The Married With Teacher
Staring Fiercely at Each Other

“Can't! If you don't want me to sleep outside, you know, you sleep on the couch there. Don't whip me!”

Ghea gave a pillow to Mr. Gery who was standing at the door, blocking him who was going to sleep outside.

“You're still angry--”

“-already know nanya.” Ghea folded her hands over her stomach. Throwing his face staring at the wall painted soft blue on the right.

“You heard first, deh, my explanation. If-”

“-no need, it's late.” Then his body turned towards the bed.

“Not yet, Ghe-” Mr. Gery sighed heavily in his place of standing.

“-if you have been honest! What's wrong, anyway?” Then put the body on the bed. Pulling the blanket with a bang before his body he covered perfectly with a colored bed cover fabric in line with the paint of his room wall.

Okay, Mr. Gery lost. He admitted that he was wrong because he was not honest with him from the beginning. Mr. Gery knows this is his fault. But, was there no chance for him to explain? Whenever he wanted to explain to Ghea, the girl always tried to interrupt. As if he was avoiding it.

throwing a rough breath, Mr. Gery put the pillow that Ghea had given to the side of the sofa and then without a blanket Mr. Gery laid his body tilted there. Facing towards Ghea who was behind him. With his whole body covered. Folding both hands in front of his chest while continuing to look at his back. A heavy sigh also accompanied Mr. Gery's eyes to be closed.

Maybe Mr. Gery thinks that Ghea is asleep. However, no. After a few minutes have passed. When Ghea heard the regular roar of breath from the guy who slept on the sofa, she slowly opened the fabric made of bed cover.

Inching, Ghea turned her body to face Mr. Gery and then looked at the slumbering face there and saw a frown on her forehead. Ghea knew that guy had a lot of thoughts. One of them is thinking about himself.

shaking off her blanket, Ghea lowered her legs before she stepped towards the sofa.

Ghea lowered her head there with both knees as a rebuttal. Swipe the frown on the forehead with his index finger. Massaging her slowly before her index finger came down touching her sharp nose line. “Dear you, Mas. But I can't forgive you after the lies you hid from me.” Ghea looked at those thick lips. Honestly, he missed. Then touch it with your index finger. Following the line of her beautiful lips. Then stand back. Ghea couldn't stand to see that face.

"Dear you too."

Ehhhh ...

Then Ghea's hand was held back by a heavy hand as she was about to turn around.

When he turned his head, Ghea had found Mr. Gery in an open eye. The eyes that looked at him were wide and deep. Wet eyes with fluid ready to plunge. Then silence took over that room space. As if there was no life there.

While pulling Ghea's hand, the guy shuffled. Sitting before then also brought Ghea to sit beside him.

Luckily, Ghea did not refuse. Shame maybe because it was caught red-handed saying love to her husband.

**

“No need. I used my own car.”

Again Ghea refused when her husband would contact Chacha so that Ghea would be escorted by the bodyguard.

Mr. Gery breathed a heavy sigh. Patience. Facing Ghea was not a way of forcing her. “Yaudah, if so let me just love you.”

“You are not my driver!” answer with jutek.

Again, Mr. Gery sighed. Maybe now the guy has to drink a lot of ice water so that his heart and head are cold. Not carried away by his burning lust. Seen from both hands that clenched though not tightly.

“Today I was absent. Not going in,” he said again to Ghea.

"Lod." Then that word became Ghea's answer.

Ck. Even though last night Mr. Gery had explained everything and he thought Ghea had forgiven him. Then why is the girl still jutek now?

Then Ghea got into his own car and quickly ran the iron vehicle. Leaving Mr. Gery still in the front yard of Papa Jordan's house.

"Be careful! Don't speed!" He cried with a smile and both hands that went into the pocket of shorts he was wearing, when the car driven by Ghea had reached the gate. Before turning to the right.

Without Mr. Gery knowing, the girl behind the wheel chuckles while looking at Mr. Gery from the rearview mirror.

"Racaine. You have to be done, Mas. Let's not lie to me anymore. Let you know that I'm angry don't like it for a second."

Shortly after Ghea's departure in his car, Adi on the dirt bike owned by Mr. Gery stopped right in front of the guy. “Sorry, bro, late me. Ordinary, Jalan-” Not yet Adi explained why she was late. “My clothes!” Mr. Gery interrupted him first.

“Ck, patient napa, boss. Girls with PMS are lo.” Handing over a paper bag in his hand. Even Adi who seems unable if not to mitek his cousin.

“How-how, you've bae-bae again right the same Ghea?” Adi asked while following in the footsteps of Mr. Gery behind him.

Mr. Gery is not bullying. He continued to step onto the second floor where Ghea's room was located.

“Ger, yaelah ..” Up to Mr. Gery who entered the room and closed the door with his feet. Don't let Adi get in there.

Fortunately Papa Jordan had left early to the office and Mama Sora was ready to go to the market with Bi May.

Adi snorted angrily and then returned to the first floor of the house. Waiting for Mr. Gery who is preparing in the room there.

**

Ghea parked her car as usual, in a special parking lot of school cars. The one after coming out he was greeted by someone who hit his shoulder. “Aduhhh ..” Pekik Ghea held her shoulder that was bumped on the door of her car that was still open.

“Sick, yes?” his tanyanya was full of ridicule.

“Lo? Why, anyway, early in the morning looking for a storm the same me? There is no such thing as an oath.” Ghea snorted as she closed the door of her car with a single blow. Then turned his body back to Yura. There was no intention to serve him early in the morning like this.

“Don't be so belagu, deh, you be a girl! Do not challenge your husband and teacher at this school, you can belagu kayak gini.” Then Yura held Ghea's shoulder to step up. Forcibly turning his body.

“You want what, anyway? It's weird, mah. I've never been looking for a storm, yeah. But you always bother me. Are you the same as me? If I'm married .., what's the same thing? It's very spiteful. Wonder me." Ghea folded her hands over her stomach. 

“Ohya, if you ngefens the same I say dong! Don't be afraid of doang! Here, let me sign me.” Then Ghea unzipped her bag. Take the pen from there. “Sini, where are you going? In your clothes, yes, let everyone know that you are just like me!” Ghea advanced closer to Yura, pulled the girl's uniform and then pressed the tip of her pen against Yura's uniform, about to cross it out.

“Aaan, anyway, lo?” Yura held Ghea's hand before the wrist was firmly in her grip.

In the few seconds that passed the two simply threw each other fierce gazes. Ghea held back her wrist that felt pain because Yura grabbed her very tightly.

“Please, begoo! My hand pain. Don't make a crime, you, a hell of a village!"

Yura did not accept with all the words that came out of Ghea's lips. He gripped his wrist more firmly. “What did you say? Begoo's? What about me begoo? You should go to the bathroom, right now! Agape! Let me know who went begoo here.”

“Means lo paan?”

Yura brought her face closer to Ghea's ears without letting go of the grip on her wrist. “Lo begoo because you already trust the same people you say that friend.” Then pulled back his face. Staring at Ghea filled with grins on her lips.

“What do you mean by that to me? Who are you going to fight my sheep with? Heh?” tanya Ghea was filled with tones of emphasis.

Yura curled her lips down while idling. Sneered at Ghea before she let go of her grip with a bang until Ghea's fist struck her own chest. 

“Jawab tollllll ..!!!”

Okay, his patience isn't just running out. But it's over. Serving girls like Yura does not need patience but must use violence. So thought Ghea.

Yura just passed. The girl had no intention of answering. He was just happy to disturb Ghea.

“Eh, wait lo!” This time it was Ghea's hand that held Yura's shoulder. Reversing his body with a powerful blow. “What do you mean?” Ghea repeated the question.

By the way, the two girls are no longer in the parking lot. But in the corridor and now not just one or two people are watching them. But there were already many several tens of pairs of eyes that set their sights on the two. Even now it had already swarmed Ghea and Yura.

“Lo the nora, Yur. Lo just caper doang right to be the attention of many people?” Ghea chuckled her hands again. “Kampungan terribly lo so people. Pity me so be the same lo who want caper but by way of sheep. So if you want caper-caper sono same bonyok lo aja. Don't caper in school!”

“Gue no caper, yes.” Fierce Yura pushed against Ghea's shoulder.

“If not caper what is his name? Loneliness is not lo because no one wants to win the same lo?”

“Sial.” Yura clenched both her hands. Face snarling. Yura is not a person of patience. It was as hard as Ghea. Equally stubborn.

“What?” Then with a fearless gaze, Ghea challenged Yura very casually. “Basic, sheepfisher!”

And the prickly shoes began to sound. Talking about Yura there aren't even many who sneer at the girl. Yura could not stand it. In addition to Ghea who already carries the name of her parents who seem to not pay attention to her, Yura also felt furious with Ghea who seemed to be the most powerful girl in this school.

"Look at it later, I'll give you a special surprise for you," said Yura before she passed.

TB

So that's guys. Mr. Gery was clear and Ghea was not angry just again with her husband doang. hihiiii

hence Mr. Ger if there is anything honest it is better. A yekannn? Hiiii

...Yuk spam Next again guys!!!!!!!!...

Seizies

The amateur writer who was again upset from kemarennn