My Love Teacher's

Forgive Phoo

"I.. L'm.. Do nothing - what Phoo!" answer Gio.

"Why can his arm bleed like this?!"

"I swear, I didn't do anything!" answer Gio.

Aroon saw on the table there was some kind of cutter. He then took it. "This what?"

"That's my drawing equipment." replied Gio.

"It's been.. It's been.." said Cyra trying to calm these two stubborn people. "It's okay - what Gio. I'll bring Arthit inside."

"I didn't do anything what Mae."

"Yes.. Ja.. I believe." Cyra tried to calm down Gio who looked so angry.

But Cyra's words don't seem to be gubris. "Nobody believes me!" he screamed while running inside. Aroon.

At this moment Arthit was calm in Cyra's arms. He walked to his room.

"Cyra please forgive Gio." said Davira arrived - arrived.

"For what?" ask Cyra while walking.

"Well, you know he's jealous because your attention is focused on Arthit. So he hurt his little sister a little bit as a form of protest because all the attention was directed at Arthit."

Cyra stopped her way. "Gio wouldn't do such a stupid thing. He won't hurt his sister." replied Cyra firmly.

"You don't know what a jealous child looks like. So you have to understand."

"Davira, please don't make things worse. Gio it's also your son you should have calmed him down, not even become a stove here." Cyra replied sniffily.

"Don't say that Cyra. I just give you a look. Don't misunderstand me!"

"I don't misunderstand. But your words from yesterday are like leading an opinion. You instigate in a subtle way."

"Cyra, I didn't expect you to accuse me like this!" davira's voice is rising. "I'm just trying to be nice with you."

"You___."

"What's this about? Why are you even fighting here!" snapped Aroon who was still emotionless.

"Sorry Aroon, Cyra misunderstood me."

"Why are you arguing here. You should treat Arthit first!" aroon.

Cyra looked at Aroon as if she did not believe that her husband Aroon would have the heart to say in a high tone in front of others. But Cyra immediately held back her emotions. He did not want to participate in the game created by Davira. He prefers to think calmly without emotion.

"Sorry, I'll excuse you." Cyra immediately went into the room. Aroon scrambled - random hair as a sign of letting out his annoyance.

"Aroon I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize."

"I created this commotion." Davira touches Aroon's arm. She tried to calm her ex-husband. "I'm sorry, Cyra, she didn't mean to yell at me. I know he's very worried about Arthit right now."

"Please don't talk much Davira. You better rest in the room."

"Alright, then I'll go first." Davira smiled gently towards Aroon. After the departure of Davira Aroon immediately headed to the room to see the state of Arthit.

She sees Cyra painstakingly treating Arthit's wounds. The baby's cry was heartbreaking. Cyra even shed her tears. When she finished she immediately breastfed Arthit and tried to make the baby calm down.

"No need to see a doctor?"

"No, I see only scratches."

Aroon sat down next to Cyra who was just breastfeeding. He rested his head on Cyra's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." he said softly. Aroon shed tears.

"Sstt.. Wait until Arthit calms down. After that we just talked."

After nearly thirty minutes Arthit finally fell asleep. Cyra put the baby in the box gently. Cover it and go back to the sofa.

"You're mad at me?"

"No dear, how can I be angry at the man I love" Cyra replied. "I just don't agree with your emotional outbursts when you're angry. Sometimes it can't make you think clearly."

"Sorry, I was yelling at you too."

"I know you didn't do it on purpose. But here all we have to pay attention to is Gio. You charged him without Aroon's evidence."

"I panicked to see the blood on Arthit's arm."

"Yes.. But that's no excuse for you to accuse Gio."

"I.. L'm.. Can't think clearly. Do you think I'm a bad father."

"No dear. You're not a bad father, you love and protect us so much. It's just that sometimes you can't control your emotions."

"Keep me what? I regret saying that to Gio."

Cyra hugged her husband gently. "Let me talk to Gio. After that you should apologize to him and remember not to repeat the same mistake. Gio was so fond of Arthit there was no way he would hurt him.'

Aroon hugged Cyra tightly. "Thank you dear. What happens if you're not by my side."

Cyra took off her embrace. "I'll see Gio first. Poor kid needs a hug like you."

"Where's Gio?"

"In Cyra's mother." replied Omar.

"Young master threw us out."

"Alright, let me try to persuade her" Cyra said. He knocked on Gio's room. "Gio, this is Mae Cyra. Can I come in?"

There is no answer from within.

"You're not letting me in, baby?"

Again, there is no answer from within.

"All right, it's okay. But a man who runs away from trouble is a coward" Cyra said without giving up. And it's true that his persuasion bore fruit. Gio opened the door.

Cyra immediately hugged Gio. And that made Gio cry. "Hey! Why is Mae's grown son crying." seduced Cyra.

"I didn't hurt Arthit, Mae."

"Yes I know. Mae trusts you." answered Cyra. "Not crying. Let's sit there and talk. Mae will listen to you."

The two of them sat on the small sofa in Gio's room.

"Tell me why Arthit was crying?"

"At that time I was drawing, Mae Davira arrived. He talked to me for a minute. I continued to do my job and Mae Davira saw Arthit. Arthit was crying hysterically. Of course I'm confused. Mae Davira had me there guarding Arthit and she called Mae in the kitchen."

"So Mae Davira saw Arthit?"

"Yes." Yeah." Gio told me while crying. He wiped his tears. Cyra gives another hug.

"Not crying. I'll investigate who made this game."

"Mae Davira is not my Mae."

"Eh you don't say that. Phoo and I never taught you to disrespect people, let alone your real mother."

Gio nodded. "How's Arthit?"

"She's asleep and the wound isn't too deep, it's just a scratch" Cyra replied.

"Thank God" said Gio.

"Yes you know Phoo was crying."

"Why?"

"He's sorry he yelled at you."

"I know, Phoo didn't do that to me. But I don't like being accused."

"Yes Mae understands. But as a responsible man will surely forgive. Mae knows your heart is as big as the ocean. If Phoo's sorry, will you forgive him?"

Gio speechless. "Phoo is the person I love and my role model of course I will forgive him."

"Good boy, Mae's proud of you." Cyra hugged and kissed Gio's head. "Phoo is outside. Can he come in?"

Gio nodded. Cyra immediately got up from her seat and walked out. He called Aroon in. Aroon's eyes glazed - glass.

"Hey! My burly man, why are you so whiny like this?" cyra Goda.

"I'm proud of Gio."

"Come in and apologize. He's waiting for you."

Aroon walked in with slow steps he stared at Gio's direction. He immediately hugged his son. "I'm sorry Phoo." said Aroon. "Phoo promised not to yell at you or accuse you again."

"I'm also sorry I spoke in such a high tone."

They hugged each other and it made Cyra become moved.

"You both forgot about me. Why am I not in the hug either." Cyra stretched out her arms to welcome the embrace of her two dear men. They hugged three.

"You want us to sleep four?" Cyra offers.

"Yes I want to."

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I failed again to separate Cyra from my family. I have to get Gio and Aroon. They are mine and no one can take my place. I'll make a mature plan. Aroon must fall back in love with me. Seeing Cyra and my husband keep making love makes me sick and want to vomit, Davira thought.

After seeing from a distance they were united again he immediately left and accidentally he hit someone.

"Oh Shitt!!!" Davira. That made someone shocked.

"Mrs swear?" ask Bik Tika who is still amazed - astonished. Because Davira used to be a gentle woman.

"Oh sorry bik. I did not curse, just that my body arrived - suddenly felt pain. So I screamed, it was my cry if it hurt." Davira answered looking for an excuse.

God turns out five years did not meet the mistress, making the mistress change a lot. A lot of things are different from what Madame Davira used to be.

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