My Teacher's Husband's Id
Part 48 ~ Death Seduction

"Ricky enough!" snarled Azka who had just arrived. The man's eyes widened to see how Ricky tortured Mahesa all out. Feeling his reprimand not heard, Azka then floated a raw bogeman on Ricky's face.

"Anj*ing pain!" lamented Ricky, smashing Mahesa's helpless body. The blood in that bastard's mouth had dirtyed his shirt from Ricky's blind punch.

"Lo kill him is pointless! Which adds to your sins."

"Ka? Lo bear him hm? He dared to touch Keisha! He made my house a mess. He made ...."

"Isn't it you who's getting all messed up?"

"G-go ...."

"This is the importance of when angry it is better to be silent, because the tongue is not boned much sharper than a knife," said Azka right to draw Ricky's small heart.

"If you were in my position ...."

"If I were in your position, I'd kill that bastard for touching mine." Azka again cut off her best friend's words. "But not now, dying too easily is a haven for men who always lower women's self-esteem." Azka flipped her body, leaving the dark basement.

The man came to the headquarters because he got information from one of the members of Avegas, that Ricky met Mahesa.

"Why bring Kara here?" ask the 9-year-old boy who was sitting on the sofa where normally the core of Avegas gathered.

"Nyari friend papah. Let's go home soon" Azka replied. Sit next to his son, Ricky comes out of the basement.

"Hay bro!" greet Ricky, but Angkara only glances.

"How to go home! Mom says Kara can't be naughty!"

"Well, who taught you who's naughty?" asked Azka with a frown.

"Ish papah answered mulu! Ntar Kara is the same mama!" The 9-year-old boy walked out of the two-story house.

"Remember my words, don't kill him!" azka's warning before following her son.

Ricky nodded, picked up a flat object on the table and examined his face reddened by Azka's bogemen.

"There should be blood here" murmured Ricky. The man called one of the Avegas members who happened to pass by about to go to the kitchen.

"Why, Bang?"

"Tonjok me as hard as I can! In here!" pointed at his cheek.

"That Ricky can joke, I want to go to ...."

"Seriously, just keep bleeding."

Ricky stood firm, waiting for the members of Avegas to immediately give him bogemen. He closed his eyes when a hard hand hit his cheek strong enough, instead of angry Ricky even smiled, because getting blood on the corner of his lips.

"Thanks, I'll unplug it!" Ricky ran out of the two-story house. Drove his motorbike above average speed in order to get home quickly.

Ricky stopped in the doorway when he saw his mother watching TV alone, the man covered his mouth with his hands and ran to the room, so Ratna did not see the wound on her lips. When he got to the room, the man removed the cover of his mouth. Directly lying on the lap of Keisha who happened to be watching TV.

"Sir Ricky!" bentak Keisha's.

"It hurts a lot, Kei. I just met Mahesa" Ricky lamented, grimacing as if the wound on his face was very painful.

"Ma-mahesa?"

"Oh yeah, compress yourself. It's also wrong why can't you defend yourself." Keisha immediately stood up, so Ricky's head hit the back of the sofa. Care about? No, the girl left the room instead and did not come back.

"Damn, Kirain will get attention!" grouse Ricky.

"Son, said he hurt your face? Here mamah compress," said Ratna who carries a compress device in her hand.

"Where to?"

"Let's watch below, he said you were hurt by fighting. You should not need a lot of style, use all brawl events! You're old, have a wife and soon have children if for example Keisha is pregnant," said Ratna.

But Ricky doesn't listen, the man is upset that it wasn't Keisha who treated the wounds he deliberately created. How long does Keisha not care about her? Sleep hug each other and give greetings in the morning.

***

If Ricky in the room gets a scolding from his mom, then different from Keisha whose gaze is focused on the TV screen. The girl's attention will be sidetracked if the Imli series of advertisements. To be honest, Keisha told Ratna's mother to treat Ricky's wounds, because she didn't want her husband to be in pain.

It's just that Keisha doesn't want to do it herself, because she's still upset and resentful of her husband.

"Sir Ricky's asleep, Mah? Really sick of it?" ask Keisha after Ratna's mom comes back.

"Well, all right. You don't have to forgive him. Mamah support, as long as not to the stage of separation. But don't you linger with your mama's son?"

"No, Mah. Kei just wants to know what Ricky's struggle is."

"It's so jolly, mamah's daughter-in-law." Ranta hugs Keisha. The middle-aged woman was happy because Keisha always said what was in her heart, so she didn't have to worry about the girl harboring something she shouldn't.

"Darling, how do you watch it here anyway? In the room there is also a TV," said Ricky who came with half-wet hair, a sign that the man had just finished bathing.

"Not comfortable, Iky sir!"

"What's that?" Ricky sits between Keisha and her mom. Wrapped his hands around his wife's waist, but his gaze was fixed on the beautiful woman who gave birth to him into the world. "Do you have no intention of sleeping? It's 10 o'clock."

"You ngusir mamah?" Ratna's eyes were wide open.

"Not riled up, Mah. But care the same about your health. Sleeping late at night is not good for your delicate skin, let alone old," ralat Ricky, made Keisha secretly smile.

After Ratna's mother left in the family room, Ricky again laid his body, resting his head right on the thigh of the wife.

"Give me a mission and a reward. I can't keep checking on Keisha. I was wrong" Ricky said, playing Keisha's straight hair. "For example, we have to climb a coconut tree, if we succeed in our relationship back to kayak first," he continued.

"Reverse to the agreement can't like each other?"

"Ish, that's not it, honey! But our romantic relationship. Have a baby every night, greetings in the morning and more. There are no problems in our home. Kei? Comeon!"

"His hands are conditioned!" keisha's warning as Ricky's hands begin to creep on the back.

"It's really pretty my little wife. Lucky to be able to marry a beautiful angel like Keisha."

"No need!"

"Dec, sorry? I promise I won't make you sad again."

"Sir Ricky, what the hell." Keisha turned her face away, not wanting Ricky to see her red cheeks. "Gaje is so. I'm sleepy!"