My husband is my teacher
Viral 3's

Morning braiding.

As usual Latika went to school.

Today is special, Afriadi is not at home. Said Bik Ipah he had left from 2 pm last night picked up his friend, he said take care of something.

Latika is very bodo, do not want to know where he is going? What the hell is he doing? What's he taking care of? It was his own life.

"Oi, Latika cheerfully very. Early in the morning I was alone." Kodir reprimanded Latika, he had seen Latika cengar-cengar himself coming down from the motor entrance through the gate, past him.

"Why did you hear yourself earlier? From far away I see." Latika stopped her steps, staring at Kodir who was sitting there.

"Oh that. See the viral video again. It's good to hear the news." Kodir answered.

"Ep... Viral video." Latika approached Kodir, "Where is the video?."

Kodir shows the video, gives his phone to Latika, Latika beucap heart surprised to see the video, he did not quote in the slightest, he said, his eyes continued to focus on the video that contained the apologies of the witnesses and Mr. Hansip who had accused them of adultery and apology had dragged the Ayyuniyah High School school in their video which they spread. Kodir who wanted to take his pinsel was always held Latika, repeatedly Latika played the video, her eyes were red-glazed.

"Ouch.. What's with this kid, so sad to see that video so sad follow along too." Kodir exclaimed in his heart, his eyes were teary and sad just wait for him again.

"Thou art great, O God." Latika's heart trembled exclaiming. The truth has been revealed, it feels airy Latika's chest, a burden that makes her claustrophobic because the incident is gone. I don't feel Latika's tears dripping. Kodir wiped his tears that accidentally spilled.

As Afriadi's thoughts flashed, he had been busy receiving calls recently and returned home for the night, "Did he do it?" latika's heart wondered.

TAPS...

Kodir patted Latika on the shoulder to sever Latika's daydreams to break Latika's daydream.

Uh... Latika consciously wiped her tears.

"Think once," said Mr. Kodir.

"Content Sir. This is good news for those accused, imagine how devastated they feel, until their lives must change because of the accusation." Latika's voice sounded trembling in Kodir's ear.

"Huh, that's. Not boned but difficult to control, that is the name of the tongue. It's hard to control sometimes because our tongue can hurt someone. I'm glad the truth has been revealed, our school is not in ugly anymore by the community, and the teachers at this School are not accused of being non-existent. Perhaps the couple was also happy to hear this news, they did not hide themselves anymore. May their lives peacefully mawadah warahmah to the posterity." words of wisdom Kodir out Latika was touched to hear the word Kodir let alone his prayer.

Latika's heart guarantees Kodir's do'a.

"Do not be sad anymore, for whatever is sad. Not that the truth has been revealed, the couple must be happy even though the beginning is awkward. Why are you sad, not your partner." Kodir took his phone out of Latika's hand, wiping off a drop of Latika's falling tear from the screen, "Have entered Class again, the bell is coming in soon."

Latika immediately left Kodir for class.

Maddened... Arriving in the Class all the class residents were busy talking about the video, until the groups saw the video kayak doing group tasks only.

"Oi, Latina. Have you seen the viral video?" asked Hadi, approaching Latika, sitting at the table.

"Here you go with Mr. Kodir." Latika replied opening her bag, taking out a study tool.

"Today's busy, isn't it?." Hadi picked up Latika's notebook looking through the contents of the book.

"Why?." Latika asked back.

"Just ask." Hadi replied casually.

"Not really, even a lot of free time" Latika said.

"Oh, then I go to Kost, yes?" said Hadi.

"Egh... Hadi's going to Kost, not that I'm not there anymore. If I bring it home... Alama, die I can dismantle everything." Latika's heart cried out in panic.

"We've been training for a long time no dance practice, the movement becomes stiff. Later, I take Sahril," said Hadi.

"Yes yes, we haven't practiced for a long time. But, my hostel is narrow how about in your house," Latika suggested.

"Just right... Justjust fine... Justjust fine..." Latika exclaimed in heart.

"Fail too, Miss Kost will be angry. Well, we'll just practice at my house as usual." Hadi agreed with Latika's proposal.

"Alhamdulillah, congratulations." Latika's heart was relieved, stopping the breath caressing the chest.

Not only here the frenetic, but the mothers out there also discuss the video a lot, like a group of housewives is again gathered in a vegetable cart while choosing vegetables. Yes, the vegetable maker is just happy as long as the trade is in demand.

"Eh... Mothers on the know no, the viral video that some time ago was there again," said one of the mothers, his lips covered in a red lipstick, fat-bodied curly hair unraveled, his hands swayed showing off jewelry, he was often called salamah in his neighborhood.

"Deeyahh.. What else is there?" said his next-door mothers, thin-bodied mouth along in style.

"Yes, ma'am there's more. Even viral again," said Salamah's mother.

"It wasn't yesterday that there was clarity." Mamamg the vegetable lift talk megosip.

"Oh, no. This time... This time.." the words of Miss Salamah interrupted the curiosity of the other mothers.

"What is this time?" attacked the mothers in unison.

"Oh, it's hard to explain. Look at it for yourself." Salamah's mother saw the video to Mamang the vegetable and the mothers who were there.

"Oooooo-o... It's crazy that people give false testimony."

"That bill."

"Eh... Don't believe it either, lest this man be paid to clear his good name."

"He'eh, yeah."

"Numbers of the rich."

The mothers said they were talking to each other.

"So very yes, if you are guilty just don't plead not guilty to the extent. E'eee.. My hustle was made," growled Bu Salamah ruffled vegetables, but was stopped by Mamang, "Eee... Don't have my vegetables ruffled too Mom. My vegetables are not wrong."

Over time the Mamang wagon more and more visited by mothers who are interested in participating in the warm gossip.

"Hadeh, many are also today. Thank God, sweet sell." Mamang's heart was happy to see more and more mothers approaching his wagon.

Minutes pass.

The sun is rising, the heat is stinging the scalp.

After the mothers are satisfied gossip.

"Oh, it's like this. Not cooking yet," said the mothers next to Salamah's mother, "Yes, I want to leave home, want to cook for husband and child." the mothers left the wagon wares Mamang.

"Don't buy the vegetables Ma'am?!." the Mamang yelled at the mother, who was yelled back with a shout as well, "No vegetable mange last night is still there."

The Mamang nodded, 'No problem missing one, there are many more mothers who are still here' thought the Mamang.

"Gee, my laundry hasn't been dried yet, I went home first, ladies."

"If so I go home too, it's already noon today."

"I haven't cooked for my husband yet."

"Go home yuk."

"Yuk... Yuk.." - Yuk..."

Disperse one disperse all.

Mamang's mouth was only wide open to see mothers disperse and buy vegetables, "Oi, Mom... The vegetables aren't bought by Mom!!!."

"Egak Mang, my son does not like to eat vegetables, the vegetables are also damaged next time yes mang!," one of the mothers answered running into the house.

Ms. Salamah quickly moved away from the Mamang, as if she knew that the Mamang would be angry, because from then the merchandise was ruffled and not bought.

"GOD, SO JUST GATHERED HERE JUST A CRUSH OF GOSSIP, THE TRADE WAS MESSED UP, MONEY CANNOT, TIME WASTED, SIN DATAP, RUGIIIIII-RUGIII..!!!," cried annoyed Mamang, cried OUT, tidying up the wares that were ruffled by the mothers, smashing them hard, "JUST ANSWER A LITTLE BUUUUU!!! HEEEE'EEE... IF I KNEW KAYAK GINI, I'D BETTER GO SOMEWHERE ELSE."

Patience to Mang, ordeal ;-).