The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 33

Gery's leg limp knowing the results of the laboratory examination. The leaflet in the heart seemed to be spanked even stronger. The slightly watery eyelids lifted from staring at the black ink-written paper typed by a computer, and exchanged glances with the curious Ghea. Why did her husband just fall silent while looking at her with such a fragile highlight?

“Why, Mas?" ask Ghea while weaving all the fingers. Tensional.

“Why did you hide something this big from me, Ghe?” Not an answer that Ghea expected, instead the guy asked back with a heavy voice. However, this time Ghea found the sound as fragile and then shattered. Gery held up the white paper as high as Ghea's face.

That pretty and tense face shriveled. “Hidden what, anyway, Mas?” Because Ghea really did not hide anything from her husband.

Gery's head was full of disappointment. He lowered the hand that was holding the white paper and hung it on the side of the body.

“Okay!” ghea's voice was firm while dropping the two hands that had previously intertwined into the side of the thighs wrapped in silver pants. “I did do that check without your permission, Mas, in addition to yesterday's content check-up and USG. And that's because doctor Gita suddenly told me.” The beautiful eyelids as well as the pliable feathers blinked slowly while the head shook faintly.

“And I don't know what doctor Gita told me to do further examination, after I complained my stomach always hurts and cramps after sexual intercourse with you.” And damn. The tense face now turned red shortly after Ghea spoke of her bed relationship with Gery.

“And one thing you need to know, Mas,” said Ghea continued, no matter if the red tinge is still visible on his face. “I never lied to you. Regarding the results of the examination, I also do not know what the results are like. And I was afraid, Mas..” that raucous voice was now choked and Ghea struggled to swallow the saliva. “I'm afraid of serious problems with my content.”

And that's it. True exists.

The white paper was dropped by Gery on the floor. Without ba bi bu at the same time making Ghea jerked, one hand with her muscles that are clay pull the nape of Ghea to then Gery buried the beautiful face into his chest.

Now a hug with one hand, Gery transformed into a close second hand. It was as if channeling power to Ghea, their baby, as well as herself.

Inside the deckapan Ghea's forehead shriveled while asking ‘ada apa’ on him who knows who will answer.

Gery's chin rests on top of Ghea's head. The eyelids closed. Immerse all five fingers into the woman's long hair. The other hand clasped his shoulder. Tight yet so soft Ghea felt it.

“What do I think is right, Mas?” ghea asked slowly, still with cheeks pressed against the chest of the field. At once Ghea felt the throbbing of Gery's heart that was fast and not crowded.

Gery opened his eyelids. However, it did not release a warm cuddle on Ghea.

For whatever sake. This should be what the two of them did during the meeting. It is not that misunderstanding occurs.

“I can't believe the same damn result, baby,” said Gery, the more Ghea felt the two burly hands clutching her body.

“Indeed, what did the examination result show, Mas?” Ghea pushed Gery's chest slowly, so Gery had to break her arms.

Ghea kept both palms on the chest of the lined field of a white shirt that was obstructed by a black suit. Looking up the face to meet the owner of the ash eyeballs who actually lowered his head.

Pressed by Gery's sexy and red lip line. Didn't want to say anything to Ghea for now.

Instead, Ghea didn't need to get an answer from her husband's mouth when she could find an immediate answer from the relaxing paper on the floor— next to her husband's feet.

Then Ghea was bent back until part of her hair fell to one side of her face. The cold sweaty hand picked up the cupped paper.

Gery was not calm. Again, scooping a handsome face even though it was roughly tangled. There was a bit of hair stuck to the forehead wide because of the movement earlier, then Gery restrained it to the back.

Ghea was lifeless. His legs are like a chewy jelly. The blood that flowed as if walking swept every vein then just like that his heart stopped beating.

Due to suffocation, Ghea's body just fell to the floor. Both legs are tightly folded. Ghea sniffled there.

No man will be strong enough to see bad things happen to the closest people. What else is that with half his soul.

Together with Ghea, Gery flipped over, turned her back to Ghea. walked closer to the wall of the room, stressing her two large palms there while her head lowered. Gery was as devastated as Ghea, if the results were really positive diagnosing a tumor embedded in the wall of her woman's uterus.

“This is impossible, right, Mas..?” The movement of those red sweet lips trembled. “There may not be a tumor in my uterus, right?”

Still with that position, Gery's face turned to Ghea. Gradually, the palm that stuck to the wall turned into a powerful fist. It felt like the death fist wanted to smash into the wall until it was destroyed.

Gery took a breath. Calms the soul and draws near to Ghea. The fragile body but its stoutness is not lost it rests on the marble floor that becomes the pedestal of both knees.

Ja. Ghea hope so too. However, in fact the results diagnosed Ghea with something scary. Like a big landslide and Ghea's body was buried. Buried deep and Ghea felt her lungs could no longer breathe, then her life seemed to drift.

“If that's true, you'll definitely leave me, Mas. Because you can't possibly live with a sick woman, right?” Sentence did not expect Gery was sliding like water that fell free from the river cliffs of the red lips that Gery always craved.

Gery reflexes decoding. Squeezing both weak slumped shoulders is gentle. Bending his eyes to see the Ghea net which looked up a little. Staring at that face with sadness at the same time intimidating. “What are you talking about, anyway, babe?” The heavy but soft voice that washed away Ghea. To fill the emptiness within.

“You... and the woman it—“ The dry red lips instantly clenched as Gery's index finger slid there to silence.

Stop, Ghea! Don't accuse Gery of the impossible.

The inner goddess who had always been in contact now reminded.

“Even if you weren't born into the world, I wouldn't see another woman, Ghe. Because my heart is filled with your name. Long before this.” Gery stared at those pretty eyeballs deep. So shady and so full of love. Seriously, Gery kissed Ghea's forehead later.

“But, I'm scared, Mas.”

Gery keeps her lips away from the milk-white forehead.

“Fear why? Heum?” Cupped to each side of Ghea's face until both palms wrapped around Ghea's cheeks completely. And the thumb finger twists on the cheekbones, removing any traces of crystals left there.

“I'm afraid of losing you, Mas.”

“Could not.”

Because it was Gery who felt that way.

Feeling the hour of death approaching too quickly to strangle his neck.

“Why is it impossible?”

“Because you are my life, Ghe. My body will not be able to breathe anything else life without his life.”

TO BE CONTIUED …

So the misunderstanding of Ghea was clear dong with the sweet phrase Mas Ger. Was clear.

And I want to be tough once again. This story will be happy end. I'll guarantee that. But, before happy there must be a storm first, right.

Because life is spinning. God created two types that always intersect. Like night day. Light dark. Sad happy.

Life doesn't have to be about love. Hihiiii (I lift up my two fingers as a sign of peace)

I know that everyone is not the same. I will not make me not like the same road and storyline MWT in this s2. Everyone is different in taste.

The storyline of Ghea and Mas Gery will not be changed just like that. Because I thought long before I got to chapter 32.

And for the role of Airin. I didn't make it original. Later will also definitely know why the role of this Airin can exist.

So, continue to follow MWT until the end. Follow Ig Seizyll_koerniawan for updates.

Ohya, Btw answer to who asked 'why the hell kak kok not up every day'

Answer me ... I wait for my mood to be always good so I can take a tick from my heart. So as not to be so upset. Yes, even though you are well aware, this type is still not as perfect as other great writers.

I'm a big amateur, yeah... ILY