The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 47

The exhibition was already lively when Gery entered the exhibition hall with Ghea clutching his left arm. The walls and ceilings in the decor are so luxurious. Several hanging crystal lights adorned the sky of the hall. Ghea smiled loving the amazing decorations to look at. Although only a painting exhibition, but the decoration is as good and elegant as this. Ghea was thinking of celebrating her son's birthday after birth at this hotel. It will be even more super luxurious.

“Like?” gery asked. Pulling both corners of the lips to bring a smile to the woman who did not let go clasping her arms. Ghea looked up a little. Replying to Gery's charming smile with a nod. Although the legs are level and smooth white women are wrapped in heels as high as eight inches, it does not compensate for the height of a handsome man wrapped in a shiny silver tuxedo.

It's not just him who wears a tux. Other men seem the same. In addition to exhibiting beautiful and expensive art paintings, apparently, this event is also to charity by auctioning masterpieces from famous artists.

The artist presents the richest and famous members of certain groups of the Jakarta seaentero.

Gery's view was circulating. The heavily dressed men and women in expensive dresses sparkled, the coloured and tasteful drinks on the tongue in each hand, moving around the display and making their mark in their catalog. As for them, the women from each company who just gathered formed a small circle while standing, showing off their branded bags and all forms of luxury and wealth.

Gery's steps stopped. His hand shook with a man from another company—which Gery knew from another property company— while smiling. Not a smile of friendship, but a smile as a rival in the business world.

“Wow... Pak Mahardika Putra was apparently present with two women at once. Ah are these two your wives, sir?” the sentence glides unfiltered. Lips grinning. And the two hands of the man were still shaking each other.

Gery did not answer. Wh-wh-what for?

“Hallo... i—" when the man removed the post from Gery's hand, the helping hand shifted right to Ghea's front. Intending to introduce himself before the sound of barinton firmly precedes him.

“Sorry, we want to take a look at the painting,” Gery said taking off Ghea's hand loop on her arm and then the boy's hand embraces Ghea's possessive waist. Seposeively.

“Ah .. yes, fine. Please Mr. Mahardika Putra.” This annoying man in front of him then lowered his hand and pocketed it into a pocket of shiny cotton formal pants. Disguising the style, hiding the annoyance at Gery of course. However, the man's lips were still flanked by a forced smile.

“One thing you should know. Even if I am holding three women at once, it is none of your business.” Stepping on Gery's third leg, he paused to then turn to face the arrogant man who was now giving a vexed look at him. “And this woman—“ Gery's eyes point to Airin standing right behind Ghea's back. “—not my wife!” Press it while staring intently at the same bedded man like him.

The man was breathing rough. Grunting underestimates. Then, Gery's hand came down from embracing Ghea. Reaching Ghea's small hand hanging beside her body to hold Gery. As if giving protection to him from the predatory gaze of men like his rival.

“You are very rude, anyway, Mas,” said Ghea when he was away. Stand facing the guy who now pockets both hands into his pants pocket.

And Airin's still following him. Feeling that Gery's air is really not free.

“Again also you ajakin others to join, anyway, dear?! Lookie! Other people think I'm a greedy guy, right?!”

Ghea understood Gery's intentions. His eyes turned to Airin later. Exhaled Ghea tried to relax and calm down. His tongue did not move anymore to answer. What Gery said is true.

“Yes already, Mas, do not need to enter the heart. They don't know the truth. Airin—“

“—Rin, can you not make do not join us?!” Even the guy interrupted Ghea's sentence. Turning to talk to Airin who feels bad at once destroyed in the same time.

“Masss—“ Ghea's voice sounds whining. Gery did not reveal. Even the man pretended not to listen.

Airin's face looked up. Just a little but, to see Gery's icy eyes. “Good, sir,” said he fulfilled the request of the man he admired.

“Airin..” call Ghea when Airin's heel turns around.

“Sayang ... have it done, let Airin blend in with the others!”

Airin heard because his slow steps were still not far from Gery who drove him subtly.

“But Airin doesn't know anyone at an event like this. He will definitely not feel comfortable, Mas.”

“Yes, continue .. If you know this is not the place for yourself, why did you tell me to let Airin come? Hem's? Come on, baby. Airin's just an ordinary secretary. He's different from us, Ghe.”

Airin's creeping side of the dress she's wearing tonight is so strong. The best dress she thinks she has. Eyes warming. His heart was so hurt by Gery's words. Instead of heartache Airin justifies it.

Then, his ears caught Ghea's sentence clearly. “Since when did you degrade people, Mas?”

“Since you always digbebela Airin. And put herself into our household.”

Next, the tormented inner Airin. Like a pricked thorn. His spirit seemed to be floating from the body. And Airin saw the spirit laughing at him. Airin replied to the spirit with a pitiful bland laugh.

Airin did not believe the painful sentence was spoken from Gery's mouth with a spicy. Though Gery knows for himself if the guy who wants to help him. Airin is not pushy if Gery refuses Nana's mother's request before she closes her eyes.

Who, after all, wants to live like Airin?

Not liked by many people and people consider themselves a bad woman with evidence of an enlarged stomach without a marriage bond and a husband. He regretted that.

If time could Airin turn back. He would slam a knife or sword at once into the neck of Nandan Lesmana—cowok who persuaded him to have love. Instead of being trapped by the seduction of his sweet mouth to then take off all the clothes in front of the eyes of the devil the bastard boy.

“But you started it, didn't you? You also said that Airin is the daughter of—“

“Aduhh...” Airin's feeble screeching voice invites every pair of eyes to turn to her with a gaze ‘who is she?’ including the gaze Ghea and Gery turned on the woman. Stop the fierce argument between the two.

“Sorry... I was not accidentally,” said Airin looked down to clean the colored liquid that imprinted on the dress. This is because Airin too stole the chatter of Ghea and Gery. Airin nudged the shoulder of a middle-aged man who happened to spill his drink from the legged glass the middle-aged man was holding.

“Sorry, Sir. I was completely unintentional,” said Airin for the umpteenth time.

“Rin, you don't papa?” Followed by a voice from the side of her body, Ghea's hands helped clean the Airin dress using a tissue she had previously taken from the cluth.

Airin's head shook weakly. “No papa, Mom. Thank you,” said Airin to Ghea. Upholded his head then while saying, “sorry, once lag—“ the sentence hangs. In that instant also Airin's body completely floated, Both legs felt boneless. Weak as a chewy jelly. “Dad...” call Airin in the heart.

A drop of clear liquid escapes from the fertilizer later. Airin immediately rubbed it hurriedly.

“Rin, really not papa? What is your stomach? Someone is sick or not we go to the doctor, yes?!" ghea asked half in panic. Instead of answering, Airin actually followed the view of the middle-aged man who he was unwilling to decline to his large stomach.

Gery follows along with a chaotic feeling. He stood behind Airin's stiffened back. Gery's eyes glinted at what situation would happen next. Bitten by his lower lip before licking the chewy thing.

“Airin Adiguna?!" Call the middle-aged man before him in a soft voice and a regret. Airin's heart was restored. This time strong. Real strong. Painful childhood memory revolves like a roll of film showing the figure of a long-haired little girl stepping in the footsteps of her mother dragging a large suitcase. Looking for housing even if it is small for both to live in. And crying screamed for the Mother as her stepfather beat Mom mercilessly.

The crystal liquid was increasingly sliding profusely. His chest seemed to be squeezed by the ruins of multi-storey buildings. And a sense of resentment was raised when a familiar voice sounded from behind the back of Wira Adiguna—Ayah Airin.

“What are you doing there? Hotel director Raffles wants to meet he said.”

Wira Adiguna turned the body. Look at the boy she was proud of.

Gery nodded in frustration. What he has been hiding—because Ibu Nana—'s last request finally revealed.

Nana's mother requests that Gery keep Airin and that Airin not meet her father again. If necessary Ibu Nana wants Gery to hide the figure of Airin from men of not feeling like Nandan Lesmana—mania who now actually met face to face with Airin— standing in front of him.

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To be continued…

Well, it's kannn...

How else, Rin?