My Love Teacher's

Not the Main Target

As soon as the hospital arrived, Syamsudin and Aroon immediately met Cyra. Their steps are rushed - sometimes even half-run to the IGD.

"Where is the patient named Cyra?"  ask Syamsudin.

"Sorry, Cyra who is it sir?"

"Hm. That was the accident."

"Oh, the father of the family?"

"Yes right."

"The patient is currently in the care of a doctor, so we put him in observation room number four."

"How's the condition?" ask Syamsudin.

"I'm sorry I can't give a lot of information because the patient is still in the care of the doctor. When he was brought in here in a state of fainting from shock."

"Thank you, we'll be there."

Syamsudin and Aroon immediately headed for the room where Cyra was being treated. The room was separated by a curtain. At this time the doctor happened to be examining the condition of Cyra who happened to be conscious. Several policemen were there to ask for information because this included a hit-and-run.

"Mr Uo." Cyra looked surprised at the arrival of her uncle along with Mr. Aroon.

"You're okay, what's Cyra? Where are the injuries? I'm so worried."

"I'm fine Mr. Uo. It's okay - it's just a small wound."

"Little injuries how? It's bandaged." said Syamsudin.

"How's the test, Doc?" ask Aroon.

"Oh Mr. Aroon\, it turns out this lady___." the doctor's speech was truncated.

"He's my son's teacher."

"Oh I think your future wife" said the doctor. "Hmm so this is it. Looking at the X-ray results, there seems to be nothing to worry about. Just need to treat the wound in his hand because it was slightly torn and got a few stitches, abrasions and bruises in some places." The doctor gave an explanation. "Remember Cyra do not let your wounds exposed to water, diligently change the bandage and also take medicine. One more week you can control here."

"Every doctor." Cyra tried to smile in the middle of her body in pain.

"But why did the patient faint?"

"That's a natural thing, Mr. Aroon, he was in mild shock from the collision. Shock can happen to anyone who arrives - suddenly experience the events that trigger his adrenaline."

"Thank you for the doctor's explanation."

"Same - same Mr. Aroon." replied the doctor. "You've been able to get Cyra home, and here's the prescription."

"wait. Going home? I think he needs to be treated."

The doctors, Cyra and Syamsudin, were shocked by Aroon's words.

"Awired for what, sir?" ask Cyra.

"Aren't you hurt."

"This is a small wound sir, the doctor also explained that it is okay. So what should I be treated for."

"Maybe you're still dizzy?"

"My head is fine, sir."

"That's your forehead chafing. What about the wound on your hand? Which.. The one in the stitch."

"No sir don't overdo it." Cyra turned her eyes to her uncle, like asking for help to help him.

"Hmm, Mr. Aroon looks like Cyra's going to rest on the farm. With the atmosphere and fresh air he will definitely heal quickly." Shamsudin explained.

Cyra nodded - nodding quickly.

"All right." answered Aroon. Cyra breathed with relief. "You take care of the administration, I'll get Cyra to the car." Aroon ordered.

"Okay sir." replied Shamsudin and immediately headed for the administration.

Aroon walked over, he was beside Cyra's gurney. And get ready to carry it.

"Eh wait.. Wait a minute, sir." Cyra brushed Aroon's hand off. "Master what do you want?"

"Taking you to the car, you didn't hear what I said. Don't - don't be the result of an accident, your ears are deaf."

"No.. That's not how it is, sir." Cyra sighed. "My legs are fine. And I can walk too."

"Your pants are torn." point to Aroon. "That means your leg is also hurt."

Cyra noticed her pants were deliberately cut by nurses to ease the checking of the wounds on her legs

"Yes it was a wound but it was just a blister" Cyra replied annoyed. "And again, this is your hospital. I'd be ashamed if you carried me. I can't walk, I can ride in a wheelchair."

Cyra's explanation seemed to clarify the stupidity made by Aroon, somehow he could not think clearly.

"Good night." said the police.

"Night." answered Aroon and Cyra together. Their eyes turned to the two police officers who came to them.

"Why is there a police force?" ask Aroon.

"This is a hit-and-run case. While TKP is an area that is not heavy traffic. So it's very unlikely that there's a hit-and-run."

"You suspect this is intentional?"

"Sorry you're ready for the victim?"

"This cyra is working at my place." replied Aroon. "My name is Aroon Tanawat Siriporn."

"Oh Mr. Aroon the plantation owner. Sorry I don't know."

"It's okay."

"So this is Mr. Aroon, there happened to be CCTV from the residents' house that captured images of the time of the incident. The black jeep that hit Miss Cyra was seen already there when Miss Cyra entered the stall."

"It could turn out to be a murder case." guessed Aroon.

"It seems so sir, because the license plate is fake."

"Sorry to cut it off for a moment. I think this cop's father is wrong, I'm new here. I lived in Bogor for about a month. So how can I have enemies." said Cyra.

"Right, Cyra's my guy. I could be the one who's actually the target."

"You have enemies?"

"A lot." answered Aroon. "The business world is hard."

"It looks like this case will take a long time to deal with." murmured the policeman. "Can Miss Cyra remember the person who hit you, maybe her face?"

"If my face is not so clear sir, for wearing a hat." answered Cyra. "After I could get away, the car stopped to make sure I was in the car. But his face is faint."

"Alright, don't be too coerced miss. You focus on recovering your health first. Maybe later if you arrive - suddenly you will remember something that can help our task. You can call me."

Cyra looked silent. "Oh yes sir, I saw a large black scorpion tattoo on his left hand. Although it's not as obvious her cheek is like having a cut or a birthmark."

The police immediately recorded Cyra's testimony.

"All right, Miss Cyra. We will continue to investigate this case. Thanks for the cooperation."

"Good sir."

"I'll excuse you then. Let's miss Cyra. Let's Mr. Aroon." say hello to the two policemen.

Aroon simply nodded and saw the two policemen leaving the hospital.

"Why Mr. Uo so long ago." murmured Cyra. He did not stay long in the hospital.

"Are you sure you saw the scorpion tattoo on his left hand?" suddenly, Aroon's question disperse his daydream.

"Eh right sir. That's what I see clearly."

"What about the wound on his face?"

"If it's frankly I'm still faint. Between wounds or birthmarks is not clearly visible" Cyra replied. "Do you know him?"

"It seems so, I've seen the tattoo in the hands of Mr. Sapto's men."

"Oh, the one who wants to sell his land to the master?"

'Oh, you are right. But those who have tattoos like that are only a few people. So I have to investigate it further."

"Already you don't have to investigate, let the police handle it. Might be the master is the main target."

"You're worried about my safety?" ask Aroon lirih.

"Of course I'm worried. If anything happens - what with master what about the fate of Gio, with the fate of the workers and also with my rice."

Aroon was surprised to hear Cyra's reply. Oh crazy again - again his words make me die Aroon's fleas in the heart.

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Yes of course there is a master dong. I have not received a salary from Sir. Hehehehh." Cyra blushed in embarrassment.

"Basic duitan eyes."

Syamsudin has returned from the queue at the administration and dispensary.

"Sorry sir, wait a long time. Lots of queues."

"It's okay." replied Aroon. "Let's go home, your niece whose eyes are twitching needs rest."

"Huh duitan's eyes." Shamsudin looked confused. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Ask yourself the same person." replied Aroon as he glanced at Cyra.

Cyra just smiled. Otherwise the double eye from which I can repay the debt sir Cyra said in her heart.

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