughly pulled the chair that was there until it fell to the floor, Imran closed his eyes while shaking his head.

" I'll melt your heart anyway and grow the love in your heart dear Mila." Inner Imran.

TBC.....

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