The Naughty Disciple Trap
Return Me...

Her morning...

"Aren't there clothes you deserve to wear? Your sports clothes are tight. Don't you think you're going to be served breakfast by the students at school?" Again Satria commented about his clothes, but last night Mashayu was given a threat that made him scowl upset, and this morning Satria again reprimanded him with the same problem.

Mashayu finished the rope in her shoes and then immediately stepped closer. The girl eroded the distance to leave only one inch, it was counted right on her chest. Mashayu squinted at Satria who threw away her face when she knew Mashayu deliberately positioned herself until she almost touched each other.

"Father made me very moved, the attention of the Father beat my Papah. It seems like you deserve to say your dream husband, but I want to remind you if your wife was born sexy and nervous, so wearing clothes that are one size above the size of her body will still look tempting. You understand now?" shayu asked with a soft voice and a fluffy smile. It felt like he was very anxious with the teacher who was predicated as the husband.

Satria turned to Shayu, it was not only Mashayu who felt anxious. Satria also felt what Shayu felt, only the difference is that Satria is anxious because her little wife is very difficult to manage and there is always an answer if told. Not to mention Shayu's behavior that makes her bother every day.

"You're the wife of a teacher and here you live with my family, it's appropriate that you take care of your appearance so that they don't think I can't educate you!"

"Wow... Mr Satria has admitted me as a wife now? Have you forgotten the past? It's amazing, you made me feel overwhelmed. Just a week married to me can already forget the ex. Be aware that a week later you will fall in love with me! I don't want responsibility sir."

Mashayu immediately turned her body and grabbed the bag to immediately exit the room, one room with Satria long ago made her sultry. Especially the stiff Satria like dried crackers.

Satria just sighed heavily looking at Mashayu who had already come out of the room. Satria still did not expect the fate of her life to marry her own protege. If the girl he married kalem maybe Satria is still tolerant, but this is very far from the criteria, especially Mashayu is good at tongue-licking.

In the first hour Satria got an additional task because the sports teacher was sick and did not enter teaching. He was mandated to teach mathematics as well as sports. So today the task is full until the hours of school. Luckily his body condition has improved after taking the drug last night, only a mild flu can still be conditioned.

From a distance the students of class XII IPA 2 look stunned to see the appearance of Satria is not as usual. Satria wears a collared shirt with training pants and sports shoes, not to miss the hat he wears is very supportive of his appearance.

All the students were smiling at the arrival of the handsome teacher who stepped into the field. However, not with Mashayu who stares at Satria's arrival. Mashayu is not hypocritical, damage Guru Gamonnya is indeed nothing to match but I am sick of hearing he is always praised by other students.

"Crazy, this just fails to focus."

"We want to be taught how to warm up the model? I haven't warmed up yet, I'm suddenly this hot."

"It feels like I want to tie it up and pull it home."

"It's indeed Mr. Satria's goat!"

The students were very vocal and talked about the arrival of Satria. Mashayu simply shook her head by rotating her eyeballs.

"Shay, how are you? I just feel like peeing see Mr. Satria, duuuhhh... Getting closer. Feel the pink riding prince."

"You think ponies! Ah, let's line up! Lack of work once you guys, do not continue to be flattered so! Later the hat can be released because the head of Mr. Satria enlarged after hearing your praise," chirped Mashayu origin, then tidied up his line of friends to prepare the heater.

Satria smiled seeing that it was neat, then started to greet all of her students.

"Good morning everyone..."

"For the sir" replied his disciple simultaneously.

"One pede you!" ketus Mashayu wails but can still be heard by Satria. The man only gave a smile hearing a voice he was very familiar with.

"Today I replaced Mr. Johan because he was ill. Okay, now we start warming up and continue running one round then the value retrieval put the ball into the basketball hoop. Let's start warming up!" exclaim Satria interrupts.

All students compactly warm up and continue with a run of one round on the field. They seem enthusiastic especially the students who caper when consciously noticed by Mr. Satria. Their sweat began to pour.

One by one the students ran past Mr. Satria who stood by putting one hand in his pants pocket. Until now it was Mashayu's turn to attract the attention of Satria, but not her face but the chest that began to get wet with sweat. Even Satria heard the discordant voices of the students who were so praising and longing for the girl.

Satria quickly stopped Shayu's steps by pulling the girl's hand to step aside so as not to get hit with the student running behind her.

Shayu who was not ready like slammed into the chest of Satria field. Both sets of their eyes clashed. Shayu suddenly gets nervous with a racing heart. Though his heart was beating fast when running, but in this position Mashayu suddenly like running five times round to make his breath so tight.

"I'll wait in the barn! Take a basketball and don't take anyone!" satria said coldly then pushed Mashayu to make the girl realize she had been left behind.

Shayu was suddenly dazed by what happened, Arita who had finished running and approached Shayu. Many other students whispered after they saw the friendly scene of Shayu and Pak Satria.

"Shay, wake up!" Arita suddenly boasted a smile with squinting eyes looking at Shayu like a confused person. "My name is the same to me that you have been fascinated with Mr. Satria... Cie... Not good for the mood booster, not touched by a girlfriend but not strong with a touch of Mr. Satria. If it were me, it would have fainted..."

Shayu who was aware of Arita's words immediately stared fiercely at her best friend. "Don't fret! I'm going to the barn to get the ball." Shayu remembered Satria's orders and immediately stepped towards the warehouse.

"You want to help me not?"

"On my own, I'm still strong!" exciting Mashayu.

Arriving inside the warehouse Mashayu was startled by a door that closed abruptly, and even more surprisingly as he felt his arm being pushed until his body hit the door.

"Satria sir," cried Mashayu who was still panicking.

"Don't be noisy! Do you know why I told you to come here?"

"To pick up the ball sir," replied Mashayu nervously as she saw Satria's sharp eyes. Moreover, his face was not relaxed, making Mashayu so difficult to swallow his saliva.

"See your clothes! You're holding a man's wild eyes on you. I reiterate once again, never look like a woman who put a bandrol on her body! Because men's minds are not the same. Groan..."

PLAQUES

The words of the knight came to a halt as the slap landed perfectly from Mashayu's smooth hand. He saw Mashayu's face flushed with teary eyes. It seems like what she said offended Shayu.

"Return me if you mind having a cheap wife!" Mashayu immediately pushed Satria's body and grabbed two basketballs and quickly walked out of the room.

Satria rubbed her face rough after seeing Mashayu who was already out of the room. Satria let out a heavy sigh, she was aware of his outrageous remarks. However, he could not keep quiet seeing Shayu freely fall prey to the wild eyes of the man who looked at the girl's body with a hungry look.