My Love Teacher's

Confession Bik Tika

Since that incident, Davira's attitude has changed drastically and is more reserved. He also apologizes to Cyra for his selfishness. Now he spends more time in his room. Cyra was really angry and absolutely no greeting. Aroon himself prefers to avoid.

That afternoon Cyra was sitting quietly with Arthit. While Gio followed the extracurricular of painting, he seemed to have a talent in that field. Cyra occasionally talks Arthit.

"Sorry madam can I speak?"

"Eh bik Tika." said Cyra. "Can bik. Let's sit down."

Bik Tika sat opposite Cyra. His head was down and his face was like fear.

"Why silence bik? Does Tika have a problem."

"Anu.. Anu's.. My mistress is scared."

"Fear of what?"

Bik Tika looked to the right and left to make sure that there were only the two of them.

"I'm afraid of Madame Davira."

"Fear of Davira? What's he doing? He threatened Tika's bik?"

Bik Tika took a deep breath. "Actually I've wanted to talk to the lady about this but I'm afraid the lady doesn't believe me because I have no proof. But I could have sworn that what I saw and felt was true."

"Speak clearly bik. Or should I call Aroon?"

"Don't madam. I'm also afraid that you don't believe me and assume that I'm a slanderer."

"All right then. Continue the story of Tika."

Again, make Tika look to the right and left to make sure no one sees or steals the listen.

"So this is the lady. The first time Madame Davira came I could not believe that she was still alive. But because from head to head end times is true - true madam Davira I decided to believe. Up to ___."

"Until what bik?"

"Until when I hugged him because of the happy overflow that he was alive and cured of cancer. He has a different smell. Madame Davira does not like the perfume that has the aroma of the fruit and impressed fresh. He prefers the delicate fragrance of flowers."

"It's true that he's someone else."

"That's just my initial guess, madam. Then there's also what makes me believe that she's not Miss Davira."

"What is a bik?"

"Time thigh Arthit red."

"Yes.. Until the night turns blue." recalls Cyra. His eyes were glazed - glass when he remembered that. "Why bik?"

"What did it was Madame Davira."

"What?! Is that really a bik?" cyra's face changed pias, he seemed to not believe if the one who did that was Davira.

"After seeing the incident I'm sure it wasn't Madame Davira. Madame Davira would not do such evil let alone hurt an innocent baby. He has a gentle nature."

"Why doesn't Tika's bik tell?"

"I'm afraid madam because I have no proof. And also at that time he instigated that red thigh was my deed."

"I remember the bik. When Arthit's arm was injured, Davira was there. It could be her. Really - really insolent him! Wanted to harm my family!" cyra said furious. "It's fitting that Gio repeatedly said that he's not the Mae. But at that time I didn't think at all. I don't think Gio knew Davira yet because when he died he was two years old. But it turns out the boy's feelings are very sensitive."

"Yes lady. The young master is right. That's not Maenya."

"I have to investigate this bik. Who's that Davira-faced woman?"

Bik Tika again - again bowed. Looks like there's still something he wants to say.

"Is there anything else you want Tika to say?"

"Hmmm.. There's madam. But I doubt."

"Why hesitate? Just say bik. Who knows the slightest information could be very useful to prove that he is not Davira and has malicious intentions on this family."

"I picked up the perfume she was wearing."

"I mean Tika's perfume that the woman used to make Tika know who it was?"

"Yes lady. Back when shopping for personal needs Madam Davira always took me. I understand his personal stuff. Every time he bought perfume he always bought two. One for himself and one for someone."

"Who is that guy?"

"Miss Denisha."

Cyra's eyes widened as Tika's bik mentioned the name. "Might not be bik. Denisha is dead."

"Therefore I also hesitate to say this, madam. But I'm sorry that's the perfume that Miss Denisha always wears."

"It really confuses the bik. But Aroon also said that it wasn't Davira because there wasn't a trace of surgery on his stomach."

"really that? This reinforces the notion that it is not Miss Davira. I remember the young master was born through a cesarean operation."

"Bik, I have to say this to Aroon. We can't both investigate Davira alone."

After Tika's death, Cyra continued to think about possibilities - possibilities that made her suspect that she was not Davira. Moreover, he was so eager to snatch Aroon from her. It could have been Denisha. How could he live again. Though clearly - clearly he saw the car was charred in flames without any residue.

As he was thinking, Davira came.

"Hi."

"Oh Davira." said Cyra rather nervously. But he immediately neutralized his emotions. "What's wrong?"

"I want to talk."

"What about?" ask Cyra.

"Aroons."

"Speak." Cyra tried to soften. It was all for the sake of his investigation.

"Well, what possessed me until I did something as shameful as Cyra. You know I was so shocked to see my husband remarrying and he loved you so much. You understand how women feel?"

"Yes I know. But if I were you, I'd think a few times about doing that. You don't attach much importance to Gio's feelings either. What if he knew that his Mae was doing such a lowly thing."

Davira was crying, her tears were soaring. "That's why I'm sorry. Please forgive me and our relationship can be as good again as it used to be. I promise I won't bother you anymore. I'll be looking for a new home soon for me to stay."

Cyra tried to hold back her emotions. Then he smiled. "I forgive you Davira. But please don't repeat it again."

"I promise I won't do it again." Davira hugs Cyra. I will avenge my failure Cyra, I must succeed in getting my husband again and crush you to the lowest point, Davira said in her heart.

Davira immediately let go of his embrace. "I'm relieved, then excuse me."

"Yes, I'm going to go into the house too. It's almost evening."

Cyra immediately brought the baby inside along with Davira.

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Cyra was looking for the right time to talk to her husband. Coincidentally tonight Aroon is very relaxed. While lying on the bed Cyra started talking to him. "Dear I want to talk."

"What about?"

"So afternoon Tika came to see me."

"Didn't he talk to you often?"

"It's different Aroon and you have to listen to this."

Aroon confirmed the location of the pillow to be more comfortable talking with his wife. Arthit also went to sleep.

"Now start telling stories."

Cyra tells exactly what Tika's bik said. It's Davira who has made Arthit hurt.

"Bad! He has dared to hurt my children!" aroon was furious. "Who is he?!"

"If I told you about this, you'd be more surprised."

"You mean?"

"So the Tika bik suspected that he was a person we know. In the past, Tika often escorted Davira shopping for her personal needs, including perfume. Davira always buys two perfumes. Her favorite perfume is the fragrance of flowers. While the other perfume is the fragrance of fresh fruit and it's the perfume for Denisha."

"That's Tika, Davira who's in front of us right now is Denisha?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Denisha is dead, baby. We ourselves know with our eyes that the car was charred burning with no waste."

"Yes right. But we don't see the rest of his bones as Billy does?"

"It's because it's ruined."

"Destroyed - the shred will surely be left a little like Billy. This was not found at all. So there's a chance that Denisha could escape the accident."

Aroon. His face is serious. He listened and tried to examine Cyra's conjecture.

"If it was the real Davira he couldn't have taken you away from me because of his loving and gentle nature. But this Davira is trying to draw attention and take you away from me and the same way Denisha did the other day. The face, the physical can be the same. But character and habits will definitely be different. And it'll look little by little."

"Well you're right, there's a conjecture leading up to it. You remember he said he was on medication in Singapore so he could also have plastic surgery there to look exactly the same as Davira."

"It's a big possibility, baby."

"Well tomorrow I will send Sulaiman to Singapore to conduct an investigation at the hospital there. Our attitude should be kind to him so as not to arouse suspicion."

"Well.. I pray that all this will be revealed soon. Frankly, I'm afraid Davira is Denisha."

"Trust me Cyra. I'll soon uncover the truth. I'll protect our family.'

"Yes I believe." Cyra hugged her husband. It was indeed that hug that could always calm his heart.

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