I Love U Honey's
Private Teacher

At breakfast.

“Love, I've asked Arshinta for help to find you a personal teacher.” Abraham said, enjoying his breakfast.

“Private teacher? What is it like?”

“Teacher who will teach you. You said you wanted to learn, right? You can study at home, Home Schooling is called.”

“Home schooling?” Bellova's confused.

“Iya, you can also get a diploma if you want.”

Bellova shook her head, “No, I don't need to have a diploma, the important thing is I can learn.” Her request.

“Oh, no problem. Maybe today he will come. We can meet him soon.”

“The magic is male or female?”

“You want a boy or a girl?” Abraham asked Bellova again, raising his face and looking at his wife.

“Mm, women only,” replied Bellova.

“Why not men only?”

“No, I'm ashamed that the teacher is a boy. If it is a woman, I can learn comfortably and not be ashamed to ask.”

In fact, Abraham deliberately set her up with the question of gender selection.

“Good, I also prefer that your teacher is female.”

“Why? Are you jealous later?”

“Uhuk... uhuk.. jealousy? Wh who? Me? Yes 'no Love,” because of a cough, he took drinking water.

‘Am I jealous?’

“Bram not to the office?”

“Maybe it will be noon, after meeting your Master.”

“Oh.”

An hour later, the teacher who was waiting came. Abraham got a little information from Arshinta who was just sent via WA message. While waiting for her arrival, she sat down casually on the sofa together with Bellova.

Bellova opened the door.

“Hallo, good morning,” greet a woman who turned out to squeeze the bell.

“Good morning too, please come in,” Bellova let her in.

Sarah, the woman who would become Bellova's personal teacher, entered. His eyes immediately looked around the place in astonishment.

‘Big is also his home.’

After closing the door, Bellova invited Sarah to sit down with them.

Abraham sat on the sofa, lifting one leg above the other.

“Bram, my Master has come,” said Bellova calling her husband.

Abraham who was still focused on his phone raised his face, looking at Sarah who was smiling kindly at him.

“Oh, hello, please sit,”

“Hallo Mr. Abraham, my name is Sarah,” he said introducing himself to shake hands. Abraham also reached out to shake his hand.

“Teacher sarah, what would you like to drink? Let me make it.”

“I-

“Love, you just sit down, there is already a teapot containing cold oranges, this is it.” said Abraham. He does not want his wife to serve others who are not close.

“Iya Ma'am. Don't bother,” says Sarah.

Bellova sat back.

Sarah introduced herself again. Demonstrate a valuable certificate as a support to be accepted to work as a personal teacher.

Abraham read it carefully. Sarah and Bellova both smiled.

“Alright, I believe. From tomorrow, you come here to educate my wife, Bellova.” Appoint Abraham to Bellova, who sits in front of him, beside Sarah.

“Yes Mr. Abraham, I have also heard a little information from Miss Arshinta.”

“Good. Please when teaching him don't overdo it. No need to do violence or abuse, you understand right?”

“Yes, I understand Sir. I also do not like and disagree such teaching. Of course I will not do it.”

“Oke, I believe. Starting tomorrow, at 9 am you should come and start teaching. Every month I'll pay you 10 million-

“Bram?” Bellova was surprised to hear the pay to be given to Sarah, too big.

Abraham raised one hand so that Bellova would not have to worry. Bellova was silent.

“Love, is there anything you want to ask her?”

“Mm, no.” Embarrassed answer.

“Then you can go home, tomorrow you can come again,” tell Bram.

“Oh, okay. Excuse me, sir, ma'am. See you tomorrow,” Sarah stands, collect all the certificates and put them back in her bag.

Bellova escorted Sarah out the door.

Abraham opened his cell phone.

Bellova comes again, “How? Do you like it?”

“Iya, I like it. But, why is the payment expensive?” that made Bellova's face uneasy.

“As long as you like it, that price doesn't matter to me.”

“It's really okay? Your money won't run out?”

“Pft, where maybe my money will run out. Even for hundreds of teachers for such a fee, it won't make all my money run out, Love.” He said proud.

Bellova nodded slowly.

“Love, can you get me my jacket? I'll go to the office now,” Abraham stands.

“Iya, briefly yes,” Bellova ran up the stairs, “Don't run Love!” shouted Abraham. Bellova walked slowly.

A few minutes later, Bellova arrived and brought Abraham's jacket.

“This,”

“I'll go. From tomorrow, you will learn. Don't cook and drop off my lunch. I'm gonna eat out with Adley. And you too, if you feel you have no time to cook, just order online.”

Bellova objected, the look on her face turned flat.

“How? Why are you silent?”

“Iya, I understand.” he replied slowly. From his tone of voice, there was disappointment he felt.

“So, what every day during my study, not delivering your lunch?” bellova asked, her face hoping for a change.

Abraham considered it, “Let's just talk about yes, there's a call coming in, I have to go.”

“Yes, be careful on the road yes,” Bellova waved her hand.

Just how many steps Abraham walked out of the house, suddenly back again approached Bellova who was still standing had not closed the door.

The cup!

He kissed Bellova's forehead, “Be careful at home, see you,” Abraham went to wave his hand.

“She...he kissed my forehead again? I think he forgot,” his face flushed red and held a forehead.

***

The next morning, Bellova awaits Sarah's arrival to teach her first. He was nervous waiting for the arrival of his personal Master. Abraham went to work.

Ting!

Hearing the bell, Bellova ran. Who was in front of the door. His face was happy because it turned out that the person he was waiting for had already come.

“Good morning Mrs Teacher Sarah,” said Bellova welcomed Sarah's arrival.

“Good morning Ms. Bellova,” reply smile kindly.

“Let's go to Bu Guru,” take Bellova, and close the door again.

“Mmm, where is your husband? I don't see it?” his eyes looked for Abraham.

“She has left for work.”

“Oh yes? What time does it leave?”

“Hour half 9, sometimes 8 hours. Miss Sarah want to drink what?” Bellova stood up and Sarah was already sitting on the sofa, putting down her bag.

“No need to bother Bu Bellova.”

“Not really, so that Miss Sarah does not thirst later.”

“Okay, how ya. If you don't mind, it's cold Mom. Cold plain white water alone does not matter.”

“Alright then. I made it first yes. I also like to drink cold,” said Bellova walking towards the kitchen.

“What can I help you with?” sarah asked, her voice a little loud so Bellova could hear her already in the kitchen.

“No need Miss Sarah,”

As long as Bellova was in the kitchen, Sarah looked around.

‘So they're husband and wife? I thought that woman was his servant.’