My Love Teacher's

Davira

It's been a month without feeling the age of baby Arthit. He is very healthy with a fat body. After school, Gio always plays with Arthit for a while.

"Cyra." call Aroon who's sitting on the couch.

"Yes." Yeah."

"How about the old house we renovated?"

"Make what? It's still good. I used to live there and it just got fixed."

"I have a plan for the house that I made a playground for Gio and Arthit. So they can play without overheating or rain."

"Well that's okay, it's good that you have such a plan. But kids have to play outside as well to boost their immunity."

"Well I think Arthit is a kid, he probably doesn't need to play outdoors yet. Especially at night."

"When will we start the renovation?"

"How about next week. Just adding toys."

"All right, I agree." answered Cyra.

Aroon got up from his seat and approached his wife. "It looks like you're done." Aroon hugged his wife from behind.

"Know where?"

"I peeked at him last night. And you're not using pads anymore."

"Keep." Cyra was still tidying up Arthit's clothes.

"Of my legs have healed and I haven't been in you in a long time."

"Wear protector, I'll get pregnant again" Cyra said.

"Every lady, I've bought it."

"You're naughty."

Aroon immediately carried his wife's body and carried her on the bed.

"Aroons."

"Hmmm.."

"You're not gonna get bored of me, are you?"

"Why should you be bored?"

"Now I'm fat because I gave birth."

"Who said fat. It contains dear. It's you getting denser." said Aroon, holding the twin hills which he now has to share with Arthit. "It's also dense" said Aroon again while holding his wife's butt. "Cyra I love you sincerely. I don't care if your physique changes. Because I love your heart not your physique."

Cyra smiled. She kissed her husband's lips. "I love you" he said in a trembling voice.

"I love you more." said Aroon.

"You can enter me, Mr. Aroon. Make me always scream."

"Most certainly madam."

Aroon showered his wife with a kiss - a hot kiss. I don't know how long Aroon played with his wife's.

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That morning Cyra took baby Arthit for a walk on the plantation. He'll meet Aroon at work.

"Hi Phoo's son, add the puffiness." Aroon held her baby and kissed her many times.

"Here, look at that red cheek."

"Then replace the mother I kissed." Aroon holding Arthit showered Cyra with kisses.

"Aroon, shame at seeing workers."

"Oh, now you're embarrassed. When Arthit was pregnant, you were so angry when I said that."

"really?" Cyra was in disbelief.

"Huh, Mae mu pura - pura forgot." said Aroon to the baby. He kissed her again and sometimes invited her to talk about small things.

It was enough Aroon played with Arthit he put it back on the stroller.

"Cyra."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tomorrow is the day of Davira's death. Normally Gio and I would visit his grave. If you want, you can come along." said Aroon quietly. He takes care of Cyra's feelings.

"of course. Tomorrow I will prepare everything." said Cyra enthusiastically. "Thank you for taking me there." he kissed Aroon's cheek.

"You know I'm really afraid you're gonna think you're not, like, jealous or whatever. I love you Cyra. Now all that's in my heart is you."

"Yes I know. Didn't I ever say that I wasn't jealous of Davira. Because he is a part of your life, he is also a part of my life."

"How was it first?"

"Davira is a gentle and sensitive person. If there was something in his heart he would cry. Once there was the son of one of the workers who fell from a tree, Davira cried and needed time to calm him down. His compassionate nature made many workers feel lost when he died."

"Gio must be sad to lose him."

"Actually Gio did not really understand, when he was only two years old, he cried when looking for Davira but could not find it."

"I pray that Davira will be in the most beautiful place there."

"Thank you dear."

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The anniversary of Davira's death arrives. Cyra had already bought three flower arrangements to take her to a public diet. For a while Arthit he stayed because it was impossible for the baby to be invited to a public funeral.

Aroon was wearing a black shirt as well as Gio. When to the funeral Gio is not as sad as before because he already has Cyra and a new family.

"Thank you for getting this all set up."

Cyra buttoned up Aroon's shirt. She kissed her husband's lips briefly. "I promise I'll always love you."

"Ah why are you like that?"

"Loh, I'm why. Is something wrong?"

"It makes me want you." Aroon lifted Cyra's body and sat her down on the table.

"Hey don't. We're leaving soon."

"Who's the one who's been luring me."

Aroon's hands have explored where - where and arrived - arrived___.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Sorry sir interrupted me for a moment."

Aroon stopped his activities. "What's wrong?"

"There's a guest sir." replied Omar from the outside.

"Let's wait a minute." Aroon ordered. He kissed his wife again.

"Sorry sir, this is important." Omar forced from outside the room.

"Aaggrrh.." Aroon clipped his hair in annoyance. "Wait a minute baby, I'll take care of that for a second. Just be careful if it doesn't matter." - grumbled.

Aroon fixed his clothes as well as Cyra. Aroon immediately opened the door. "What's wrong?"

"There's a guest."

"I know there are guests but who?" Aroon raised his voice in annoyance.

"Better you see for yourself." replied Omar, looking down.

"You know me."

"Not at all sir." replied Omar nervously. Hearing her somewhat angry husband Cyra approach to calm her down.

"We'll see together. Who knows Omar doesn't know his guests."

"I know, Miss Cyra. But you better see for yourself."

"Review until I don't know or an unimportant guest. I make sure you hoe every day.

"Not be angry - be angry. Let's see the guest, and then we go to the tomb. Arthit's still sleeping." Cyra was trying to make her husband unemotional.

"All right come on."

Aroon and Cyra walked together towards the living room. Suddenly Aroon stopped his steps when he saw who was sitting there.

Cyra looked at her husband who looked surprised with a pias and pale face. Then his gaze turned to someone sitting there. A woman who is almost the age of her husband, beautiful, motherly. Who the woman thinks Cyra is.

The woman looked at Aroon with glazed eyes. "Aroon." he ran to hug Aroon. And of course Cyra was surprised by the actions of the woman. Spontaneously he stopped it.

"Who are you?" ask Cyra.

"Wait, let me hug my husband."

Degs.. Degs.. Degs.. Cyra's heart beats incoherently. "Husband?" cyra said as if in disbelief. Since when did her husband have two wives or remarry. "Aroon." called her husband as if asking for an explanation. Aroon who from earlier was silent and looked very surprised as if he realized.

"Aroon, who is he?" ask Cyra kagi.

"Davira." answered Aroon. But it was quite clear in Cyra's ear and made her very surprised by the word that came out of Aroon's mouth.

How could Davira live again.

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