The Married With Teacher
Thumping and Beach

...I always wanted to feel my heart beating like this. Because it's too exciting just to feel....

...Ghea Virgirpa...

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Ghea and Mr. Gery should be walking in unison. Linking fingers and sinking in the romance of love that has only been established for a few months. While tracing the beach with the pounding of big waves and strong wind. Or even play sand. Make a palace or paint their names in the sand that will end up in sea water and then write it again.

Not only ended up with Ghea who just sat on a bench of rattan longhand right himself who was sheltered under a big tree with shady leaves. Mr. Gery knelt in front of him. Not the kind of kneeling you expect to be. Mr. Gery was treating Ghea's injured knee because earlier when he was about to cross in the parking lot of a motorcycle with a sudden graze. Causing Ghea's body to fall on the asphalt road.

The one Mr. Gery sialkan. Why didn't he just pull the rider. Hit him hard because he had dared to make part of his girl's body hurt. Intentional or not.

"Is this really papa?" The question was the fifth time it might be said from the mouth of Mr. Gery whose answer Ghea always gave with the same sentence. "No papa, Mom."

Because Ghea refused to be taken to the hospital.

"I'm afraid this loh" said Mr. Gery while sticking plaster on his left knee. Covering his lucky wound is not that much. But it can not be denied also if Ghea's legs feel sprained. The girl didn't want this afternoon date to fail.

"I'm happy I'm with you." Ghea tidied Mr. Gery's hair that fell on his forehead. "Sir papa. I said it."

Mr. Gery's head nodded. It felt free to also force Ghea to go to the hospital. "Jude." Still kneeling in front of the girl.

Ghea pulled her lips to smile, before her gaze found the pair of lovers who were still wearing her gray white uniform walking hand in hand. Looks so friendly in Ghea's eyes. Sometimes the couple chased each other on the beach side.

"Is it really like running around?" Her speech. Still with the eyes fixed on the pair of lovers.

Then Mr. Gery followed Ghea's line of sight. Silent for a moment enjoying the clear view was so soothing to the eyes.

"Should we enjoy this, huh, Mas?" Mr. Gery's gaze turned back to look at Ghea's bending face. Pouty. "sorry. I can only sit like this because my legs are still a little sore for the road."

Mr. Gery's wiggly finger grabbed Ghea's chin to direct his eyes to look at her. "Kok so pouting gini anyway his face? No papa just diem sitting gini too. It matters both."

Right now Ghea feels really lucky to have a husband like Mr. Gery who is so understanding. "But it's like playing water, huh, Mas? I want the truth." Because honestly, Ghea very rarely play to the beach. Or more precisely once a year. So this is the purpose of Ghea why this afternoon after school Ghea invited Mr. Gery on a date to the beach. Just to enjoy playing with water. But who would have expected the disaster to come?

"Don't play water. Get your uniform wet. Don't bring a change of clothes, do you?" At once Ghea's heart melted. He was half annoyed. But what Gery said was right. Want to go home with how the girl is if the uniform gets wet?

"Walk, how?"

Mr Gery wasn't wrong? Do you know if Ghea's leg hurts? Why take him for a walk?

"You must be .. but …"

Ghea gasped as in her kneeling Mr. Gery twisted her body. He gave his straight back to Ghea. "Sheeled. Wanna don't?"

Of course Ghea wants to. Rarely did Mr Gery offer him this kind of thing?

"What are you really, Mom? Embarrassed. Not ah." Ghea patted Mr. Gery on the shoulder with an unbelief. Before again both his hands were pulled Gery Sir to circle around his neck. Then his body floated with Mr. Gery who was actually holding him.

Ghea jerks. Bummer. Along with the soft pangs while saying a word of shame with a soft right in the ears of the man who has stepped his feet into the middle of the breadth of the beach side.

Mr. Gery carried it.

Take a leisurely walk with both hands supporting Ghea's body on her back. Mr. Gery enjoyed the moment with a feeling that could not be explained by a strand of words or even language. It's too heavily inflated the chest cavity.

"Durunin, Mom. Embarrassed by so many people," pinta Ghea quietly. His gaze circulated because of the many pairs of eyes catching towards him. But Mr. Gery doesn't care about that.

"Sir papa. Let them be envious." It's just saying it like that. It was as if the world was just the two of them.

Ghea chuckled increasingly tightened the embrace of both hands on her neck. Along with his chin that he kept on the right shoulder of Mr. Gery with the cheeks of the two who touched each other.

"Mas." Ghea called.

Mr. Gery's steps continue to walk casually. Combing the beach side. "Why?"

In his steps Mr. Gery frowned. "Make?"

Ghea's chin shifted from the one he initially kept on Mr. Gery's right shoulder now propped up on his left shoulder. "Create a whirlwind that's always crazy when I'm with you again." Ghea chuckled in her own words. "It's always weird and always happy. Thanks to ya." Then on the left cheek for a long time.

"Thank you always make my cheeks tingle because I keep smiling." Ghea then continued.

It was not just Ghea who felt her heart always pounding. Mr. Gery is the same. He has always felt that way since the first time he saw Ghea in the cinema last time. At that time Mr. Gery who had just returned from abroad a few days.

By the way about that Ghea doesn't know yet, yeah. If the real Mr. Gery deliberately approached Ghea when he saw the legs of the girl who stepped on the banana peel. As fast as Mr. Gery's eyes winked, as soon as he did not want Ghea's body to fall on the floor. So what he did was to be a crutch for his body until a piercing happened.

If you remember it makes Mr. Gery smile amusedly.

"Why?" This time Ghea who asked because she saw the lips of Mr. Gery who was interested wide.

"I am too."

"Huh?" That instant Ghea muttered as she did not understand what 'also' Mr. Gery meant.

"Always feel thumping if it's the same with you. Especially at night."

Lali both chuckled with Ghea who was still Mr. Gery carrying. And Mr. Gery's step that doesn't stop combing every side of the beach. Occasionally the guy kicked the sand until it was half-studded into the air. Until it did not feel the twilight sky had started to turn black.

Let both of them feel the same debate at this time until later God will give him a trial with the reason God wants Ghea and Mr. Gery always remain patient. Because life does not escape from all that, right?

Until Mr. Gery put his car through the gate of the towering house. Then the eyes of the two gasped as they found two people who seemed to be waiting for his arrival.

"Wisshhh .. pantes long I wait. Apparently it's the same Ghea." Serobot Ilham as the owner of the house got out of the car. "Hi, Ghe." Then say hello to the girl who walked with the help of Mr. Gery who held both shoulders.

"Hi too." Smiling kindly, Ghea greeted back. But his face was a little awkward as he saw who had come with Ilham.

"Did you take him to my house?" As he asked Ilham with a stern look, Mr. Gery sat Ghea in a chair located at the corner of the entrance.

"Sans first, Bro!" Ilham's hand touched Gery's left shoulder. "What permission do we have to enter first?"

"No!"

Because it could be illegal for him to set foot into his house.

Inspiration felt bad for the person standing next to him. It is clear from Ilham who turned to him after the word rejection from Mr. Gery.

"Lo take her away from here now, or am I gonna force her rudely?"

"Mas." Ghea reproving.

"Hour." Mr. Gery breathed his heavy breath. "Now!" Press it because it does not want Mr. Gery to vent his anger that always reaches the crown when he sees the face of Dita who is now right standing in front of him.

...TBC...

Hi I say hello.

Good afternoon by night?

Just want to ask for something?

If I may, then,

May I ask for your positive comments that always make me excited? because I again want to read the comments that always make me feel pounding when reading your comments.

Seizies

The amateur typing kang who hopefully you feel a great debate when reading this part. Komen and like's. ILY