My Love Teacher's

Gio's Birthday

Cyra if he has the determination then he will try as hard as possible to make it happen. Moreover, this is the right thing. Gio deserves happiness.

He was standing at the door of Aroon's office. Before knocking he took a deep breath and did not forget to pray.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Lake in."

"Good night, sir."

"Night. What's the need?"

Cyra handed a paper in front of Aroon.

"What's this?"

"That's an image that Gio made when we held a lesson about art. I told Gio to describe something he wanted to do together with the person he loved."

"Keep."

"And you can see in the picture what Gio wants."

"It's me?" asked Aroon while pointing to the picture

"Well, that's right, sir, and next to him is Gio. Master and Gio were holding hands in a happy state as they celebrated their anniversary together. It's Gio's birthday. So Gio wanted to celebrate his birthday together with mister."

Aroon was speechless, his eyes seemed to light up full of anger and his hands trembled holding the drawing paper in front of him. "What do you mean?" ask with a tone full of emphasis.

"So I mean, as a teacher I want to make things happen - things that my students want to do. Because I don't think birthday celebrations are a bad thing."

"Isn't something wrong?" ask Aroon. "What do you know about Gio's birthday?!"

"I'm sorry I found out about it. Why hasn't Gio ever celebrated his birthday."

"Please you!"

"I do this for the happiness of my students. And that's just a job."

Bra!!! Aroon's breaking the table. "Stop! Stopit! Before I was really mad at you!"

"I will not stop here and I will continue to fight for Gio" Cyra replied. "Don't you think this isn't fair to him. He's a kid who doesn't know what. But master sacrificed his happiness for your own grief. Don't you feel this is too selfish."

"You I paid to educate my son! Not to interfere in my personal affairs! Understood!"

"I don't want to interfere in your personal life. But didn't you sacrifice yourself for Gio's happiness once." Cyra replied no less fiercely. "Gio's son master the only one. The most precious thing that Madame Davira left for master. The master should take care of him, give him attention and make him happy. But what I saw was quite the opposite, a child who grew up without attention because his father was so absorbed in grief. How selfish and ironic."

"Shut up! Silence you!" shout Aroon. "Do you know what it's like to lose?" Aroon gripped Cyra's jaw.

"Never feel like you're the only one with a serious problem in this world, sir. Every living thing will be tested by God. It's about how we get up after a slump. And I am very disappointed that a man and a well-educated father handled the problems of living with sadness. You should have survived."

"out! Algari!!!" aroon shouted while throwing Cyra. "out! Before I act out of control!"

Cyra stood up, her eyes glazed with glass as she felt pain in her jaw from Aroon's grip. "I'm going out. But if you think I'm going to give up it's wrong. I will not give up and continue to fight for the happiness of my protege Gio." said Cyra. "This is Gio's birthday proposal which will be implemented in a week. I hope you read it and give me permission." Cyra put the proposal on Aroon's table looking away.

"I'm sorry sir." said Cyra immediately leaving Aroon's study. As soon as he came out, his feet and hands trembled. Over and over he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm his emotions.

"The father of the same son - as stubborn as his head."

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That morning Gio wanted to study outside. They learn to plant flowers. Cyra chose a place close to the main house.

"Gio, what's Mae Davira's favorite flower?"

"Little time there were always roses in my room. Maybe it's Mae's favorite flower."

"Well, this time we will make a small garden and we will put roses in it. How's it?"

"Well, I want to."

"Omar and Olif please grab a hoe, a shovel and a bucket. We're gonna make a little garden for Mae Davira."

"Guess to the teacher."

The two of them immediately went to the equipment warehouse, retrieving some of the tools used. They love to make a small garden. The garden was created by Gio for his mother.

After nearly four hours.

"Yeay is finally done too." shouted Gio.

"You did it Gio. Good job." praise Cyra.

"Young master is cool." praise Omar and Olif while sleeping in the grass tired.

"I'll get you some food and drinks in the kitchen. I made a cake this morning." Cyra immediately washed her hands cleanly and went to the kitchen to pick up food and drinks.

Not long after he came back. "Let's eat and drink first."

Omar poured orange juice into a glass and drank it. "Huh fresh."

"This boy." praised Olif while biting Cyra's bread.

"Everything feels good because we're hungry and together" explains Cyra.

"Mrs Cyra."

"Yes Omar."

"Has it been successful in persuading the master?"

"Yet. These days he's always been avoiding me."

"When the birthday of the young master is less than two days away." said Olif.

"Mom Cyra, if Phoo doesn't agree I don't mind."

"No Gio, we don't give up. There's still time." answered Cyra. "Give me this, believe me I can."

"The spirit of Cyra" said Omar and Olif.

Meanwhile a pair of eyes were watching them from earlier. Since the park was made to completion.

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"Go! Don't bother me!"

"A little while, sir. Give me some time."

"If it's Gio's birthday, I don't want to hear. I'm sticking to my decision."

"Master please. Just a moment and I won't give up." Cyra tried to convince Aroon. But it seemed that he had not yet succeeded in moving Aroon's heart. Cyra almost lost his mind, he had to pull Aroon's hand and take him somewhere.

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

"Sorry sir, this I did because I had to." Cyra continued to pull Aroon's hand and took her to the garden she had made with Gio.

"What's this?"

"See this sir. This is Gio's garden. He made this garden for Madame Davira." Cyra explained gasping for breath as he had already pulled Aroon's large body.

Aroon just kept quiet to hear Cyra's explanation.

"It's Miss Davira's favorite rose, isn't it? Although when the madam died, Gio was still two years old but he could already feel the memories of the presence of the mistress and it was proven with Gio knew the mistress's favorite flower."

Aroon looked back at the garden made by his son. Well Davika does love roses recalls Aroon.

"I know that you love Madame Davira very much, but you forgot the precious thing that she left you. That means it's the same as you don't appreciate Madame Davika's sacrifice."

"Enough Cyra" said Aroon in a soft voice.

"Master, please love the mistress for the rest of your life sir but please don't ignore Gio. He needs the attention of the master. You must rise from the fall."  Cyra looked at Aroon with a pushy look.

"Cyra."

"Yes sir."

"Don't talk about this anymore, I take it as the last one" Aroon said, leaving Cyra alone.

"I will not give up, sir! I will wait for you here to give your consent." cried Cyra. But Aroon continued to step away regardless.

Tonight Cyra is waiting for Aroon at Gio's artificial garden. According to Fahri, the master is out and will usually go home late at night. It's your custom to approach the day of Madame Davira's death. Sometimes they even come home drunk.

Cyra repeatedly looked at the clock in her hand.

Eleven o'clock at night, why don't you come home. Where it's cold again, Cyra closes her jacket. He sits cross-legged near the park. Besides, there's Gio's birthday proposal.

"Cyra."

"Mr Uo."

"That's it, stop that effort. If you have a decision, it won't change it again. Moreover, this concerns the day of Madame Davira's death."

"I just want to change his view. People may be sad but don't ignore people who are always beside us."

"It takes time, sir it just takes time."

"He is a cowardly, selfish and selfish man. It's been four years. It's okay to keep loving the madam but she should rise up for her son."

"Well whose heart people know." replied Shamsudin. "Come in, the night's getting colder. I don't want you to get sick."

"No, Mr. Uo, I'll stay here until you really want to sign this proposal."

"Yes, you are the same - just as stubborn." said Syamsudin. "I'm sleepy, I want to rest."

"Thank you for accompanying me, Mr. Uo."

Shamsudin left Cyra alone. Cyra repeatedly shivered in the cold. A cup of hot coffee can not eliminate the cold that stabs to the bone. Cyra collected some dried twigs and made them campfires. Well good enough to dispel the cold.

Cyra's eyes began to be unable to condition, he was sleepy. Finally Cyra's defense collapsed, he fell asleep in front of the bonfire.

Time showed at one o'clock in the evening, Aroon returned home. After parking the car he immediately went inside. But only a few steps did he stop. He looked towards the Gio-made garden. In his heart he wondered if it was true that Cyra would wait for him all night.

At first he hesitated, but that curiosity overcame everything. He stepped into the garden, and was surprised that he saw Cyra lying there barefooted and warmed only by a jacket and bonfire.

"Crazy! You're really stubborn." murmured Aroon. He approached and saw Cyra's hand clutching something, well it was Gio's birthday proposal. He slowly opened it, reading it slowly. His eyes glazed - glass because in the proposal there is the desire of a child alone puppet fruit of love he with his wife.

"I'm sorry Phoo, Gio." murmured Aroon while sighing. He immediately led Cyra into his room. Once in the room he put Cyra's body slowly, covered her and placed the proposal by her bedside. "Dumb girl" he said before leaving Cyra's room.

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"Oahmm." Cyra yawns and stretches her muscles. Till___

Hah where I think it is. Why am I in the room? Who brought me here? many questions have arisen from Cyra. Wait where is the proposal?

Cyra circled his gaze around him and finally turned to the table beside his bed.

He quickly grabbed the blanket and got out of his bed. He opened the proposal and was surprised by what he saw. A signature of approval from Aroon.

"Yesse! I succeeded!" excited scream. He even jumps - jumps and dances - nari.

He ran out of the room and looked for Aroon.

"Bik Tika where is sir?"

"If this hour must be in the garden." replied Bik Tika. "What's wrong?"

Cyra immediately ran away from Tika's bik without answering anything. He looked in the garden and sure enough, the figure of the gallant Aroon was checking the crops.

"Mr Aroon!" call Cyra from a distance while waving the proposal in her hand. He ran over and hap, he hugged Aroon's body because of the overflow of joy he felt. "Thank you sir." hugged him tightly.

Aroon just stayed still not moving at all. "Ehem." he cleared his throat a few times.

Cyra was still hugging the body.

"Cyra's off." Aroon's orders.

As if awakened from his actions Cyra immediately took off her embrace and took a few steps back. "Sorry sir, I'm overjoyed" Cyra explained, for a split second of awkwardness was between them. "Hmm sir thank you for approving this propsal."

"Hm. For Gio's sake." replied Aroon. "But remember not to have any noise at the show later."

"Okay, my master promises to give a birthday celebration that Gio will not forget." promises Cyra.

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