My Love Teacher's

I Have a Reason

As if awakened from his actions and embarrassed, making Aroon's attitude awkward. "Bring there, you smell shit." Aroon slightly pushed Cyra's body forward while releasing her embrace.

Whats! Smell shit? Cyra in the heart. Damnit damnit! I smell shit like this because of you.

Cyra soon leaves Aroon, and runs off to join Gio, Omar and Olif. Currently the three of them are still busy chasing so maybe they are not aware of the incident earlier.

Cyra began to regulate her breathing, but the main thing was regulating her heartbeat. This was the first time he had been hugged by a man other than his father. The time of dating Vano they are just a regular road. Still love the monkey.

"Hey! Oi! Oi! Let's get serious again."

The three of them immediately stopped their activities and came over to Cyra.

"Uh, Miss Cyra stinks." Gio closed his nose.

Uh, dad's the same. Tell me I smell Cyra said in her heart.

"Yes. My hair's got cow dung. That's why we're speeding up this activity so I can take a shower."

"Well Miss Cyra." answered the three of them compactly while covering their noses.

Cyra just sighed, that was the reality. He himself could smell an unpleasant smell from his body. He wanted to soak in the perfume immediately.

"We put bran on it." Cyra handed the bran to them. They quickly finished their work.

"It's mom."

"good. Now we pour this EM4 solution evenly over a pile of cow dung and bran."

In accordance with Cyra's instructions, this time Gio did it. He was very happy with this activity.

"This fertilizer is finished but not yet usable."

"Why mom?" ask Gio.

"Because we need about twenty-one days until this manure is perfect."

"Well, it's still a long time to use" said Gio disappointed.

"You don't have to be disappointed Gio. Meanwhile, flowers and plants have just been planted. So we just need to flush it." Cyra explained. After hearing his explanation, Gio's face returned sumringah.

"But during those twenty-one days, this manure we don't let go of it. Once a week, it should be stirred to speed up the decomposition process. The temperature should also be below seventy degrees centigrade . Well for the first week that stirred Gio, the second week Omar and the last Olif."

"Ready mom Cyra."

"Alright because everything is clear with each task. I'm ending today's lesson. Good jobs everything."

Cyra immediately took a bath, as it was impossible if the smell of cow dung was still stuck on her body. Where else would he have to control the doctor this afternoon. It's impossible to come check with the smell of dirt.

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"Ah is fresh." cried Cyra as she exited the bathroom. He repeatedly smelled the scent on his body and hair. Hmmm already fragrant, he smiled and took a hairdryer in his drawer. He dries his hair so that it does not catch wind.

Drrr... Drrr... Drrrttt handohon's ringing. He immediately lifted it. "Hello ma'am."

"Sore Cyra."

"Mom's afternoon."

"How are you doing, son?"

"I'm good ma'am." answered Cyra. He held back his tears whenever his parents asked him that question. There was no way he could tell what difficulties he had encountered there because he did not want to make them worry. "How are you and Mom?"

"Mother is good, but not with your father." in a sad tone I replied.

"Brother why mom?" ask Cyra worriedly.

"Your father fell down yesterday to grab a coconut. And suffered a broken bone in his hand."

"Couldn't be ma'am. You should not go up - go up again. If you need a coconut, you can buy it."

"At first, I warned you not to go up because it would rain, but you know your father is stubborn. He's still going upstairs."

"What's the darkness doing?"

"Your father wants to send Jenang to your friends on the farm."

"Oh my god." said Cyra. "What is the current condition of the father?"

"Had taken me to the hospital and while my father's hand was in a cast. It's improving now. Because the age factor may be the cure is long. Just the main problem next week your father will harvest. If the conditions are like this it is impossible to harvest. You know what you don't know about the harvest. Can you come home? It's only three days."

Cyra was silent for a long time. He is very confused because the leave he will get is still one month away. If he had permission, Aroon would have allowed it.

"All right, I'll calm down. I'll try to get Mr. Aroon's permission." Cyra tried to calm the mother down so as not to worry too much. "Can I talk to you?"

"Right now your father's resting, when he wakes up, I'll tell him to call you."

"Please say hello to my father."

Call ended. Cyra was silent for a moment. He had to think of every way that Aroon would advance his permission to leave.

For a while the thought was put aside first because he wanted to go to control. The wounds had dried up but there was a mark.

Once everything is ready, Cyra has borrowed Fahri's bike. Because the distance to the hospital is a bit far so if you ride a bicycle can - he can not be a doctor's control.

"The key."

"Hehehehehh.. Thanks for the minjemin motor."

"Not to worry, we are here the same - fighting. If you need anything, say anything."

"OK ready." Cyra saluted Fahri. "Then I set out first, hunt late."

"Eh you sure you can ride the bike, yesterday was your same hand hurt?"

"Just calm. The wound is already drying."

"Look at it."

Cyra rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. He showed her the wound that had dried. Fahri holds Cyra's hand to make sure. "Where? You believe it, right?"

"Hmmm yes, it's dry" Fahri said. "I just feel bad about Mr. Sham if there will be anything with you."

"Yes, my Mr. Uo is my substitute for my parents here."

"Yes you have departed heart-heart. Don't be tempted by street thugs." tease Fahri.

"Iihhh amit - amit. Pait... Hooks.."

"Buhaha.." Fahri laughed out loud - bahak saw the behavior of Cyra.

Cyra starts riding Fahri's matic motorcycle. He must be careful because this plantation road is different from the roads in the village.

Waduh no sir, greet or not ya think Cyra confused. He was a little awkward after the incident last afternoon. Ah stupid, I say anything. Want to smile thankfully if silence is patient breakup then.

"Good afternoon sir." Cyra slowed down the speed of his bike when it passed right in front of Aroon.

"Wait."

Inevitably Cyra stopped the speed of his motorbike. "Call me sir."

Aroon just nodded. Cyra immediately parked his bike and approached Aroon. "What's up, sir?"

"Where?"

"You go to the hospital."

"Don't lie."

"liying?" Cyra looked confused. "I really want to go to the hospital."

"Say it's a date, use the excuse to go to the hospital."

"Truly my master did not lie." Cyra tried to convince Aroon. "The master himself also knew that the doctor asked me to come in one more week. It's a master's stitch wound control." Cyra thrust out her hand.

Aroon was still silent expressionlessly. That was precisely what scared him because Aroon's expression like that was hard to guess. "If you don't believe me, you can come with me." Cyra finally offered.

"Well, if you force." Aroon took the key from Cyra's hand. "Come on."

Cyra still needs time to read Cyra's words. Who forced his thought.

"Hey don't be dumb!" shout Aroon. "Or don't don't don't you want to date."

"Iiihhh no sir." refuted Cyra with a sneer. Cyra immediately walked up to Aroon who was already sitting on a motorcycle. "Master sure you want to ride this?"

"Why? You doubted me?"

"It's not so, sir. This bike is a little afraid it won't fit for both of us."

"Oh, you don't want Fahri's bike to drive. Basic possessive."

Lho.. Lho.. Coc possessive. I don't even understand it, Cyra thought. "What's possessive, sir?"

"Well you go to Fahri." replied Aroon lightly. "You need to know, all the facilities at this farm are mine including this bike."

"Wait for you, sir. What do you mean by possessive?" ask Cyra. "Sorry sir, possessiveness is a word that is suitable for people who have special relationships. Fahri and I are just ordinary friends. We don't have a special relationship."

There was a smile on the corner of Aroon's lips. "Yes up, you little prick!"

With a heart - Cyra's heart goes up to the back bonfire. He was lazy to argue, afraid that his master was in ladeni could - he could fail to check. Moreover, he needs a leave permit from Arron. He must be able to take his heart.

"Be careful sir, because the motor is small."

"Hmm."

They both ride motorcycles. Cyra is quite careful because this bike is small. While Aroon's body is high stocky already takes up a lot of space. If not the heart - the heart can touch.

"What are you talking about?" aroon asked suddenly breaking the silence.

"Speak to who, sir?"

"Milgri."

"Famey?" cyra lirih. He seemed to think for a moment and finally realized. "Oh.. My conversation was?"

Aroon did not answer.

"Ehmm.just around the stitch cuts and accidents the other day. Frankly since the incident Mr. Sham so overprotective against me. So sometimes I ask Fahri to watch over me and take care of me, sir."

The silence happened again. Cyra watched Aroon's burly back. Hugged from behind would be nice Cyra thought with a shy smile.

"Don't be crazy." suddenly Aroon shouted

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Why smile - smile?"

"Who smiles - smiles? How do you know?"

Aroon pointed to the rearview motorbike which contained a reflection of Cyra's image. That made Cyra realize her stupidity.

"I'm sorry I just remembered the guyonan with Omar and Olif."

"Heh weird."

They remained silent until they finally arrived at the hospital. After signing up they queue up for a call. Until finally it was Cyra's turn to arrive. It turned out that the wound was completely dry. The doctor only prescribed the scar remover.

"Have medicine?"

"It's sir."

"Let's go home."

Cyra nodded and followed Aroon's wide steps. They arrived at the parking lot.

"Sir."

"Hmm."

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Aroon just nodded.

"Can I apply for his permission to leave?"

Aroon looked shocked at Cyra's request. "Can't!" aroon replied firmly. "Not what - have you asked for a reward. Show me your work!"

"Master can't see, now Gio's getting better."

"You said it was good! What kind of judgment do you have in mind!"

"Sir doesn't appreciate me at all" Cyra said scowling.

"I appreciate you! I'm just disappointed!" aroon. "Consider! You go home alone."

aroon quickly rode his motorcycle.

"Master wait! I have a reason! Sir wait!" Cyra shouted - shouting as she continued to call out her master's name.

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