My Love Teacher's

Arthit Ram Tanawat's

Cyra was immediately brought in for treatment.

"What is this Cyra?"

"Entah doc. My stomach hurts and my water seems to break." Cyra answered the doctor's questions while enduring the pain. The sweat drenched his forehead.

"Okay, wait a minute." The doctor did an examination. "Your amniotic fluid is starting to diminish. This baby must be born."

"Can't wait until tomorrow doctor."

"It's very risky Cyra. This baby can be poisoned. And I don't know if you'll be able to endure this pain until tomorrow. What is there is precisely you will be weak powerless it endangers you and your baby."

"I want to give birth to a normal doctor."

"I try. But if it can't be forced to operate I have to take."

Cyra nodded. "All right." Cyra could no longer say.

"Where's her husband?" ask doctor.

"Sorry doctor, Mr. Aroon some time ago had an accident and is currently still in hospital in Bali" replied Bik Tika.

"You sign this." the doctor ordered.

"Is this a doctor?"

"Letter of approval because currently Mr. Aroon her husband does not exist so I consider you as his guardian. The patient will be induced with oxytocin to accelerate contractions so that the baby will be born soon."

"Good doctor."

"Please tell Mr. Aroon about Cyra's current condition."

"Good doctor."

After Tika's signature bik Cyra got an injection through an infusion. And it was true that his stomach felt continuous contractions and excruciating pain.

The doctor came to check regularly about his development. "Cyra you're ready to give birth. Is anyone accompanying you inside?"

"There is no doctor. It's okay - am I alone inside."

"Alright." the doctor immediately took Cyra to the delivery room. Inside Cyra fought to die - death to give birth to the fruit of his love with Aroon.

"Let's get a little more Cyra. I know you can."

God please help me pray Cyra in my heart.

"Heeeghhhhhhhhh.. Aarrg!!!" with one breath. Cyra straining and endmya.

"Oek.. Oek.. Oh, my.."

"Congratulations Cyra. Your baby is born. Baby boy." After the doctor cut the baby's umbilical cord on Cyra's chest.

Cyra kissed her baby with tears.

"Welcome to the world my baby." whispered Cyra.

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Cyra's been transferred to the inpatient room. Gio was always waiting for him and occasionally held his sister. Because Cyra was tired of falling asleep for a while and the baby was returned to the nursery.

In her sleep she dreams of meeting her husband. And it feels like it's real. Cyra's awake. Faintly he saw a man sitting in a wheelchair holding a baby.

"Aroon." call him soft.

"Hey. You're up."

"It's you?"

"Dear it's me."

"Oh my god I thought a dream."

Aroon put the baby in the box. He then brought his wheelchair closer to the edge of Cyra's bed.

"You were sleeping well. I couldn't wake you up." Aroon clasped Cyra's finger and kissed her. "I'm sorry."

"Why? You're safe I'm grateful. You don't have to apologize."

"I did not accompany you to give birth in accordance with my promise to you."

"We as humans can only plan, but God determines everything. I'm not fighting about that, baby." Cyra stroked her husband's cheek gently. "I miss you."

"Me too" said Aroon. He hugs Cyra despite some distress as a wheelchair hinders his freedom.

"How's your leg?"

"Blooding, maybe the next few days will heal" Aroon replied. "The baby looks like me."

"Of course, it's your hard work." seduced Cyra.

"Eh holiday. I gave birth."

Aroon was holding her baby back. Soon after, Gio came in and joined them.

"What's his name?" ask Gio.

"You have a proposal?"

"Name it the same as me. You guys won't have a hard time calling us enough with Gio."

"Haha.. You exist - there is."

"Hm.. Phoo has." said Aroon.

"Who?"

"Arthit means good boy. Arthit Ram Tanawat."

"Good."

"I agree." replied Gio

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Baby Arthit can go home today. My mom and dad arrived in Bogor. They welcomed their first grandchild with joy.

Aroon held a thanksgiving party with the workers to welcome Arthit's presence and also for the good of God because he avoided disaster.

The evening party was also attended by several clients and close friends Aroon and Cyra. Baby Arthit is not fussy so Cyra can also take care of her husband's legs which need therapy for the healing process.

"Cyra." call Aroon

"Hm.. Yes." replied Cyra who was meeting some guests at the time.

"Arthit nangis."

"I'm sorry I stayed a while, my baby might be hungry. Excuse me." said Cyra. He immediately entered the room and Aroon was behind him on crutches.

Arthit's been carried by Tika's bik. "Ouch.. Ouch.. Mae's favorite, you're hungry, son. Sorry Mae stayed long." Cyra immediately held the baby.

"Then I stay first lady."

"Thank you, bik."

Cyra sat on the sofa that was already prepared for breastfeeding. Baby Arthit was silent because he had met his handler.

Looking at his wife who was nursing baby Arthit, Aroon stared intently. He then approached his wife. "Cyra."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You don't miss me?" ask Aroon.

"Of course miss." replied Cyra who was still caressing her baby to calm down.

Aroon's hands start mischievously by playing one of his twin hills.

"Aauuww ailing Aroon. I just breastfed."

"Heheheh.. Bede.. Increase in size and density." God.

"Fasting used to be forty days, I'm still breathing."

"Well, there's no other way." Aroon tried to force a little. It's been two weeks that he's not been in contact with Cyra. She had an accident with her leg sprained and Cyra gave birth.

Cyra did not answer or respond to her husband. She was still nursing Arthit until the baby fell asleep again. Slowly she placed it in the baby box.

An irritated looking Aroon sat leaning on top of the bed. Cyra looked at her sulking husband with a smile.

"Pay my big baby. You know I just put my little baby to bed. You don't want him in the middle of our game he's crying." Cyra rolled her eyes. She approached her husband and sat on his lap. "Why snack?"

"You're not paying attention to me now."

"Who said?" ask Cyra who started caressing the intimate parts of Aroon. "I've always been watching you, Mr. Aroon." Cyra started to open her husband's pants. "This is the other way you want it?"

Aroon nodded happily. Without waiting for a long time Cyra began to play with fun there. Whatever she would do to please her husband. Aroon closed the matanha began to enjoy the game given by his wife.

"You're hot, baby." praised Aroon.

"Eatya do not sort - sort with mother - mother of two children yes."

The two of them continued to play regardless of the guests coming. Shamsudin and Sulaiman were already in charge.

Fuck mr. Aroon.

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