My Ex-husband Lecturer
Chapter 38 The Past

Saturday is a day that for some Indonesians is the right day for a wedding. The girl dressed up as a bride. The marriage was closed, only the family came. Of course, if the school knew the student was married, this girl would have been expelled.

Now that the time I passed was equal to the speed of light, unconsciously me and this little girl were married. Well, I'm a 28-year-old man marrying a little girl who's 10 years behind me.

We live in my house, at Papa's. Our room was separate, I honestly felt we were more like a sister and sister, not like a married couple. At first I thought so. Papa also looks good – is fine with us. 

But I don't feel free. My return hours are set like a child. I can't stand it. Finally Papa allowed me to live in an apartment, but it had to be out of my pocket. Papa underestimated me too much apparently. Let me guess, he doesn't even know how rich I am right now.

I managed to buy a minimalist apartment in the city center, close to the girl's school.she was so happy, at least she would not pretend – pura respect me. Here he acts as if the world belongs to him. 

I just found out how wild this girl is. Home late at night after chatting with friends – friends. His brain flat – flat, until I who had to turn the brain taught him. I wonder why he didn't realize the National Examination was approaching him. His busyness is taking care of – events that I think are not important at all.

If asked, it works meetings and meetings. It's like an adult. The first month, we adjusted to each other. We do live one house but as if we have a world each – each. 

Until I took the initiative to open a gap. I started to get her to communicate with each other and asked her to tell me whatever she was going through at school. Because I studied in psychology, I was so happy to hear his words, his sweet story –, even his occasional annoyance. 

I taught her how to talk in front of a mirror, venting out resentment while soaking in hot water. Even printing a photo of a hated person then using it as much as possible.

“Rian, you never walk – way huh?”

“Pernah”

“Gue always sees you clenching yourself in that room, installing earphones and reading novels.”

“I'm just spinning my brain to innovate again. Little boy won't understand, it's there.”

“You're so formal, Old Man.”

“My life is still 28 years. Basic boy.”

“I'm already big.”

“Tok us to the garden early morning – am, satisfied?”

Her face was clearly plastered. He hugged me at a glance, made all the fur of my romance stand up. I was confused, my heart was beating.

“He's just a kid.”

Tomorrow, I will not have to keep my promise. We decided to bring our own bike. Two hours of travel I spent mourning the streets of a city that was severely jammed. The girl smiled even laughed as I started hitting – strokes of the steering wheel.

“You're glad to see I'm angry –?” I can't stand to see him so happy. He again – again behaves as if the world belongs to him.

“No, you're funny.”

“I'm surprised by you. Are you married to me?” I have wanted to ask him this question for a long time. But I still weigh how she feels.

“Abis you sakep.” Then he said while laughing.

“Basic boy, I better not ask,”.

We got to 10am after almost 1 hour of fighting against traffic jams.

“Yeeee... Can you ride a bike?”

“Do not underestimate me, in school I am an athlete.”

He laughed happily at me. We ride our bikes around all the places. Sometimes I take pictures of our sights and some of our photos. 

I spent my teenage years abroad forgetting that many good – are good in Indonesia. My memories with my mother in this garden are still firmly attached to my mind.

Laughter that girl again – again makes my heart beat fast. What's wrong with me ? I've been like this since yesterday.

“Kak, photo of me here.” She posed in a street near a Chinese house of worship.

“Why now you call me brother?” His face and smile were as clear as water, so natural.

“I just want to know how it sounds. But it doesn't look good. Ahahhah”

We share many stories and events here. Precisely he who always opens his mouth, does not even let it be closed for a second. He kept telling me about his – friends who had been on vacation here, but he couldn't come because he was sick.

At 4pm we moved home. One month is enough for me to understand the state of Jakarta in the afternoon. It was tight and I no longer wanted to be the victim of the traffic jam and become the laughingstock of a boy.

“Why do you often call me a boy anyway. soon I have entered campus, know.”

“Makanya passed the exam first. Don't be lazy, if it's SMA , I just stopped calling you boy.”

“But you are not really teaching.”

“Eh .. I'm the best university graduate. You don't doubt me that dong.”

“Abis you always give me value 40.”

“That's a stupid little us.”

“....”

“Heeh..” Because exhaustion. He answered me as of origin. I parked the car in a diner not far from our apartment. 

This girl ordered some seafood fried rice, then I followed the menu.

The beautiful night was fast, this girl was already covered when our car had entered the parking lot. I had to carry him to the apartment.

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The – days we went through became unusual. Even I feel like we're just like people dating. Different, it turns out the more I know this girl, the more different it all feels. Walking side by side with her made me continue to feel my heart pounding so hard, my romantic feathers shuddered as she pulled my arm, or just hit me from behind. It's not like it's just a pull that French girls may often do.

We are often in awkward situations. I know I'm starting to like it, but it's hard to admit. I have a hard time admitting that I have fallen down to the charm of the 17-year-old girl before me. I want to say it, but I'm afraid that he doesn't feel the same way.

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That day was the worst day in my life history, my dad had a heart attack on his way home from out of town. The papa I know is the one in any situation can stay calm, leave me. 

One of the foreign companies deceived him. I know what Papa regrets is not the money, but a school he pioneered was forced to fall into the hands of others. Papa will calm down if they take good care of him. 

But they instead changed the school into an elite school, where people – rich and issued students – smart students who have no fees to the streets. Papa who with all his ability to convince their parents that the children will be successful people actually ended up on the streets again. 

Papa was so good at hiding this from me, Papa never said his idea was on the verge of collapse. Just like my library was born out of ideas. Papa is the same, the school is a form of his idea and now it is his life.

A few days after Papa's funeral, I locked myself in my room. I didn't go back to the apartment, I can't even know who I am now. 

I love Papa so much, and his reputation falling on the hard work he's built makes it hard to think. I just keep falling at a point where life is so miserable.

At 12pm, the girl called me. He asked if I was not better. He asked me to come home to change the mood, the house would make me remember my dad followed him, I said I was going home in the morning. It's been too late and I'm tired.

I kept my promise, the next morning I went home. My body is shabby, he comes to me. The body is cold, hot. It's all like fused together. He put me to bed in my room and made me some soup. He was intending to skip today, but I forbid it.

“Not today there IS TO, if you skip, you can not measure your ability.”

“But I'm worried about you.”

“I know. I'm not a kid anymore. I can eat my own soup, that's rest. Most tomorrow also recover.”

“Do not go where it used to be, if later what happens - what say I.”

“Iya” She changes clothes quickly. I know he's about 10 minutes late. I told him to take a taxi.

At home, I just sleep and rest. To be honest I wasn't strong even to pick up a spoon in a bowl. But I forced myself. If he knew I hadn't spent it, he would have been very angry.

At 1 pm, I heard him enter the apartment. I did not sleep from earlier, but it looks like my heat has gone down because of taking the medicine he gave. I felt his hand touch my forehead, my eyes closed at that moment. And I felt his lips kiss my forehead. My heart is warm, as if there is a cool for an arid heart.

“Where is the test?” He was surprised, then suddenly awkward. I smile.

“It's not good. Difficult because. I'm confused.”

“If I am healed. I'll teach you.”

“Makanya cepet cured.” She smiled sweetly at me.

In about 2 weeks, the girl's National Examination will begin. All the preparations are pretty good. His friend also came to study with me. I claim to be the tutoring teacher of this girl. Everything went pretty well until the week leading up to the exam. I told him to stop studying and relax. Preparation is done, now all it takes is mental preparation. Not much we did, I could only take her – way and eat out.

One night, he came home late. I asked her about her busyness. But I feel like he didn't answer me honestly. Tomorrow, he leaves early in the morning. I'm confused, it should be a few days before the exam he's off. I snorted and followed him. He's headed for the park.

There he met a man – men. Not his age I think, maybe already in college or an internship. They walked into a shop and talked about something. The – men embrace his shoulders and laugh together. It turns out they are choosing clothes. I feel something is strange. The girl was so happy with him. Soon a couple came again. And they do the same thing. There I feel so jealous.

At home, when he came home I immediately asked him.

“Where are you out of?”

“I to friend's house.”

“Female?”

“Sure aja.”

“I just saw you with a boy. His age is far from you. You're not lying anymore, are you?” I still casually held my novel. He nodded, but then casually entered his room.

“I'm not done talking.”

“Tersubscribe.”

“Why arrive – arrive you like this?”

“Nevent arrived – arrived.”

“What did not arrive – arrived ? A few days ago you were still good with me.”

“...” There was no sound from his room. Bored, I chose to go back to my room and reflect on the incident earlier. I find it hard to think even until the next morning. The girl has already left again early morning – once in the morning.