The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 12

“Gimana, Ger—“ Papa Dika sits on the main seat of the long table with eight seats on each side. Surrounding a long dark brown table made of teak wood, it seems. He leaned Papa Dika back on the back of the chair casually. Look at the boy sitting across the chair.

“What's the point, Pa?" gery asked with a look that could not be separated from the Papa. With both hands he kept on the table. Interlinked.

“Pak Wira Adiguna.”

Gery was silent for a moment. To find a diction that matches the name that his father mentioned. “Eum ..” The guy looks thinking. “Amazing.” Yes one proper word for Mr. Wira Adiguna.

Papa Dika scrunched his forehead. Tilting the head on one side.

“Sosites that can be invited to work together. Maybe.”

“Of course." Enforced Papa On his back. Keep both elbows on the table with the index finger on the chin. Swiped it.

“Papa has known Om Wira for a long time?” ask Gery. Little curious. Because that guy doesn't know about that guy at all. It's just her face ... oh who is she?

Gery's brain seemed unable to remember him.

“Two years," he replied a little unsure. “She lives in Germany now this.”

Gery moved his head up and down. “Yes. He also said that.”

“His company is also taken care of by his son.” Papa Dika continued.

“Nandan Lesmana?”

Papa Dika nodded. Assented. “You know?”

Gery shook his head. Sure didn't. “Ngak. Om Wira yesterday who said.”

This is a random chat with him and the Papa who rarely take the time like this. He wants Papa to be busy.

So busy forgetting the situation.

“Eum, he said Om Wira had a daughter. Papa know?”

“Yes. But he's coming with his mother. If Papa did not hear wrong, Mr. Wira and his ex-wife were separated when his daughter was 15 years old.”

“Continue, Nandan? Is he the son of Om Wira's new wife? Or still from his ex-wife?”

“Yes. Nandan son of Pak Wira from his second wife.”

It's hard for Gery to digest all this. His heart is at war. Want to know more about this. Ah that's not what it means. Wrong if yesterday Gery said the bodo period and did not want to know about Mr. Wira. But, in fact, it's not. His instincts seemed to want to find out more about that figure and his family. The God within him was like fighting with himself. God fucking. Just this time he felt overwhelmed by the lives of others.

“Keep why now Om Wira does not live in Jakarta, Pa?”

Of course Papa Dika frowned. This time the wrinkles looked very deep. “You're looking for more info about Mr Wira? What's up?” The question finally came out of Papa's mouth.

Gery's body stiffened in sitting. He's restless. But he also could not lie with this Papa. One thing Gery avoided from her life. Yes, just say a principle. Lying to an old man is tantamount to digging up his own death.

What about Ghea?

Oh, that guy lied once, of course. And it ends in chaos. Ghea's threat wanted to leave her.

And for now how?

Gery's frustrated. He wants to be honest of course. But—

Oh My God's. Which demon is now ruling over him?

Oh Ghea, I'm sorry for hiding something from you.

Gery's growling in heart.

Papa shrugged both of his shoulders. A sign that Papa doesn't know either. “It's a personal thing, Gery.”

**

Approximately 30 minutes Gery was in the meeting room. Together with the Papa and just exchanged sentences. Without any serious conversation with the subject of work.

Gery's quickened steps towards his study. The guy's head is bowed, sees the phone for then he sends a message.

Gery

Honey, tonight, at eight o'clock there is an invitation to the wedding reception Bu Novi. One of Garuda High School teachers. At seven you have to be ready. Adi will be the one to pick up.

The opening of Gery's workspace door along with one message went to his number. He must be ready to conduct an interview with Trasakti University students.

Gheas.

Why did Adi have to pick me up? Why not you?

Feeling disappointed in himself, he sat in his chair. Back his long finger was typing a message on the screen phone.

Gery

Gheas

Hemm

Gery sighing. A little frustrated because he only got a muttering message from his wife. He knew Ghea was disappointed.

The door is knocked and Arini comes in. As usual, Gery still found the woman's body trembling while facing her.

“Yes, Arini?” Gery keeps the phone on the right side table of his laptop.

“Sorry, Sir. Students who will do the interview have arrived.”

“Yes. Just let me in!” Gery then stood up.

Arini nodded her head. Not long after that a woman came in. It seems like she is a student of Trasakti who will do an interview with her for the college magazine of course.

**

Ghea gave a loud sigh. Puckered his lips while throwing the phone on the pillow. Then Ghea reached for the remote on the mattress beside her body to then she switched the channel on a big screen in front of her boring—. Ah, naw. Not that chanel is boring because from earlier the woman watched The Movie that made herself burn with scenes in it. Her mood changed as she read the short message from her husband. A message that makes her feel bad.

“Why should anything be the same Mas Adi, anyway? Couldn't he be if he was alone? Pick me up at home. Not even tell anyone else. Ck.” Redirected Ghea again chanel it with remot. “Again Mas Adi just want to be told.”

The door of the room was knocked from outside. Opened. “Honey,” greet Mama Dian while more into a spacious room full of shades of ash.

By the way Ghea was still at Mama Dian's house. He was too lazy to go home. For whatever reason, in his house there was no one and it would be very boring.

“Why, Ma?" Ghea enforced her body, away from the bed rest. Then take a pillow for then he stored it on his lap.

“You shop online?” ask Mama Ghea. Sitting on the bed facing each other.

For a moment Ghea frowned. Wiggling your eyes to remember. “Ngak, Mom. Why why?" Shoved Ghea his head of course. I don't remember shopping anything but yesterday. It's not online either. Unless you are shopping by yourself.

“There are couriers below. Nganterin package for you.” Mama Dian stood up. His lips are interested. Forming smiles. “Yes,udah. Samperin was a courier in front, yeah, baby! Mam down first.”

“OK, Ma.”

A courier?

The package?

Ghea lowered her legs and then she came out of the room. Meet the courier who when he got to the door, the courier stood with the package in his hand.

“With Mother Ghea Virbreathya?” The courier asked politely and kindly. Hugely. Smile too. Ghea cleared her throat before nodding her head. He was slightly affected by the courier's sweet-looking smile. own .. shit! No, Ghea. If Gery knew he liked another man's smile, his possessive husband would be furious. Or it could be that he will hit Ghea with a worldly pleasure that makes him moan more as his punishment.

“Ya.” Ghea. Got to!

“There is a package for you, Mom,” said the handsome courier again and put an object in his hand on Ghea, for then the two-bodied woman received awkwardly. Not not not want. But Ghea was still confused from who this package was?

“By the way from whom, yes, Mas?” I would be curious if Ghea didn't ask. Finally he let out that curiosity through his mouth.

“Prime Director of Putra Group, Bu.” Again. The courier smiled then looked at Ghea for a moment before he asked Ghea to put up a signature as proof of the recipient. “please sign here, Bu Ghea!”

With little distress due to the package in her hand, Ghea kept it first in a long sideboard over which were displayed photos of Gery and his family. Next to the door on the right, four steps away.

“OK. Thank you, Mas,” said Ghea after finishing the fingers lentik it gave a signature that the courier had asked for.

Ghea then closed the door again after the courier who eum .., a little handsome passed and disappeared behind the fence of his house-in-law with his motorbike.

Wrinkled Ghea on her forehead while staring at the package that had already switched to her hand. Then he went back into the room. Opening the package and his eyeballs gasped with the contents inside.

Ghea laughed softly. The curvature of her red lips bears witness to the overflow of happiness within her. Tilting her head to one side, Ghea took a greeting card over the object in the box. Then read it with lips that have not changed. Smilingly.

I'm sorry, honey. Because I can't pick you up. But I promise I'll be on time to come to that building. Wear this silver dress. It will definitely fit perfectly and be pretty attached to you.

Mahardika Putra - President Director of Putra Group.

Ghea bit her lower lip. Heart's popping. Like there's gonna be a big wave going to hit it. Then the big wave shut him up. Encapsulate him with a reason that Ghea himself was aware of the rumble.

The wave of love that Gery gave for her that Ghea did not end up thinking, this husband .. oh what should Ghea mention to her husband?

The word perfect is not enough to describe it.

Ghea phone stored on a pillow. Then open the chat application to then type something sweet sentence that Ghea himself is sure if Gery will definitely smile when reading a short message from him. And couldn't bear to see him immediately. Hugged it.

Gheas

Thanks for the dress, baby. It's so beautiful and beautiful. I'll wear it for you. And after that I immediately took it off again for you. Just for you. And, in a room that I'm sure you won't be able to bear to see my nakedness