The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 11

Ghea squirms and opens her eyes in a slow motion. On a soft bed. The body was plain and only wrapped in a thick, hairy blanket. In Gery—suami's room. Which now also became his room.

Recall of her who could have teased Gery at the dinner table.

O God.

He was ashamed of himself. His face was red and could not help but bite his lower lip. That was too much fun. And adorable. Teasing is not his forte. But last night .. errr .. Ghea couldn't imagine it anymore. How, so delicious touch by touch that Gery gave.

Then Ghea woke up. Holding the end of the blanket on his chest. His sense of smell was so sharp that his face quickly turned to the nightstand beside the bed. There was a tray full of breakfast. A cheese-coated toast and a glass of orange juice. Eum was so delicious and teased his stomach. Just as tempting as the one who made breakfast. Of course, Ghea is convinced that Gery made it. Surely he is.

Ghea dropped the naked foot to then take the bathrobe which seemed to have also been provided by the husband. On the back of a long sofa. Which is where the long sofa is placed next to the bed. Just a few steps away.

Her lips were itching if she didn't smile. Oh her husband is besides charming, he is the man of her dreams women.

Given that, it was obvious that Ghea was pouting. Don't like. Then the shadow as Gery pulled the waist of another woman set herself on fire.

Damnit.

She ran her eyes over the nightstand. Next to his phonene hand tray rang. As she stepped, Ghea concluded the bathrobe rope that had opened her body perfectly.

“Mas.”

“Where is his sleep?”

Ghea sensually bites her lips. His memory is back on the dining table. “Yes.” The lips are smiling. Ghea would answer that. Does he have any other answers besides that?

"Hope is eaten yet?”

Ghea glanced at the tray. “Not yet. I just woke up. This is you making?” Ghea stood her body on the mattress with no eyes switched from the tray.

“Iya. Who do you think made it?”

“You.” Ghea could hear an amused little laugh at the end of there. “kamu why not wake me up? Shame on me to wake up in the afternoon. What does Mama.” say

“Mama will understand if you took soy last night.”

Apparently Ghea was reminded again. His cheeks this time were not hot, but were already on fire. Then bit his lips back to hold the pounding heart that was increasingly not at ease beating. Damnit. Fortunately, Gery was not there beside him. If not, he will laugh at it.

We have been together for a long time. Why are you always like this?

Thumped.

“Iya. But it is shameful. If at home alone would not papa would not wake up all day as well.”

“Iya deh yes.”

“Yes, I want to eat breakfast that my husband made first. Drug.”

“OK. Don't kiss me first?”

Another naughty temptation. "No!"

"Sir papa. I stole it from you this morning."

Ghea touched her lips. “Ih, Mas Gery.”

“Iya. I love you too.”

It felt like Ghea wanted to curse mischievously at this man. “Basic!” Then in the face of the darkened screen with a smile that seemed like Ghea could not stop.

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Gery turned his large chair made of soft leather from facing the large glass back around on the rectangular table. A branded, silver-colored laptop was before him. He opened the sophisticated object to then dissolve in seconds.

With a faint pull on lips that are thick and natural red. His fingers and eyes remained focused at one point. The screen in front of him.

Oh Ghea …

The name is always disturbing.

TOK TOK TOK

A woman came in after she pushed the door from the outside. His body looks nervous. Black span skirt over knee. Short sleeve planel shirt with top two buttons opened. The sheep is neatly puffed. Holding a small black book. The company logo in the front volume of the book with a tight grip on its belly. The woman's feet stepped without a sound.

Gery's face looked up. His attenuation certainly turned to the woman standing trembling in front of his desk. “Yes, Arini. How?” Gery asked. Keep your elbows on the desk, then bring your index finger to keep it in the middle of your lips.

“Eum .. that, sorry, Mas—eh, Sir. I. ... asked Mr. Adi to tell your schedule in the next few hours,” he said. Nervous. Quailed. And ... shame.

Don't get me wrong about the shame Arini felt. He was embarrassed because it was his first experience. Working in a large company and being a secretary does not exist in the delusion of his life.

Previously Arini could only think of working peacefully. Without any interference from the men — yes just say striped nose man. Which seems to make itself a delicious prey for them to eat.

Arini did not have to blame the men. Just blame her for working in a non-normal place like a nightclub for the age of a girl like her who is fairly young. Probably two years younger than Gery.

Em is now 30 years old and Arini is 28.

Okay. Age is not really young. But like more on the ravishing to be seen by the eyes of the basket of men. Especially with Arini who has a professional body like a catwalk model. Sleeker. Beautiful face. Round and large black eyes.Black hair, beautiful, straight with bangs covering the forehead. Perfect right?

But Arini knows, finding work in a big city like Jakarta is too difficult. So with the circumstances forced and urgent, Arini received a job offer — damn just say it like that because Arini, honestly, does not like— from one of his friends.

And now Arini is a secretary. Like a dream indeed. So it is not wrong if he is now feeling an overwhelming nervousness inside.

“Oke.” Gery stays Gery. A cold, indifferent and eumm what else is the proper name for him. The exception for Ghea is of course what she always gives a sweet, naughty and romantic attitude.

That attitude is not for anyone else. Especially for another woman.

Gery dropped his elbow off the table. With without looking towards Arini —which still stands—

Gery continued to dance his long fingers over the laptop keyboard.

Arini. Exhaled first his breath was violently through the mouth. He opened a small black book with a logo that he had previously obtained from Adi. Gery did not not not know if the figure of the woman in front of him was nervous. Eum is afraid of being wrong. But Gery tries to be indifferent so that Arini does not get nervous.

“An hour you have a special interview from the campus of Trisakti University,” said Arini. At first glance, he looked at Gery who was still flinching behind his eyelashes.

“Oke.” The head nodded. “What else, Rin?”

Arini bit her lower lip. “Em .. nothing like it, sir. Maybe for eight o'clock tonight. You have an invitation from Bu Novi.” Arini read the note written on the black book. “Guru SMA Garuda. She's having her wedding reception.” Arini lifted her face after closing her boss's notebook.

“OK. Anything else, Arini?”

Arini's head shook his head should Gery not look at her. “Nothing, Sir.”

Ah, it seems that now his tongue is smoothly calling Gery with what he should be. No more sprains.

“Hemm.” He just mumbled.

“Eumm .. sorry, Sir,” said Arini. A little afraid to reveal what he will reveal.

“Yes. Why, Rin? Is there a lagging schedule that you haven't said?” Nowow. Different from earlier. Gery's eyes looked at Arini who was like she was in a state of disrepair. The two elbows were kept on the table with fists held in front of the mouth. Gery could see from the woman's red eyes. His face is grim

and there's a puddle that might soon spill.

Gery looked at him with pity. Know exactly what problems Arini is facing. And that's why Gery offered her a job as a secretary. Well, it doesn't need to be said at the moment. Because it's not time yet.

“Dia ..” sounds doubtful from Arini's voice.

Gery's mouth was silent. Waiting patiently for what this woman will say next. The man's gaze intensely stared at the sad face in front of him. Pity and pity.

“He wants to meet me. She can't believe what I said the other day.” Exhaled Arini's breath was heavy and coarse.

Gery speechless. Thinks. “When?” And unexpectedly he asked so making Arini spontaneously look at him in disbelief.

“Later afternoon. Five o'clock. The Raffles Hotel.”

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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