The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 15

Ghea had been waiting for Gery for a long time. Together with his friends, Ghea first joined in line to greet the bride at the wedding. Right behind him Reza stood, while behind Reza there was Yura who still showed a sour face. It still doesn't seem like Ghea.

Yep. Ghea was aware of that. But, it’s okay. Doesn't matter. Because at this time Ghea did not want to think of anything else but to think, where is her husband? Why haven't you come yet? Is there a problem with the meeting? Is there anything?

Along with his advancing steps, along with it all sorts of thoughts began to grow. From what his friend said, Ghea confirmed it, if now it is rife with the name ‘pelakor’.

Nah!

Shaken Ghea his head was faint with empty eyes looking at the back of the person in front of him. Ghea must not have thoughts that will make himself sick. Crushed. Then by itself, the memory of Gery embracing the waist of a woman in his office lobby flashed. At that time, Ghea's chest was tight. Breath choked. His throat was as if he was being strangled. Ghea's gaze gradually began to fade, his head suddenly dizzy. And his feet are like jelly. It's hard for Ghea to stand on foot. Even when the person in front of her had stepped over to the bride, Ghea's legs were fixated for the next second the woman's body was shaken.

“Ghea!” With both hands sprightly, Reza held Ghea's back and waist. “Loe is not papa?" her tan was filled with worried tone of voice.

With a loud voice from Reza, everyone looked at him with astonished and curious gazes.

Cindy and Tama who had come down from the top of the guarantee rose again. Approach. I worry about his friend.

While Bu Novi with her elegant and luxurious wedding dress, left the seat and the man who stood in front of the chair. With a furrowed forehead, Ms. Novi held onto Ghea's shoulder. “Why are you, Ghe?” Then ask. No less worried about the others.

Ghea shook her head. It spread its gaze to all directions and people are now focusing on it

on Ghea. For a moment Ghea became the main thing at the teacher's reception. She's ashamed of course. “I'm not papa, Mom. Sorry,” said. Unpleasant.

Nodded Bu Novi his head to then the woman that Ghea knew once held a sense of admiration for her husband turned the body. Walked. Putting himself back in front of the chair. Standing next to the man Ghea knew was definitely the husband of Bu Novi.

“Lo really is okay, Ghe?” asked Reza who still kept both hands on Ghea's back and waist. Then lead him to get off the stage. Take the girl to sit on one of the chairs with a round table.

Ghea tried to smile. Then shake.

“Drink first, deh, Ghe!” Tama thrust a water bottle at him after opening the bottle cap.

Ghea took a little water. “Still, Tam.”

“Hem,” muttered Tama while frowning.

“Pak Gery hasn't come yet, Ghe? Do you want to go home or what? Lo shoots really big lips. I'm afraid you are the same content lo why-napa,” said Reza. The worry on the guy's face was obvious. “Lo's face is also dry.” Then boldly and awkwardly Reza rubbed Ghea's temple with the back of her hand.

“Gue no papa, Za.” Ghea kept away the hand that rubbed the temple using her hand. Lousy. Embarrassed. And all the flavors mixed into one. “Thanks I was.” Because if not, Ghea's body could have fallen.

“Casual aja.” Reza replied with her line of interested lips. Then when his hand was about to break the top of Ghea's head, another large hand held him. So Reza's hand hangs over Ghea's head.

It's not just Reza. Tama and Cindy looked up. See who the owner of the big hand holding Reza's hand is.

“Pak Gery,” Excite Cindy. For then Ghea who initially looked down, slowly raised her face when the name of someone who had been waiting for her was called.

“Mas.” Ghea says hello. But not with a smile. Except his sour face.

“Go home!” Only that one word came out of Gery's thick mouth. Without making small talk or doing say hello to his former murind-student, the man with all his arrogance and cold demeanor pulled Ghea's elbow. Automatically Ghea stands up. Follow Gery's steps. Slightly stifled because his steps were like evicted.

Reza and the others simply looked on inexplicably at Gery's always-so attitude. Then they throw one another a glance and a dedication.

“Mas, you're okay, anyway? Come-come to play pull me gini?” Ghea certainly protested while following the pull from Gery. “You have also not found Bu Novi and thank you congratulations.”

Gery still doesn't listen. Answer what else. Together with his steps that pulled Ghea, along with that also the blood vessels in his head seemed to want to break. Explodes.

“Mas! Why, anyway?”

Then the steps stopped. Gery breathed his breath rough. Shaking her hair with her left hand and right hand above her waist. The guy is like holding back frustration inside as well as gnawing anger.

Both are now in a quiet hallway. On the right is an elevator. Ghea leaned her back and back of her head against the wall of the passageway. I don't know what to do or how. Because what Ghea saw the guy who became her husband, now looks chaotic.

For a few seconds, both remained silent. There was only his second breath that became a rhythm in silence. As if it represented.

But all that as if Ghea could not get out. Everything's stuck in the esophagus. His eyes were only able to sway in all directions to then dare to look at his face that was raising his face. Eyes closed. And Ghea heard his breathing irregularly. Like someone who just got out hunting.

“Which other part of the body gets a touch from that damn guy?”

Ghea frowned it. “Hah?” Then both sides are open. Astounded. What nonsense is coming out of her husband's mouth? A question that is like judging. “What do you mean, Mas?” his question was of course incomprehensible to Ghea himself. He chuckles.

Gery snorted while throwing his face away. I really want that guy to hide. Gery approached at Ghea who was leaning. “Aside here.” Then her hand touched Ghea's innocent back because of the fucking dress that Gery gave her. Jolting to then pull her closer. “Where else does he touch you?” His gaze was so piercing that it pierced through Ghea's heart.

“Here?” Still holding his hand on Ghea's back, the other hand rose to touch her temple.

“Mas,” Mumbles Ghea. Ghea held the face up until her gaze met with gray eyeballs that were now reddened. Withstanding all the flashes of anger.

“Atau ..” held back his sentence, gery passed his leg. Making Ghea step back and then the step leads the two to enter the elevator on the right after before Gery's finger tap the button.

“Here?” Gery continued with Ghea's back that had been propped up on the elevator wall while the hand that was originally at the temple of Ghea, Gery lowered the hand to touch his lower lip. Swiping it with her thumb and other fingers right on Ghea's chin. Suppressed by Ghea's strong body so that she is locked by

her husband's body.

Ghea confused. Wrinkled back Ghea's sweaty forehead. His chest is up and down.

The face of Gery who looked down automatically saw the soft chunks of Ghea that rhymed. Come up and down. Without freeing the thumb from his lower lip, and the other hand that was still behind Ghea's back, slowly crept. Ascending. Until it touched the back of the woman's neck. Saves it gently. Adrenaline at Ghea's heartbeat.

“Mas.” Ghea murmured again that nickname with a soft voice. Almost sucked even because he felt the back of his neck is getting massaged. Pressed. Swiped with his fingers. Gentler. With both hands Ghea was getting stronger clutching the cluth under her stomach.

“You know very well, dear.” Oh the voice that Ghea is hearing right now is like a threat of danger that can strike her at any moment.

Gery wasn't just looking down. Even now his lips almost touch the lips of Ghea where the thumb of Gery still rubbed it. From the right corner of his lips then walked to the corner of his left lip. Then Gery pulled Ghea's lower lip sensually.

“Sshhh ..” from Ghea. The blood inside each veins was getting boiling. Feeling the whip in his heartbeat.

“If I would never willingly have your body touched by any guy?” The guy continued.

Oh God …

What should Ghea do?

For the moment he can't do anything. To escape anything else.

Seeing the flash of anger because of his jealousy—maybe in his gray eyeballs makes Ghea difficult to swallow saliva. His throat was suddenly dry. Then slowly pulled his eyes. Looking at the numbers still running over the elevator door.

Damnit damnit!

Ghea just realized, if the elevator goes up. Increasing and rising until the eyes of Ghea saw in the number 15.

Where are you taking her to by Gery?

Ghea should know what consequences she will receive later.

“Mas, ta—tadi the Reza Cuma—“

Gery further presses Ghea's body using her body. So that the soft hunk of his woman can Gery feel gently in his chest. “Meetingannn with the word ‘help’ it, dear!” the sound was pressing. Weight. But Ghea could still hear the tenderness of his tone. Even though that sentence sounds like a rude swearing.

Seizy Note :

sorry for waiting too long. Not that it hangs. If you follow Ig I certainly know that I was killed (my grandfather died) two weeks ago. And for those of you who are still waiting, thank you. Anw this chapter typed 1,400 over. hihiiii. It was going to be long, but I divided it into two chapters. Let me not read the simple story of this amateur typing. Huhuuu