My Love Teacher's

Initiating Investigations

This morning Sulaiman left for Singapore. He has been looking for information in any hospital that serves plastic surgery services. His job is very difficult because there are many hospitals that he has to go to. Not all hospitals are willing to disclose information about patients.

But since Aroon had a friend who worked in the Singapore police force, making Sulaiman's move was easy.

Shamsudin remained on the plantation to keep the situation. If he also goes it will only raise Davira's suspicion.

That afternoon Syamsudin was chatting casually in the gazebo with Cyra.

"Are you sure of your guess?"

"My heart says very sure. It doesn't matter if we are looking for information. Even if he's not Denisha, we should know who he is because he's not Davira."

"I fear for your safety and your children."

"Sir Uo take it easy. I'm sure I can solve this problem together with Aroon. He was the head of the family in charge and looked after all of us."

"This problem comes again. I guess in the absence of Denisha and Biantara you will be a happy family."

"I'm very happy Mr. Uo. Remember that every living person will always have trials from the creator. Whether it's from her husband, children, her family even to her neighbors."

"You're right too. Mr. Aroon did not choose a wife wrong." praised Syamsudin.

"Ah sir Uo could have."

"Yes. Your parents know about this?"

"No Mr. Uo. My mom and dad were busy there. I don't want to add to the burden of their minds. I just want them to know that I'm really happy here. And that's the truth. I have a responsible husband and funny kids." - Cyra.

Shamsudin again - again smiling, he was amazed by his own nephew. "Have you heard from Sulaiman?"

"Today after arriving he will coordinate with Aroon's friend who is there. They will also plan the steps of the investigation. It takes a long time to be able to gather information in someone else's country."

"You're right. It's easy - hopefully they can gather that information as soon as possible."

"Easy - easy."

"Cyra, I'm gonna go back and check everything. Because it's gonna be night soon."

"Yes, sir, Uo."

After Syamsudin died, Cyra went into the house. Arthit is guarded by Tika's bik.

It just so happened that while passing through the middle room he met a graceful looking Davira who was reading a book.

"Cyra."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"I'm from the farm."

"Sit here for a moment. I need a chatter buddy."

"All right." Cyra immediately sat down beside Davira. His real goal is to know Davira up close.

"Oya soon Gio will be going up to second grade. And I'm sure he'll be the class champion."

"Yes, he's a smart kid."

"What kind of gift do you think fits him." asked Davira.

"He loves to read and paint. You can choose one of them. Books or painting equipment."

"yes too. I'll buy two of them."

"You got money? You're not working?" search Cyra.

"Oh.. Hmmmm.. I'm working."

"Where? Why don't you continue?"

"I.. I work for a company."

"Wowws.. You're great." praise Cyra. "In what company?"

"Hmmm at Golden Company. A company engaged in property."

"Well, if Gio heard it he would be proud." praised Cyra again.

Davira only responded with a smile.

Cyra looked at Davira's face carefully. And there was one that made him suspicious.

"Davira." call Cyra with a strange look.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Davira seemed misbehaved with Cyra's gaze.

"Your face is red - red. Are you an irritant or allergic?"

"Huh, really." Davira held his face.

"Yes a lot. If the allergy goes to the doctor."

"Yep.. Then I'll go to the room first."

Davira quickly leaves Cyra while covering her face. And Cyra's conclusion must be the effect of plastic surgery. Everything that is not God's creation will not last long.

Cyra also tells Aroon about Golden Company, the company that Davira works for. Is it true that in Singapore there is a company.

Before returning to Cyra's room stop by Gio's room for a bit.

"I just did PR."

"Tumben's working night. You usually do it in the afternoon."

"Tomorrow my duty much. I have trouble sharing time."

"Hm.. Can Mae give you some advice?"

"Can."

"So you have to write again all the routine activities you do along with the clock. After that you enter non-routine activities in between your empty hours. If there is nothing, it means you have to reduce the activity. Because we also need time to rest. Don't let us get sick."

"It's true Mae too."

Cyra smiled as she gently stroked Gio's hair.

"Oya Gio, may Mae ask?"

"What about?"

"Hmmm.. About Mae Davira."

Gio nodded.

"Why did you doubt when you met Mae Davira that it was Mae Davira?"

"I remember Mae always called me by my favorite name. Different from Mae who was in front of me."

"Beloved call?"

"Yes I remember once he never called me Gio. It's very different from what I hear now. But I forgot Mae's call to me."

"Now do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"What's the call for you?"

"Luuk Chaai which means boy." replied Gio. "Is Mae also suspicious that she's not my mother?"

Cyra smiled. "Mae's just wondering why you insist that she's not your mother. I just want to know why."

"I'm pretty sure she's not my mother" Gio said.

"Yes, continue your study. But remember these problems don't affect your school."

"No Mae. Didn't I promise you guys I'd be a proud boy."

After kissing Gio's forehead, Cyra immediately left her alone in the room. Cyra headed to her room where her husband was waiting. But there's something strange. Her husband was lying on top of the room wearing nothing.

"Wow.. What are you doing, baby?" cyra asked with an amused smile with her husband's strange behavior - strange.

"I'm waiting for you, baby. I'm giving you a chance to enjoy my body."

"really?"

Aroon nodded as his hands patted the bed for Cyra to join.

Cyra smiled. He took off his clothes one by one. Aroon, who was lying down, awoke and soon approached his seductive wife.

"Eits.. Stay where you are, baby. Didn't you give me today a chance to take control of the game?" Cyra stood in his place, he had not yet approached Aroon.

"Come on, come up here." whine Aroon.

"Who are you playing this game. I'm just balancing it out, baby."

"Quick Cyra. Come on, come on over here."

Cyra smiled amusedly. He slowly walked up to Aroon and climbed onto the bed. Cyra gently caressed her husband's body which made Aroon close her eyes. Cyra starts kissing Aroon. But___.

"Why stop, baby?" ask Aroon.

"You stink." replied Cyra as she closed her nose. "You take a shower first" he ordered as he moved away.

"Well.." Aroon's disappointed. "Come on, baby, I'm on."

"Yes but I'm getting sick of vomiting and my head is dizzy with the smell of your body. It really stinks." Cyra kept her nose closed. "How many days have you taken a shower?"

"Oh my god, I take a shower. You'll see for yourself I take a shower. We always take a shower together. Did you forget?"

"Yes but your tumben stinks." continued Cyra. "Come Aroon you take a nice bath first. Wanted you. So no continue?"

"okay.. Okay.. Okay.. I take a shower." answered Aroon quickly.

Aroon immediately got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Although actually he was very lazy but still he did it for the sake of his wife's request. She wears soap and perfume. Once in a very fragrant taste he immediately came out.

"Hows it? I've been perfumed, haven't I?" ask Aroon. There was no response from his wife. Aroon checked Cyra who was lying on the bed.

"Dear god, are you sleeping?" Aroon looks at his sleeping wife. "Cyra come on wake up. I can't stand it." Aroon shook - Cyra's body shook.

"Hmmm.. Honey." That's all that came out of Cyra's mouth but her eyes were still closed.

Aroon sighed. If you sleep, let me work. I can't stand it." whispered Aroon.

"Hmm.." That's just Cyra's answer.

Aroon immediately enjoyed his wife's body even in a state of sleep but he still liked this game.

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