The Married With Teacher
Friday Night And Sunah Rosul

"No!"

"Not my mother, but my wife."

Degh's!

Like a chunk of rock that was deliberately thrown into the chest of Bu Nobi, it was suddenly Bu Novi suffered a heart attack. His body is moving backwards. His head was also suddenly dizzy.

"Eh-eh, Miss Novi why? No papa, Mum?" Ghea was holding onto both shoulders of Bu Novi reflex.

"Wife? Is Gery married?" Eh instead of answering Ghea's question, the famous teacher judes instead dropped the question on Mr. Gery. Nyesel is Ghea nolongin. Tau it mending aja aja Bu Novi fell. Ck!

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Gery answered honestly. As always, be flat and relaxed.

"When?" Novi forced herself to smile. His fingers were linked together with the cold sweat mixed in there.

Ghea himself was already feeling uneasy. He was afraid that Mr. Gery would tell Bu Novi the truth. Ghea, okay, papa. But also afraid if Bu Novi knows that the wife of Mr. Gery is himself. I don't know what kind of fear. But much was Ghea thinking afterwards.

His school?

What if he's in DO? And so did Mr Gery? What if her husband was fired? Ghea's education, Ghea's dream? How do you try if all of that is exposed?

Ghea did not know the exact reason Mr. Gery could teach at his school. Yang Ghea knew, although Mr. Gery the successor to the wealth and company Papa Dika, he thought all had not been given officially to Mr. Gery. It is thought Ghea also Gery became a teacher it is his main job. They rarely talk about this problem. Ah, boro-boro talk about wealth or the like, talk about themselves not. Aye right?

In addition, one school will certainly not think anymore. Although Ghea did not care much about the children of one school. All she cares about is school and her husband?

Ah, why is Ghea dizzy herself thinking, huh?

Then Ghea turned to Mr. Gery who happened to also be looking at him. Within seconds the two exchanged looks. Meet in one straight girl.

Ghea hoped that Mr. Gery would not forget the points he made himself.

"Three days ago" he answered.

Bu Novi swallowed his saliva chelate. His heart is getting sick. "Your father didn't come in yesterday? That's-"

"Yes. I'm on leave because of my marriage." Mr. Gery immediately interjected. It was as if the guy knew what Bu Novi was going to ask.

"If I may know who Gery is married to?"

Ghea widened her eyes reflexively. The question of Ms. Novi has led to Mr. Gery's personal life. After all, if you already know what the teacher wants?

Ghea glanced again at Pak Gery who was still displaying his flat expression. It seems that the man at birth was not given sugar with Mama Dian, until his smile was very rare.

Mr. Gery pulled his left eyebrow. Strange too. Why did Bu Novi throw such a question at her? "He-"

Teettttt

Ghea breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes closed for a moment with his shoulders descending. As if he was reacting it was 'safe' for him.

Fortunately, the bell went up again. If you can't, Mr. Gery will say if 'this is my wife'. Can I also afford Ghea?

Mr. Gery's eyes turned towards the speaker attached to the ceiling of the school. The voice was like his savior from Bu Novi's question.

However, differently. Bu Novi is upset. Why does the doorbell have to ring at the wrong time, anyway? He could not know who Mr. Gery's wife was.

"I'm sorry, I have a rep in class. Excuse me." Pamit Pak Gery's. Leaving the resounding Bu Novi. Also Ghea with her feelings that are not good.

Bu Novi. His tears that had been welling up in the pelupuk seemed to no longer be dammed. Ghea couldn't look at it. And Ghea could see that Bu Novi was heartbroken to hear that Mr. Gery was married. Uh, pity too, yes, Miss Novi.

**

In the Class.

Very professional, the teacher. It is fitting that Mr. Gery in addition to being nicknamed the god of good looks at school, he is also nicknamed the god of ice that comes from the north pole. The attitude is cold and everything should look perfect. But all the attitude that Mr. Gery showed was not also change the views of girls into ilfeel to him. And that became his own special feature for him. And even worse there are, you know, the girl students from physics class who form a fan club Pak Gery.

Ghea knows about that, too. But he's mah bodo is the same business. The most important thing now is that Mr. Gery is his. And at any time it will remain his.

"Ekhem ..." Mr. Gery cleared his throat again. He was still standing next to Ghea's desk. But, no, girls haven't realized either. Until the friend sitting next to him nudged Ghea's arm, the girl just turned lazy without any intention to say. Moreover, glancing in the other direction when his fellow countryman gestured with his eyes.

"Hem? Paan?" Uh that's Ghea asked lazily. His face, seriously tangled.

"That's your side," tell his colleague with both eyebrows twitching.

And then Ghea looked. With a slow movement. Head looked up. Seeing the tall body of Mr. Gery right there was staring at him horror. Ghea cengennesan's. Not accidentally also the pen he was circling was thrown because of reflexes. Ghea shocked. Serem also saw the eyes of Mr. Gery who seemed to be rolling to the floor.

"On your repetition I doubled!"

No pleasantries. Just chirps Mr. Gery talking. Auto, Ghea widened her eyes dong. Absolutely shock. The paper that had just been stored on his desk was still clean yet Ghea filled. This has been added to double again. Geez, have the heart of this Mr. Gery, seriously.

"But-"

Mr. Gery melengos. Don't want to listen to Ghea's comments or protests. He continued to split his paper.

"Awas aja lo, Mas, if later tonight ask for rations Friday night. I will not give you. Let sunah rosetul same wind there." Ghea muttered in heart. His feelings were definitely cobbled.

**

Finished repeating in class, Mr. Gery first came out while carrying some package books in his hand. Afterwards followed by the students who had cleaned his bag.

Different from Ghea. From the beginning Mr. Gery gave him the double repetition, the girl was not ceaselessly cursing in the heart. Condemn her husband to be ice.

"Basic nyebelin. Just watch. Not only Friday night," his grunts while inserting his writing equipment into the fissure. Unknowingly, Tama who was behind Ghea heard it. The guy stole Ghea's rant with his eyebrows hooked.

Tama stand. Attach his bag after closing the zipper. The one he put his writing equipment in there. Then stepped to the side of Ghea still with a face grunting her. His lips are still moving.

"Fri night? Sunnah rosul? You're rich who's been married, Ghe?"

Ghea jerks. Shocked by the face that turned reflex. "Lo's? Just take it, I swear." Ghea answered dramatically. "My hang, Tam. Original, nih," he said again while touching his chest which was really shocked. Not in ada-adain.

"Yes, lebay, lo, Ghe."

"Cius, nih, ah, I was shocked," said Ghea. "You want what, anyway, lo? Want to cheat on me because I get an additional replay? Ck, not solid, deh." And the bag with the zipper closed he sipped to his right shoulder.

"About. Nanya i'm. You're married?"

Deghs

Waduh, what should Ghea answer? Lying again no papa times, huh? What's up, anyway, with today? Not to Mr. Gery, not to Ghea there is aja whose name has been married. Bummer. Even though it's true too.

This is also if Ghea realized, she was the one who chatted the night Friday'at use hard. It was suspicious at first.

Thought Tama especially about Friday night and sunah rosul, if open 'it' is always done by people who have been married. I know, his experience, but.

Uh, the experience of his parents who like to talk about Friday nights and sunnah rosul at home.

"Hahaha .. joking, Tam. Where possible? I'm still in school." Ghea hit Tama's shoulder slowly while smiling forward.

"Continue this?" ask Tama. Apparently Tama asked not because he heard the curse of Ghea. However, he noticed something attached to the ring finger of Ghea.

TB

I'm again spewing guys. This time the story leveled up only two days doang. And it turns out fitting I asked, if not yet the contract he said that. It's gonna suck my heart out.

So my friend helped level up again for this story. Let me get more excited. Like a comment, you can level up this story again. I am sad, I am deh guys. Crying pen.