My husband is my teacher
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Time pass.

Afriadi late this busy taking care of students who exams nationally, not students in school alone but from outside schools that ride exams.

Sometimes Afriadi can go home until the afternoon, because the number of students whose exams will be divided by Persip.

Fortunately, just how many days, after that Afriadi can go home as usual.

After the farewell event after 2 weeks of national exams.

Latika was present at the farewell event.

His clothes are in harmony with Afriadi. Moka-colored dress decorated with beautiful embroidery matches the moka-colored Afriadi suit with black sais, black pants and shoes of course black color as well.

The mouths of the new students gaped wide when they saw Afriadi holding Latika. The 10th grade student hardly knew that Afriadi was married.

The envy in the hearts of the students.

After the farewell day.

How many weeks later the 10th and 11th grades carry out the final semester exam.

Afriadi was a little tired he had to correct the student's answer, fortunately Latika helped correction at home Afriadi a little helped.

After the test, it was time for holidays.

This holiday Afriadi not far away bring Latika road. He took Latika to the hometown of Bik Ipah and Mang Juneb.

Bik Ipah, Sari, and Mang Juneb are also on vacation together. Samsul's house is guarded.

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"Ha, these non-palm plantations all belong to non husbands," pointed Bik Ipah out the car window.

Latika is literate to see the oil palm plantation that Bik Ipah refers to, how not surprised on this side of the road along this road belongs to Afriadi.

It didn't get there.

Latika was even more astonished when she saw the vast rice fields with the farmers once as workers.

Latika glanced at Afriadi.

'SULTAN' said that which was imagined in his mind.

AAA!!!

His mind seemed to scream and realized that he was married to the sultan. During this time Latika thought she was only married to a rich man as usual, but in fact she married the sultan.

Continue the journey to a private house close to the homes of other residents. Every car Afriadi passed by the villagers they always gave greetings a big smile greeting Afriadi, who was greeted to return a smile. They were shocked that Afriadi smiled at him, usually not like this.

Arriving at home, Latika again made dumbfounded with this house. How not to be surprised, this house is a stilt house that uses a tall stick like a Riau traditional house.

Latika was amazed to say, looking up at the high roof of the house.

"Soak yuk Dek," asked Afriadi to withdraw Latika's hand.

"This is the house of papa and mama while living in the village first, if you have school holidays you are often invited here... This house is designed custom home cake, because parents like to sit in traditional houses. If sitting at home kayak gini feels like old times again..." Afriadi explained at length while showing the room and rooms.

"Groomed," muttered Latika, poking the wall and there was no dust there.

"Perhaps the house is always cleaned. This house must be cared for, many memories of you with your parents here." Afriadi's steps stalled in a large Poto, looking at photos of Afriadi's family.

Latika stood next to Afriadi looking at her family photo.

"Abang the Malays?"

Afriadi smiled, "What's up? No way Banjar, right?" He pokes Latika's nose.

Latika puffed her cheeks. Afriadi increasingly became pinching Latika's cheeks, gnawing.

"Where is Bik Ipah's house?" ask Latika again.

"Bik Ipah's house isn't far from here." Afriadi stepped open the window, "Tu, looks like the roof of Bik Ipah's house." Afriadi pointed to the house of Bik Ipah.

"Are you not tired? Rest first, later in the afternoon to the house of Bik Ipah," said Afriadi.

Latika. Instead of going to Latika's room instead down to the kitchen, want to cook rec who would have thought he met a maid who was chopping vegetables.

Latika helped while getting to know him.