My Love Teacher's

Gara - Chicken

"What is Phoo?"

"Your favorite egg." replied Aroon while showing the cuisine that has been made by Cyra.

"Phoo know I like eggs?"

Aroon. "Mom Cyra told me. Want to eat together?"

"Well I want to." replied Gio excitedly.

They both headed to the dining table. There's ready to make Tika and Jono.

"Please sir."

"Thank you bik."

"Do you want to get me some rice now?" bik Tika offers.

"May." answered Aroon. "Well, we want to eat Cyra's cooking."

"Oh egg dishes. Last morning I saw Ms. Cyra's passion for cooking it." Tika's story.

At first Aroon had doubts about Cyra's cooking, he only took a little. Unlike Gio who immediately took a lot because he really likes eggs.

"Nake?" ask Aroon.

"Hmm, what a great Phoo."

"Is it really that good?"

Gio simply nodded without making a sound as his mouth was full of food. He then took it again until he added rice.

That's what Aroon thought. He then put a mouthful of rice and egg dishes into his mouth. And "Hmmm, it turns out to be delicious."

"Phoo doesn't believe me" Gio said as he picked up the rest of the eggs on the plate.

"You spent it?"

"Of course, this is delicious."

Aroon sighed, apparently he lost quickly to Gio.

"Bik Tika I'm full."

"Of course, young master, this morning master ate a lot."

"I couldn't walk." Gio rubbed - rubbed his distended stomach. "I'm having trouble getting to the study, Tika."

"Huh because eggs make you lazy to learn. I'm gonna ban Miss Cyra from cooking for you."

"Don't Phoo. Later in the day I'll ask him to cook for me again."

Aroon smiled slightly. "Alright if that's what you want. I'll accompany you to lunch."

"Yeayyy." shouted Gio happily.

Omar and Olif had already come to pick him up to study. "Phoo I'll study first." said Gio while hugging Aroon.

Meanwhile..

"Stupid all of you!!!" Biantara was angry and slammed the goods in front of him. "How can you fail?!"

"Sorry our master has put in the medicine and all the workers have stomach pains so it is impossible to harvest. But____."

"But why?!"

"There was a new worker on the plantation who deployed all the remaining people to harvest the mustard with him."

"Who is he?"

"According to information he's Mr. Aroon's son's teacher."

"Hmm, that's interesting. A teacher can mobilize people to harvest so much." Biantara seemed to think. "Investigate, if you can make the teacher deterred by helping Aroon too much."

"Good sir."

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"Good morning Gio."

"For Cyra's mom."

"Why aren't you excited?"

"My stomach is full."

"You eat my cooking?"

"Yes, I ate with Phoo. And it's too good, Miss Cyra."

"really? What about your father?"

"He ate a little."

Cyra was a bit disappointed to hear that Aroon did not like his cooking.

"Well, it's okay if your dad doesn't like it, what matters is you like."

"I love it so much and I want to have lunch later."

"Aren't you bored?"

"Not with eggs."

"What if we catch a chicken and cook it with eggs?" cyra

"It seems to attract young masters." Olif said.

"Well I agree, I haven't caught a chicken in a long time" Omar added.

"Well later in the day we will hunt Chicken, Mumpung cloudy atmosphere" said Cyra. "But now we learn first."

"Well, Miss Cyra." answer everyone.

This time they learned about Social Sciences. After the agreement last night Cyra did not get any more resistance from Gio. He became more obedient and considered him a friend. This makes the learning provided by Cyra easier to catch by Gio. After nearly four hours of study, it was finally finished as well.

"Yes, it's finally over." Omar raised his hand up to stretch a muscle. "Mrs Cyra."

"Yes, Omar."

"So we catch a chicken?"

"So dong. How's Gio, you coming?"

"Surely."

"Well, because everyone is enthusiastic, what if we have a challenge?"

"Again." yelled everyone.

"What a challenge is Miss Cyra" asked Omar impatiently.

"If we can catch a chicken we'll be king for a day."

"meaning?" ask Gio

"We can govern people as we please, but what matters is not to violate manners."

"Alright, let's start." Omar and Olif replied simultaneously. They seem to be impatient.

After arriving at the chicken farm they made a fence-like net and released some chickens.

"Well now let's start catching him."

"Come on!" yelled Gio, Omar and Olif together.

Cyra put a whistle in her mouth. When it almost blew it up - arrived..

"What are you guys doing?"

"Sir." Cyra looked back as if Aroon and Shamsudin were coming at them.

"Why did you bring a whistle?"

Gio came to hug Aroon. "We're going to do a game of catching chickens. Who can catch him first he will be king one day." replied Gio. "Phoo want to come?"

"May." answered Aroon.

The faces of Omar and Olif were disappointed because if Aroon came, of course, they were not free to catch the Chicken. Cyra saw it and finally came up with an idea.

"Master can come, but must obey the rules. How's it?"

"What are the rules of the game?"

"Alright here we are all the same here as the competition participants, so there are no superiors or subordinates. The goal is to catch the chicken that we're going to make our lunch."

"How about nudging, pushing is it okay mom?"

"Of course you can, including nudging and pushing Mr. Aroon. Isn't that sir?"

"Yes." answered Aroon lightly.

"Yes." replied Omar and Olif together.

"Don't be happy first, you must lose to me."

"Master, don't be happy either. Being in the village catching chickens was an easy thing for me. Isn't that Mr Uo?" Cyra bragged.

Syamsudin just nodded. "Let me be the judge."

Aroon nodded in agreement. Aroon undressed and only bare-chested.

"What are you doing?!" cry Cyra while looking away. "It's a Chicken-catch race, not an open-air race - it's not that vulgar."

"Do you want to take responsibility if my shirt is dirty?"

"Yes no sir." answered Cyra. Frankly, he was embarrassed. Because the man who was often bare-chested in front of him was only father. It's only natural that he's not used to seeing other men's bodies. Especially this is muscular.

"And there are no rules, right, if you have to wear clothes?"

"Yes, yes." answered Cyra, lowering her head. Ah shit right, why the hell is that muscular guy even undressing, this disturbs my concentration I thought Cyra.

He gave the code to his Pak Uo for the race to start immediately.

The five of them were ready to standby, the chickens that were released were only two tails. That's the level of difficulty. Cyra had already rolled up her sleeves and also tied her hair up. He stretches the muscles for a while because catching chickens with his bare hands needs tactics and of course exertion.

"Prrieiittt." Syamsudin blew the whistle.

With nimble Cyra moved forward. He ran after the brown chicken but with a deliberate movement Omar nudged Cyra.

"I'm sorry Master." stick it out while sticking out your tongue.

Cyra got up soon. Hmmm it turns out that Omar can not be underestimated he thought. He saw a white chicken passing by he immediately chased after him and it turned out that the white chicken was also targeted by Aroon. I can't lose his resolve. He ran after Aroon and pushed him.

"Hey!" shout Aroon.

"Ups sorry sir." said Cyra while smiling wryly.

"Bare you!"

"Remember the rules sir." answered Cyra and he ran back to chase the chicken again.

Meanwhile, Gio, Omar and Olif have been fighting over the brown chicken and Omar and Olif are grabbing each other.

"Huhahahah." Cyra laughed out loud - bahak, looking at their already tangled hair. Even without hesitation Olif scratched Omar until his clothes were tattered camping.

"Don't just laugh, miss, if you don't want to lose" whispered Aroon in his ear and it made Cyra realize that they were still competing.

Cyra soon returns to alert mode and starts chasing the white chicken again. And it seems that Aroon does not want to lose he is chasing a brown chicken. Cyra tried to move slowly and did not panic the Chicken. Hmmm, a little more must have thought. Cyra already took a swipe to hit it. He began to jump towards the Chicken and.

"Husshhh..! Husshhhhhhhhh..!"

Someone made such a loud noise that when Cyra jumped the chicken ran away.

"Acchhh siialll!!!" yells irritated. Moreover, it fell in the mud.

"Hahahaah, you got karma for laughing at them" cried Aroon. He was very happy with Cyra who entered the mud pit. "See face.. Huhahahh."

Omar and Olif laughed, but the loudest one laughed was Shamsudin because he saw Cyra's face that was covered in mud.

"Mr Uo!" annoyed screams.

"Sorry Cyra, your face is so funny."

That answer made Aroon laugh even more. "Like a clown."

Damn I was laughed at by him, but he made a sound until I failed to catch the Chicken. "Master!" cyra shouted annoyedly. He stood up and ran towards Aroon who was still laughing with his hands full of mud.

"Hey what are you doing?!" shout Aroon.

Cyra paid no heed to the words of her master. Infuriated, she crushes until Aroon falls to the ground, and Cyra quickly sits on top of her body and starts putting mud all over her face. "Feel this sir." And he kept putting the mud on Aroon's face and body. It also tickled Aroon's waist.

"Hey stop! I know!"

"This is my revenge because master deliberately made the chicken run."

Aroon catches Cyra's hands. "You forget, all have the right to thwart the opponent to get the Chicken. That's the rules, right?!"

Cyra was silent because he realized his mistake, he should not be angry at Aroon. The originally angry Cyra returned to calm down.

Omar, Olif and Syamsudin were very surprised by their position.

"Mrs Cyra."

Cyra. "What Omar?"

Omar pointed. "That."

Cyra soon realized that this position was very impudent. He is confused how. Frankly he was ashamed because he showed an inappropriate attitude as a teacher.

"Down." Aroon's orders. Damn it's been four years of my precious not waking up, I have to be wary of Cyra. Seen to me there's only Davira thought Aroon.

"Sorry sir" he said, looking down.

Arrive - arrive.

"Yeeayy! I managed to catch the chicken." shouted Gio. All switch to Gio. And that opportunity Cyra used to avoid Aroon.

"Well, you're great, Gio. Good job." praise Cyra while approaching Gio.

"Uh mom Cyra stinks."

"really?"

"It stinks."

"Don't say that Gio." Aroon approached Gio.

"Uh Phoo also stinks. What the hell are you doing until it smells like that" he said, closing his nose.

"Hmmm. Then I'll take a shower." Cyra turned away.

"His Chicken?"

Cyra stopped her steps. He turned and brought the chicken. "Mother will have Jono slaughter it. What do you want cooked?"

"Chicken with ginger." replied Gio.

"Well after the shower I'll cook." Cyra immediately left them. Huh all because of Chicken.

Aroon looked at Cyra's departure with a deep look. Shamsudin immediately approached his master.

"I'm sorry my nephew sir, you're getting dirty."

"It's okay, sham, I'll take a shower, too."

Aroon also went to his room.

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After everything is finished lunch with the Ginger Chicken made by Cyra. Gio is back to learning.

"What do you want to learn?"

"I want to draw."

"All right let's draw together."

"What's Cyra's theme?" ask Olif.

"Hmmm what if your mind or something you want to do with a loved one?"

"Agreed."

They were all ready with drawing equipment. Gio started to scratch pencils in his drawing book. Cyra patiently accompanied them. He saw a picture of Gio. But there is no picture of what it is.

An hour has passed.

"It's over?"

"Mom." answered everything.

"Oke Olif show me your picture."

"I actually want a way out of the country with Omar and the young master." Olif explained the picture in his hand.

"Ah don't dream of you." ledek Omar

"It's up to me dong. That's why the teacher said we drew something we wanted to do with the people closest to us."

"Yes Omar, what Olif said was true. And I don't think there's anything wrong. That means Olif loves you and Gio very much" Cyra said. "If you were, what did you draw?"

"Hehehehhh. I want to fish with young master and Olif."

"Haha.. Whatisit? Fishing out? Hah it's not a nice thing to know." said Olif.

"It's okay what Olif is, what Omar is doing is also a good thing. We should respect each other."

They both nodded - nodding.

"Well now, what are you drawing Gio?"

Shamefully Gio showed the picture. He remained silent without explanation. Cyra looked at the picture carefully.

"Oh, the teacher knows. You want a birthday."

Gio nodded.

"Good, who is this?"

"That's Phoo." she answered softly.

"Gio wants to celebrate his birthday with dad?"

Gio nodded slowly.

"Well then we'll celebrate your birthday with your father. We celebrate as much as possible. How's it?"

Gio smiled and hugged Cyra. "Yes, I want Cyra's mom."

"Well, I'll ask your father for permission."

"It's best not to ma'am." said Omar.

"Why?" ask Cyra confused.

Omar and Olif pulled him out of the study. "Mom Cyra knows Gio's birthday?"

"Hmm. know. Eighteen days this month. That means one more week."

"No, that's not what I mean."

"Want to?"

"Young master's birthday coincides with the date of Madame Davira's death. So you won't have any party. Every eighteenth day the lord would spend time sitting in the room drinking. So don't try - try proposing a young master's birthday."

"No Omar, you shouldn't dissolve into grief and Gio is the victim."

"Don't miss Cyra." stop Olif.

"No, I'll still propose a birthday celebration for Gio."

Cyra is determined to persuade Aroon to celebrate Gio's birthday and not only this time but every year should be celebrated.

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