My Husband Is My Secret Lover
Yoshi POVs

Yoshi POVs

I'm Yoshi Aricko Luby. People used to call me Ricko or sometimes Ikau. They never called my real name. Even with my friends at school, not many know what my real name is.

I'm 16 years old. I'm still in XI or second grade High School . I'm the only child of the Luby family. My father named Permana Luby a famous Hacker and also a successful Software Entrepreneur.

My life is luxurious. Whatever I want is always easy for me to get. But my life is not the life I want.

My parents were so busy with their world. To make me feel lonely. It's not uncommon for them to leave me alone at home to take care of their business abroad. So successful was my father's career.

Until the software products are also used in several European countries including in the company of the world luxury Cruise Ship.

But my grandfather, Darmawan Luby, understood me very well. Only he accompanies my days at home.

I rarely go out of the house. Because my parents forbid it. Even if I had to get out of the house my father's flagship Bodyguards would escort.

Not infrequently my friends who come to play to my luxurious house, when I want to go out to meet them. Not without reason, my parents really limited my wiggle room.

School is the only place that can free me from my father's bodyguards.

I felt like a normal human being every time I was in school being able to blend freely with my friends was something extraordinary apart from my rigid life.

Dictatorial and flat patterns inevitably shape my flat personality, rarely smiling and laughing.

But my grandfather who loved me so much taught me things I never got from my parents. That's why I loved him more than I loved my parents.

So was my grandfather. I am his favorite grandson because I am the only grandson he has.

My days are so boring, I spend my time playing games and sometimes watching cartoons.

However, my life has felt different since my eyes saw an innocent-faced girl in school.her presence had changed my life so flat.

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That day I was on my way to school and I saw a girl on a motorcycle with her father.

They look very cheerful, with the father constantly teasing her. Makes the girl show an upset face. But it was so funny to me.

The girl looked very ordinary, her slender body, slightly dull skin and the glasses that coiled in her eyes made her look like a cartoon character that I often watch on television.

Unknowingly these eyes wanted to continue to see him.

Until I followed him constantly.

Still on the same day. I saw him with his friend sitting in the park, like he was waiting for something.

Sometimes they laugh at the same time and only then do I realize that laughter is so sweet as to cover up her ordinary appearance.

"Ricko. Let's go!" this is the voice of my friend Dion, who invited me to come home together.

"I think I got picked up, bro." I said to explain that my Bodyguards always pick me up.

"Well, come home with me once, bro." He said a little forcefully.

"Jaudah that way" I said. Actually I still want to stalk that cute girl, Dion really interfered with my mission.

***

Arrive in front of the school gate. Car bodyguards are waiting.

"Eh, you've been waiting for me, bro. How am I going to go back by myself?" ask while scratching his head.

"Gue said what earlier, you came home" said I kicked him out. It really sucks if it wasn't for that I would still have continued my mission earlier.

***

When I got home I saw my grandfather playing golf. Wanted me to approach him to just tell him about today. But I paled my intention because grandfather seemed to enjoy his game so much and I didn't want to bother him.

***

Upstairs where my room is, I lay my body on the bed. My day is always boring.

I finally decided to go to sleep. A face flashed through my mind.

The face of the cute girl with glasses. He looks so close to his father. It's so different from my relationship with my father, and so is my relationship with my mother.

I tried to close my eyes until I fell asleep. I'm really tired of this. My life is like a stuck in a place not forward and not backward.

It's not that I'm not grateful for my current situation but all of this is completely saturating for me.

Soon a whatsapp notification appeared on my phone.

"Bro, what's more, hang out yuk! " here is the content of the chat from Dion but I am lazy to reply. I'm still upset, he already knows how I am but still pretends not to know.

"Bro, I'm there! " He sent another message, which I finally replied to.

"Here it is." The answer to my message for her represents my frustration.

"*O*n the way, Bosque! " reply with him again.said he would be leaving here soon.

To be honest, I actually had quite a number of friends regardless of my social status, but the one that lasted the most was Dion.

It was as if he understood my character. I often ignored her but she stayed my friend.

He never used my status. The other moment showed his disdain for me. It was the opposite . I really feel humanized by him.

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About twenty minutes passed, Dion arrived at my house and entered my room.

He freely breezed into my private place because the guards recognized him so much. And so did my grandfather who had also memorized it.

"Woy, young master, what else?" her broom while laying her body on my goose fur mattress.

I just returned it by looking at his face.

He's busy picking up his cell phone. Actually what the purpose is here, is just to switch places to play mobile phones only.

"Bro, you know it wasn't our class adek candidates saucy tau." He told me about the new kids at school. It made me remember the funny girl I saw.

Finally a crazy idea came to my mind, I would ask Dion for help to look for it and where her class was , considering Dion's father was an influential person in school.

"Eh, In you can help me not, try to find information about the new child in the school earlier," said I asked his help to find a new student admission data information, Because Dion is the son of the principal of my High School. If only looking for student data would not be difficult for him .

"What Bro? I'm not wrong? Try to repeat," he said confirming the seriousness of my request.

"Finding the data of new students at school is complete with class division, please," I said a little begging that he was willing to help me.

"But what is it for? Tumben elo asked for my help." His answer showed an astonished expression.

Because all this time I never asked for his help. Whatever it is, it never really is.