I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Caught

"Young Alda..? are you okay?"

Hadeuh..

Why the hell is this principal of ours, not just get out of this room. Why even ask so many questions?

I wiped my face wet with tears, tidying my hair that must have been random. Stalling a face full of smiles. And turned to face Mr. Armand, face down in shame to show this face.

"I heard the sound of crying from outside. That's why I came in, to make sure. Is there anyone in this room crying?"

Mr. Armand seemed to know, I was the one crying. But, he pretended not to know. What this principal of ours is, wants to embarrass me.

"Nobody cries." I replied quickly, still bowing my face, whatever you want to be arrogant. I was embarrassed to look at him. I'm in a bad mood. So, there's no intention of getting stale anymore.

"Oowww... Didn't he? by the way, there is still delicious rice?"

Mualim Armand's tone, so soft. I finally raised my face, to see the expression on the face of the man who spoke before me at this moment. He does not usually speak softly and looks hearty when talking.

"Still Nauseous." I answered, then looked down again, to break the gaze of Our Eyes that had met.

Also, he looked at me fixedly, full of probing.

"Oowws... Message two yes." he smiled faintly. I had a chance to see the corner of her lips Yang was interested as I glanced at her with the tail of my eyes.

"Ilya Muallim, but Patience waits first. The savory rice is still at home." I replied politely with caution.

"Ilya Muallimah, all right. Don't cry in this place. The skeleton of the human body can move."

"What..?" my words are now glaring both eyes at Mualim Armand. Who hastened from before me.

Gosh darn.. Means Mualim Armand, knows I'm the one crying.

I walked towards the sink. After Muallim Armand disappeared from my sight. I wash my face, to get fresh again. And do not forget Touch up, so that my face again looks fresh.

***

The time of rest arrived. The teacher room is crowded. Now is the time for teachers to fill the stomach, add energy to return to activity. More and more cake orders. I'm staying on Mama's phone, and then the teachers' orders will be between the dads. I'll pick Raisya up for school.

All the teachers got their orders. And now I have to deliver Muallim Armand's order to his room.

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"Assynoltom... Muallim, this is his savory rice." I said politely from behind the door of his study.

"Greetings hall.." Before long a woman's voice said my greetings from within. That woman must be his wife Muallim Armand, Holy Mother.

"Mom, it's me taking orders, chief." This time, I called Muallim Armand with a head pack. I'm afraid, Holy Mother does not understand the name we use every day at school. Where is the male teacher, called Muallim. And the female teacher Nausea.

"Oowww.. Yes, you are Miss Alda. Let's go in, Miss Alda. I have something to tell you." Mr. Armand's wife, gave him the hand code. For me to enter the madrasa's headroom.

Mr. Armand, only 6 months old to be the principal at my workplace. Before I became the head of where I worked, he was just an ordinary teacher at one of the state schools. And he can now serve as the principal at our school. Maybe it's because he's smart, or because there's a connection.

"That makes you feel good, Alda. Your name is Alda, right?" said Holy Ma'am kindly, looking at me attached with thin smiling lips.

"Yes, thank you." My mouth blushed in shame, who the hell, who doesn't like to be praised. Can order a lot today, enough to make my mood that was bad now improved and excited.

"Yes, just once, I've been hooked." He said with a twinkle face. His hands continued to rub his swollen stomach. Yes, Holy Mother. Muallim Armand's wife, five months pregnant. This is their second child. His party's son Reza, who goes to school with Raisya.

"Every night, I ordered Anhar sir. Your father, at Raisya's school. Your daughter goes to school with my son." Holy Ma'am is humble, really very kind and friendly. Lucky Mr. Armand had a wife

"Yes, Mom." Yes dad last night, when you want to pick up Raisya, bring a lot of packets of savory rice. Even my help father sells, leave some cake to the stall where dad drinks coffee.

"Feel you really delicious, healthy hygienic. I don't use MSG, do I?" I shook my head quickly.

"Wear mom, but a little." My heart is smiling thinly. However, it needs to be given a little flavoring, so that the taste of the cuisine is more pronounced. But, the dose is a little. So, it's safe to eat.

"I, if you buy food that has a lot of flavoring, my head will hurt, after eating, the stomach will also be proud. So different from your cuisine, I think MSG-free.!" said the Holy Mother with a slightly disappointed expression. He thought, the food I sell does not use flavoring.

"Yes ma'am, we eat to be healthy. Not eating for disease. It's not muji, my cooking is delicious, because the ingredients are fitting. About the flavoring, there is. But, little ma'am." Obviously I don't want to lie anymore.

"Ohh yes. If tomorrow, I order 80 servings of savory rice can not Alda?"

Shrim

The wind of heaven hit my face. Cool to be happy, because it can order a lot. "Can you, can you dong ma'am!" I answered with great enthusiasm. Know gini sell-out. Why didn't I sell food.

"This is the money.!" Holy Ma'am offered a 100 thousand one tie. "This is panjar, I want his savory rice plus a big big pergedelnya" said the woman softly.

"Oohh yes Mom, I can. Can you." My heart is fast and very enthusiastic. "So what time is my order between tomorrow?" my question is still staring fixed at the wife of our madrasah head.

Holy Ma'am looks wry, like he is introspective. "Tomorrow my husband's birthday."

"Sir Armand Ma'am?" many quick.

"Well, what kind of affair do I have? yes my husband, your principal."

Hehe.

I laughed covering up my embarrassment, for asking a stupid question, asking who was the husband of Holy Mother.

"My husband doesn't like birthday celebrations. So, tomorrow I want a surprise."/Seek the Holy Ma'am with his enthusiasm.

I just found out that Mr. Armand's birthday is tomorrow. Understand it for us teachers, the figure of Mr. Armand, is not too important. Because of his harsh attitude towards the subordinates. But he is still young.

" Eemm.. Will that not be a problem mom? armand doesn't like his birthday to be celebrated." My words were full of prudence to give an idea.

"No, how could he be angry in front of you."

Preeti..

Do not know Holy Ma'am, how the killer of her husband became the leader.

TB