My Love Teacher's

This Is Just the Beginning.

Davira wiped her tears and immediately left in front of Aroon's room. At first she wanted to talk to her husband, but she heard something very painful.

He realized that this was all his mistake. It was only natural that Aroon remarried because he was a normal man. Davira decides to go to the plantation. He greeted several workers who had worked there for a long time and also knew him. Some of them even talked about his appearance.

"That's the old master's wife?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes sir is lucky. His wife is beautiful - beautiful."

"If I'd rather have Madame Davira. He's a gentle man."

"If I don't. I prefer Miss Cyra. Remember he sacrificed a lot of lives for this family. Even his decision not to fire workers affected by drugs was a wise decision."

"But she took the position of Madame Davira" said the worker in a high tone.

"Well, that's why Madame Davira is dead" replied another worker who did not want to lose.

Until there was a little commotion. Sulayman and Shamsudin broke them.

"Hey..! Take care of your attitude." said Sulaiman.

"You are here to be paid to work, not to talk about your master's life. Understood?!"

"He understands Mr. Sham."

"Here you go to work again."

"Good sir."

Shamsudin and Sulaiman were in a trinket at the behaviour of the workers.

"Pass."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're not worried about your nephew's status?"

"Worry. But I'm sure, Cyra's a tough kid. His struggle in the face of the trials of life when he was in school I think can make it provision as a strong child."

"But this is love. Using the heart."

"Mr Aroon must have had a decision. Whatever the decision will not hurt both sides."

"How come? There must be someone at a disadvantage whether it's Cyra or Madame Davira. Your niece wants Mr. Aroon to remarry Madame Davira" Sulaiman said. "Frankly I feel sorry for Madame Davira. Fighting alone against his illness."

"I'm sorry, Sulaiman you used to be very respectful to the mistress and I know your loyalty is so high to her. But in this case he should not have faked his death. What purpose try? Continues after recovery - suddenly appear?"

"I'm confused too."

"What do you think is the real Madame Davira?"

"Of course the real face, the look in the eyes, the voice and also the way things go is Miss Davira. Even personal questions can be answered."

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This morning Davira was cooking in the kitchen.

"Davira you cooked this much?" ask Cyra.

"Yes. These are all Aroon's favorite foods. Tom Yum and I cook with a spicy flavor."

"Oh." said Cyra. "I'll help you get to the dinner table."

"Don't let me. I haven't done this in a long time."

"Oh well."

Cyra followed from behind. Seeing the happy Davira he prefers to be quiet.

"Wow what are you cooking?"

"Tom Yum is your favorite."

"Well, let me try." replied Aroon. "Cyra please get me some rice." Aroon ordered.

Cyra moves to get Aroon rice but is prevented by Davira. "Let me." she asked.

"Sorry Davira, my appetite with the former is different. Let Cyra get it. He knows rice for me."

"Oh, okay." Davira was a little disappointed.

Cyra got rice and Tom Yum for her husband. Aroon began to feed the food into his mouth.

"How does it feel?"

"Good buffet."

"It's still the same as it used to be, right? I know how you taste." said Davira proudly. And Aroon just fell silent without an answer.

"Oya Cyra let's eat. Try my cooking, I'm sure you'll like it." Davira gets Tom Yum for Cyra to taste. "If you want, I can teach it to you."

"Thank you." Cyra began to feed the food into her mouth. "It's delicious." he praised.

"Thank you Cyra, I'm happy if you like it" Davira said. "Where is Gio?"

"So I went to his room. He's just ready - ready."

"Well, what's her favorite food?"

"Eggs." answered Cyra.

"Well then I'll cook eggs for her tomorrow."

It was not long before Gio came to the dining table and joined them. Cyra is getting ready to get rice for her son.

Cyra nodded in agreement.

"How much rice are you Gio? Let Mae Davira take it."

"I want Mae Cyra." reject Gio as Aroon.

Davira looked disappointed. He looked at Cyra.

"Eh Gio, we must not reject the kindness of people let alone this our birth mother, who gave birth to us."

"But Mae Davira doesn't know my taste. It's been years she's not with me."

"You can start to know her, right?" cyra said as she gently stroked Gio's hair.

"All right."

Davira looked smiling and there was a happy hue on her face. "How much do you want?" Davira showed me the plate. "Here?"

"That's enough" he answered. Davira then put a plate of rice in front of him. "Mae where's my egg?"

"Sorry Gio, Mae Davira was cooking Tom yum so I didn't cook you eggs. We're enjoying Mae Davira's cooking, okay?" answer Cyra.

"Alright." replied Gio with an annoyed face.

"I'm sorry Mae, Gio. Tomorrow Mae will cook you a good egg."

Gio nodded and ate the dishes that Davira had prepared. Davira smiled happily. "You see Cyra they gobbled up my cooking, I'm so happy my husband and son love my cooking."

Cyra was stunned by Davira's words but he held back because Davira did it spontaneously.

Finally the awkward breakfast according to Cyra was finished. Gio leaves for school while Aroon goes to the plantation.

"Aroon." call Davira.

"Yes." Yeah."

"May I come to the farm. I want to see the plantation we started together from scratch."

Aroon looked at Cyra. "You're coming" replied Aroon.

"Later to follow. I'll bring Arthit. She needs morning sunlight." answered Cyra.

"All right." Aroon went first with Davira. Many workers are watching them. This was what Aroon did not want to be the subject of conversation among the workers. He really appreciated Cyra's feelings.

Aroon sat in the gazebo and Davira sat next to him.

"You're getting more successful. This plantation is growing very rapidly."

"Yes. I'm grateful that since Gio and Cyra got my business moving forward. They're my luck."

"You love Cyra so much?" ask Davira heart.

"Yes." answered Aroon.

"What about me? Are there any feelings of love left for me?"

"Please don't ask that." Aroon refused to answer. "Where do you have a view of living?" Aroon tried to divert the conversation.

"Yet. I told Cyra I wanted to be close to Gio."

"He's allowing?"

"Yes. And it should. Because Gio is my biological son."

"I beg you to respect my wife."

"I'm still your wife, too, Aroon." Davira leaned against Aroon's shoulder.

"Davira, please don't be like this. Honor my wife." Aroon warned slowly because everything needed a process to get used to.

"Just a second. Please."

"Come Davira. Don't be like this."

Davira still does not want to follow Aroon's orders. Dan___.

"I'm interrupting?" cyra asked while carrying Arthit in the stroller.

"Oh sorry Cyra, I was a little dizzy. So lean on Aroon's shoulder for a bit. You don't mind, do you?"

"No." answered Cyra. He turned his eyes away from Aroon who was staring intently. "Hmm a minute, Arthit's hat is missing. I'm afraid he's overheating."

"Leave him here with me."

"Oh, fine." answered Cyra hesitantly but she finally agreed. Cyra rushes away, fearing that Aroon and Davira will find out that his eyes are glazed. So he decided to calm down for a while.

Aroon saw something strange. "I'll hang out with Cyra for a minute."

"What about Arthit?"

"Please take care of me for a minute."

Aroon runs after Cyra.

Meanwhile Davira is both with Arthit. He stared at the baby.

"You took Aroon's attention from my son Gio." muttered Davira. He approached, his hand stroking the baby slowly. "How can I go back with my husband if there's you?" Davira smiles. The caress stopped and quite hard he pinched the thigh of the baby who did not know what - what to cry hard enough.

Davira smiled and looked at the crying Arthit. He slowly picked it up and then carried it.

"Cups.. Cup.. This is just the beginning of the sweet child, just the beginning" Davira said as she calmed the baby down in her arms.

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