The Married With Teacher
CCTV

...Everyone can trust others. But before that try to believe in yourself first....

...Gery Mahardika Putra's...

...****...

“Ghe ..” Mr. Gery calls with his soft voice capable of hypnotizing Ghea to raise his gaze a little. Ghea's head leaning against Pak Gery's chest made him not have to give her distance. Because it can provide a great sense of comfort for him.

“What?”

Even with Mr. Gery lowered his gaze so that it brought the four eyes together in a straight line. Mr. Gery can see his reflection in Ghea's beautiful eyeballs.

Short peek of his hair, Mr. Gery again tightened his embrace.

Both are no longer on the road. Now Ghea and Mr. Gery are in a place that is not foreign. The silent witness of all time will be himself who always mingle love with Ghea. Share a warm hug, share stories and chat.

“You've been friends with Reza and Ocy for a long time?” Mr. Gery pulled a bit of his blanket up to Ghea's waist.

“Udah. From me Junior High if the same Ocy.” Ghea answered. Keep both hands from encircling Mr. Gery's stomach, the girl then gives distance between herself and Mr. Gery who is leaning on the hearboad. “Why?” Because Ghea was curious, why did Mr. Gery suddenly ask about his friendship with Ocy and Reza.

“Then same Reza?” Instead of answering Ghea's question, the guy threw the question back. This time accompanied by Mr. Gery's finger which slipped Ghea's fine hair that decomposed to the back of the ear.

“From small. From TK.” Ghea. Sit facing Mr. Gery with his legs crossed. “Why, the hell, the guy, Mas? Tumben.”

“You want to know, the reason why I want to rush your marriage? Though the agreement is also fitting you graduate school, right?”

I don't know, if Mr. Gery is diverting curious Ghea or indeed the intention of the chat there.

Ghea shook her head. “Why?”

“This is another seat!” Mr. Gery's hand pulled Ghea's hand which was stored on his lap. Ghea according. Sit back as before. Mr. Gery pulled Ghea's head to lean back against his chest again.

Next Ghea felt the burly hand caress the back of her head. And it's very calming. “Because I'm jealous of your closeness with Reza. Especially when you know Reza once shot you,” said the guy did not stop moving his palms up and down behind Ghea's head.

Ghea should just laugh at Mr. Gery for his honesty. Or as loud as possible.

But what Ghea did was not that. Quiet with an uncertain feeling. Not knowing exactly what to respond to.

Ghea thought. Wanna ask. How deep does Mr. Gery feel for him?

“I didn't tell you not to be friends with him anymore. But I hope you are sensitive to her feelings!”

Mr. Gery did not see if at this time Ghea's forehead was wrinkled so deep that it was visible in several layers. However, the man knew what his head was thinking.

“You understand what I mean?”

Ghea no longer felt the soft elusan behind her head. But now it is precisely Ghea's chin that feels a warm touch by both fingers before the chin is pulled by the owner of the finger that can warm it. So that his face looked up then the view again met each other in a straight line.

Whether what the gaze of the owner of the gray eyeball meant, Ghea was unable to interpret it.

“Ghe,”

That gentle call resuscitated him again from daydreaming. “Understanding right?”

Ghea's head should have shaken in response to his incomprehension. Instead of that, Ghea's head nodded. His body and heart betrayed each other. Again.

“I don't have to tell or explain it right now, Ghe. Gradually you will also know by itself.” Ghea looked at Mr. Gery's interested lips. Give her the best smile. “Now sleeping, yes. It's a really big night. Tomorrow do not let the misfortune to go to school. No repeat!”

...**...

Lying if Ghea did not feel curious about the intention of the chat last night. Also curious about who Mr. Gery called when he got out of the movie theater. Because Ghea saw Mr. Gery's expression when he received the call. His eyes turned cold, and occasionally Ghea saw Mr. Gery's clenched hands until his books turned white.

“What is this Dita problem again?” muttered. Ghea walked languidly in the school corridor to her classroom. This morning Ghea did not leave with Mr. Gery or with Chacha who drove her, because Mr. Gery said Chacha was having other work from him. I don't know, Ghea doesn't want to know what kind of job Gery gave Chacha.

“But it seems not. You see last night Mas Gery no longer discussed about the girl.” Because Ghea was sure, when it comes to Dita Pak Gery will be frank with him.

“Ah know, ah. Even think of gini I am.” Accelerate Ghea's steps in the school corridor. But when Ghea was about to turn, her body was even silent. Ghea almost fell down if there was no other hand to pull her hand.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Ghea with funny naughtiness. Feeling stupid until Ghea saw no one else at the turn.

“Iya. Sorry too. I was in a hurry again about it earlier.” said the owner of the hand that pulled Ghea's hand.

“Lo new until?” ask Alvin a little chat.

Ghea nodded. “Iya.”

Furthermore, there was no sound anymore because Ghea decided to immediately enter her class.

Likewise with alvin who initially wanted to go to the toilet. But before arriving, Alvin saw Reza and someone like talking seriously. At first Alvin was not interested at all because he thought it was none of his business. But when they accidentally heard their chat about the perpetrator of the photo, Alvin's body suddenly stiffened.

“No way, Yur.  It must be wrong."

“No way I'm wrong, Rez.” Yura gripped each other's fingers in front of her stomach. Like the girl was in a tremendous fear.  And Reza could see the expression on Yura's face that was very subtle. Yura's eyeballs swayed here and there as if she was alert if later afraid someone would eavesdrop on her conversation with reza.

“Gue guessed. If you won't believe me.”

“Emang!” Reza answered pongah. And secretly Yura again felt a tightness in her chest as Reza did not believe her.

Naturally, if the guy doesn't believe him. Because Yura's attitude towards Ghea all this time made her so.

“If so, let you believe. How about we check in the CCTV room?” his challenge.

“CCTV?”

Yura's eyeballs swayed again. “Iya. Let you believe it. I promised I'd help you find out who did.”

...TBC...

Hi I updated again. It's a little afternoon, isn't it?

Earlier sorry if I am often late to update or sometimes perforated.

But as I should always say thank you to those who have read this story.

Thank you for waiting faithfully. I know waiting is not good.

Thank you for giving me comments that made me excited.

Thank you for pressing his thumb even though I know not everything from the stray presses him.

I always pray, may you like this enigmatic story.

Not bored because that's what I expected.

May you who read this be healthy and happy.

Sorry I always say hello at the end of the story under this TBC. Don't be upset because I love you who read this story.

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