My Love Teacher's

Next Attack

This morning after breakfast Cyra prepared to take Arthit to the doctor and take Gio to school. He had not taken his son to school for a long time.

"Mae want to take me to school?"

"Yes, I haven't been to your school in a long time. Mae also took Arthit to the doctor."

"Arthit's sick what?" Gio stroked - stroked his sister who added a puff.

"Mae doesn't know yet, there's a bruise on her thigh" Cyra replied. "Let's go."

Gio and Cyra prepare.

"Where are you going?" ask Davira.

"I want to take Gio to school and see a doctor."

"Who's sick?"

"Hm.. You know yesterday Arthit's thigh was red and his night turned blue like a bruise."

"Didn't because yesterday in the car bik Tika?" again - again Davira mentioned the word bik Tika.

Cyra took a long breath. "I don't know. I don't want prejudices that don't - no. The fall of slander." answered Cyra. He was actually lazy because Davira tried to herd the opinion that it was Bik Tika who did it all.

"I'm sorry I'm just giving my opinion. And that's up to you too." Davira replied.

"Thank you for your attention. We're leaving first."

"Heart on the road."

Cyra and Gio get in the car. After arriving at Gio's school, Cyra immediately goes to the hospital. Not forgetting he gave a hug to his son. "Good at school."

"Yes, Mae." after kissing both Cyra and Arthit's cheeks. Gio immediately entered the school. Cyra continued on her way to the hospital.

"How doc, what's my son sick?"

"It's like a bruise from a blunt impact, hit or pinch."

"But my son never hit the dock."

"Maybe her baby sister or her brother could be because of anxiety."

"No doc."

"Try mommy remember - remember again later on rmh. Now I'm going to give you a prescription for the bruise. Only in ointment ointment alone." said the doctor. "If the night is fussy? Or hot?"

"No doc."

"Good, that's a sign it's harmless. About three days later the bruise is gone. If we're still back here, we'll evaluate together."

"Nice doc."

After receiving the prescription Cyra immediately queue up the drug. It didn't take long for Cyra to get the cure. He immediately called Aroon because he promised to pick him up. Cyra sat in the waiting chair and made a call with her husband.

Tuout.. Tuout.. Tuout..

Long Cyra waited for an answer from her husband and was finally lifted up as well.

"Hello baby." said Cyra.

"Oh sorry Cyra, Aroon's HP missed." replied Davira.

"Where is he?"

"In the bathroom."

Cyra was silent for a long time. Why is he with his ex-wife in the bathroom, Cyra's mind where - where. He tried to restrain his emotions. "Wasn't he just been seeing a client?"

"I don't know, we were having a chat together and then he had heartburn and had to go to the bathroom. Her phone she put to me."

Oh, it turns out he was talking to Davira. He said he met a client. Which is true Cyra's mind is disturbed to hear Davira's words.

"alright. It's okay - what. Please tell me I'm back from the hospital."

"Why doctor's diagnosis?"

"It's okaywhat's just a regular bruise."

"Thank God I'm happy" Davira replied. "I guess because of Tika's bik."

Again Davira lures Cyra. "Davira, I don't want to prejudge people without proof."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"It's okay - what. I hung up on him."

Cyra hung up. He tries to think positively. While carrying Arthit he was looking for a taxi.

Throughout the trip Cyra tried to forget the question of the phone that was left behind. He was afraid that if he kept thinking it would be carried away until the existing house even quarreled. Later if there is time he will talk well with Aroon.

Cyra joked with Arthit. He saw his son who was increasingly similar to Aroon. Why does my face not resemble my own. Of course because almost every time Aroon was absent there. Remembering that, Cyra smiled to herself.

Not how many they arrived. After paying for the taxi, Cyra entered the house.

"Cyra you're home?" Aroon was astonished to see his wife come home. "Why not call me?"

"It."

"Have you? When?"

Cyra walked into the room while Aroon followed behind. Cyra then put down Arthit who was already asleep.

"Darling you didn't answer my question?"

"Aroon, I'll go to the bathroom first. Dirty discharged from hospital." Cyra went into the bathroom and tried to calm her emotions. He washed his face and changed his clothes.

Aroon waited for her to come out of the bathroom. "Sit here, honey?"

Cyra smiled, he sat down next to Aroon and spontaneously Aroon sewn on his shoulder who was thought to be tired from holding Arthit.

"I called you already." Cyra opened the conversation.

"really? When's? I didn't take any calls from you at all."

"Maybe you were in the bathroom?"

"Where do you go to the bathroom?"

"I met a client with Shamsudin, we talked for a long time. It just so happened that my handohone was left in the room. But when I got back to pick up the phone there was no missed call from you."

Cyra sees something strange here. Why did Davira lie. What does. Why did he become such a bad guy Cyra thought.

"Oh maybe there was no signal" Cyra replied at last. He did not want to prolong this problem. "I'm okay - what dear."

"Cyra I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby."

Aroon spied Cyra's leg too. But over time his hands were naughty too. When Cyra closed her eyes. His hand was infiltrating. Playing something that's there.

"Aroon stop." muttered Cyra in a raucous voice. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of her husband.

"You're liking him?"

"Hmm." answered Cyra.

"You're wet baby." whispered Aroon.

Cyra realized, he widened his eyes. "It's still afternoon."

"It's over." replied Aroon. "Look at it your breast milk spilled."

Cyra looked towards her already wet clothes on the chest.

"Want me to help, baby?" Aroon rolled his eyes. Without waiting for Cyra's answer he instantly devoured the two twin hills which he now had to share with Arthit.

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This afternoon Cyra enjoys the atmosphere with her two children. Gio was drawing for his schoolwork.

"Gio you want some fruit, baby?"

"You."

"Apple or orange?"

"Apple it, Mae."

"alright. You wait here for a minute. Mae's gonna get the apple."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please take care of Arthit."

"Ready Mae." said Gio. Cyra smiles because Gio is a good brother to Arthit. Cyra rushed to the back to pick up the apple.

Looking from a distance Davira came closer to the side garden. "What's Gio drawing?"

"Natural scenery."

"Schoolwork?"

"Yes." replied Gio who was still busy with his paintings.

"Mae wishes you a good school and you become a successful child." Davira said. "May Mae hug you?"

Gio stops his activities and then hugs Davira.

"Good boy." praised him as he stroked Gio's hair. After taking off his embrace, Gio again finished his task.

Davira looked towards the stroller. He watched the sleeping baby Arthit. Davira took something out of his pocket. He then scratched the object in Arthit's arm until the baby cried loudly.

Gio approached him. "Why my sister?"

"Mae doesn't know either." Davira replied in a panic. "You're here first, I'll call Cyra." Davira immediately rushed to the kitchen.

Gio looked frantically at his younger brother who did not stop crying. He decided to carry it. Gio tried to calm his sister.

Meanwhile..

Cyra to the kitchen peeling an apple. Aroon came from behind and hugged her.

"Forku?"

"No, this is for Gio. She's studying hard today so I'm peeling apples for her."

"I'm so envious. You spoil her every day."

"Haha.. You're this funny. Jealous of your own child."

"Yes, let alone Arthit. He's now the main owner of this." Aroon's hand infiltrated Cyra's shirt.

"Hey! Amused! I'm holding a knife."

"Come on, you're not enjoying it either." seduced Aroon. And they laugh together.

A pair of eyes looked with a sharp gaze towards the two of them. Seeing their interaction made him jealous, however, he used to be in that position. Davira took a deep breath and threw it slowly. He then turned his face into panic.

"Cyras! Cyra! Cyra!" call panic.

Cyra put down her knife and Aroon immediately pulled her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Arthit cries. I don't know what's going on."

Cyra ran towards the side garden and followed Aroon behind her.

There he saw Gio who looked overwhelmed calmed Arthit's cry.

"What happened to Gio?" ask Cyra. He immediately took over Gio into his carrier.

"I don't know, he suddenly cried very hard and didn't want to stop."

"God, his arm is bleeding." Appoint Davira.

Aroon immediately looked at Arthit's arm. "Gio! What are you doing Arthit?!" his yell.

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