My Teacher
The MT part 36

Is this word called the expression of love? Nope, no!

Endi said it by gathering courage.

Nessa looked at the attached Endi while diving into the pitch-black eyeball. Nessa can see the honesty and seriousness implied through her eyeballs.

Their distance is far enough. Nessa sat on the bed while Endi sat on the sofa adjacent to the balcony.

"Nessa?"

"Ah yes, sir?" the girl flinched.

"You hear what I'm talking about?" ask Endi.

Nessa just nodded without saying a word.

Endi's eyebrows shot up next while looking at Nessa clingy.

"Nessa willing. Can you lead Nessa down His path?" said the girl after a long silence.

Endi did not answer, but moved from his place and walked towards the empty left mattress.

As Endi approached, Nessa was immediately stricken with nervousness. You know, the girl was nervous right now, her heart beating 10 times, like someone just finished a marathon. Without saying a word, he immediately ran towards the bathroom. In addition to calming her heartbeat, Nessa also wants to clean herself at once, such as washing her feet, brushing her teeth, as well as taking ablution.

Endi who felt abandoned just smiled a flash and began to climb up the mattress. While waiting for the arrival of his wife, the man preferred to observe the contents of Nessa's room because previously he only saw a glimpse. Neat rooms are bright with white cloud-style sky.

Nessa who had started to calm down and finished cleaning herself straight out of the bathroom. He stood in front of the bathroom when he saw Endi who had occupied his place.

Feeling Nessa had already come out, the man glanced over as his hand slapped the empty mattress softly next to her.

Nessa's footsteps hesitated, slowly approaching and began to fill the empty mattress by Endi's side. Nessa's position was on the outskirts to make a distance in the middle of them that if filled two more people would fit.

"Here!"

Nessa glanced, looking at Endi who was coding her to shift. Pillow bolsters that were originally in the middle, are now somehow lost to where. Nessa doesn't know that.

Suddenly the man caught Nessa's hand and grabbed her. It immediately makes Nessa as if electrocuted thousands of volts. The heart beat fast along with him who was staring at that black eyeball.

"This hand is the hand that I will always hold in any condition."

Nessa fell silent, moved at once.

"This hand is the hand that will always give me tenderness and peace."

"From the moment we met. I have admired you. Simple girl and her kindness. When everyone chided me, you were the first to see me."

"And I also asked our two men to hasten this marriage. You know?"

When Nessa's eyes grew, she tried to pull the hand of Endi who continued to hold her hand. The girl was disappointed, her dreams and youth could not be like other young people. Nessa's time is limited.

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared. Our closeness without halal status will lead to slander and maksiat."

"Please don't hate our parents. You can hate me. I don't want to buy time, the sooner it's better not to make a fuss over the whisper of the devil."

"Let me occupy your heart, Nessa."

Nessa is a little withered. However, what Endi said has a point.

Nessa is the luckiest girl in the world. Being loved by the man who is now her husband is truly the most beautiful gift.

"I know that my style of speech is too formal because it may be used. So, from now on I will learn to change it all so that you are comfortable if you are close to me."

"Taught me to be a good husband to you. Ana uhibbuka please."

Nessa's eyes were already glazed upon hearing Endi's words from beginning to end. It was so simple and it was able to make his heart touched.

"Don't cry, your cry is the sorrow of my life."

At that time Nessa's tears immediately poured out with her head lowered.

Endi who realized it immediately took off his hand and began to raise Nessa's face using his left hand. You can see the tears that flow on his wife's cheeks. Not tears of sadness, but tears of sorrow.

"Nessa will try to be a good wife for you." replied Nessa with a hoarse voice.

Endi shook his head. "Mr? I am not your father, especially your teacher. It's at home, and now I'm your husband. Remember that!"

Nessa looked at Endi's face with a confused look. "Trus Nessa called what?"

"What aja, as long as not Father. I'm not that old."

"Father is old. I'm 26, and Nessa is 18 yet." replied Nessa with honesty.

The man only scratched his brows which did not itch. Really honest. His inner.

"Ang? Aa? The sister? Mas's? Kang meatballs yes." Nessa chuckles a little.

He was silent for a moment, as if thinking. "That's better. I like to hear it, try to repeat!" pinta the man.

"Did?"

"Not."

"Did you?"

"Mass?"

Endi just nodded with his smile.

"M-mas?"

"Yes, Deck?"

Nessa's heart is like a marathon. She's ashamed. Shame, shame, and shame. Mas's? New call? All right, we'll try later. What's wrong anyway?

Nessa's face was already blushing in shame. However, he did cover it, but still could not because his face was clearly plastered.

"Sir."

"Mmmm!" Endi hung up while shaking his head so that Nessa realized.

"sorry. Say'me, that!" Nessa's Letters.

"My" replied Endi stuttering.

"Me!" nessa said again.

"I-i."

"Me!"

"I." Now the third experiment was new Endi felt successful. However, his tongue still felt sprained.

Nessa smiles.

The two were silent for a moment while staring, then chuckled together. Only simple things can make them happy.

The two chatted late into the night. The conscious Endi, immediately stopped their chatter.

"It's late, sleeping huh? Tomorrow can be continued again."

Nessa nodded. He pulled the thick blanket that was at the end of his foot. So is Endi, because they wear the same blanket. Without a barrier that is the existence of bolsters in the middle.

The man got up from his sleep and brought himself closer to Nessa. Suddenly the man landed a kiss on Nessa's forehead, causing the girl to reflexively close her eyes.

In any case, the simple thing must be applied. Doing simple things that are fairly romantic is highly recommended.

Charity worship. Like the Prophet who always applies romantically to his wives.

Their first night, they spent it exchanging stories. Communicating, eroding the distance between them. There is a tomorrow that can be better.