My Love Teacher's

Punishment for Talking about Me

"Oahhamm."

"Amorning, are you awake?"

"Had." the man got off the bed wearing pants and approached a woman who was staring out the window. "Not cold?" ask her while peeling the shoulder of a woman wrapped in a blanket.

"No, didn't you warm me up." replied the woman with a smile.

The man came back and sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette. "Current."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tomorrow I must return."

"Why hunt the Van?"

"Tomorrow I'm engaged."

"No! I'm not allowing it!" shouts Asih.

"What basis did you forbid me?"

"Debt!" answer Asih. "You forgot who saved you when you were on the street. You forgot who took you in and took care of you." Asih turned her body and looked at Vano with a look of disbelief.

"I don't forget and I'll pay for every effort you put in for me."

"What about those passionate nights we've been through?"

"Wait on! You seduced me!." protested Vano.

"But you like it too, right?"

"There are delicious meals at the table, as a normal man of course I will eat them."

"All men are the same. Equally asshole!"

"Hahahahhh, you're wrong. You're the biggest jerk, don't consider yourself a saint." Vano sneered, then smoked his cigarette deep.

"I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you at the young master's birthday show."

"But I'm not."

"no? You're so enjoying our time together."

"I can't give my heart to another woman, even with my own fiancee."

Asih turned around while opening the blanket that had wrapped his body. He walked without a thread. Slowly approached Vano and then sat on his lap. "Love me one more time" he said.

"No!" answer Vano. He brushed off the hand of Asih who caressed his cheek.

"Do you really not want me?" flirt again.

"You're boring." replied Vano.

Asih moved from Vano's lap. He immediately dressed again using only a t-shirt and shorts. His face seemed annoyed with Vano's attitude that was like a sweet finish as discarded.

"Who is that woman? Cyra?"

Vano smiled cunningly. "Well, you're right, I'm so obsessed with her."

"Be careful of your opponent, Mr. Aroon. Why do you like to look for trouble? Not sure you've been battered in his hands."

"Cyra is like a nanny there. There's no way Mr. Aroon would put his heart on her."

"Who knows. All I know is that after Madame Davira died, the woman close to her was just Cyra."

"I won't let it."

"Dress and get out of my house. I'm sick of that face!"

Vano immediately got dressed and took the car keys. "Thank you for everything" he said as he pinched gently on Asih's cheeks. Soon he turned his face away.

"If you want to destroy Lord Aroon who might be your barrier to obtaining Cyra, I can help you meet the man who is your opponent, Mr. Aroon."

"No need to be beautiful. I'm sure I can take Cyra."

"Whatever. Let's see it later."

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The harvest was over, they took the cart back to go home.

"Why is Miss Cyra wearing Phoo's shirt?" ask Gio.

"My clothes were wet on the river so I didn't bring a change of clothes so your father lent him his clothes. Wet clothes can make us sick Gio."

"My Phoo is good, isn't it Miss Cyra? Caution."

"Oh.. Ja.. Yes, attention." answered Cyra. Huh what attention, fierce and like to see me miserable said Cyra in the heart.

"So Miss Cyra don't think Phoo ku Arogan and be selfish anymore" Gio said in a loud voice. That made Cyra surprised, because Aroon could have heard.

"Srsttt.. Don't be hard - hard. Let's get on the wagon again. It's late." It's late afternoon." Cyra immediately took them on a wagon. He hoped Aroon would not hear it. So far Aroon has been silent, which means he has not heard. Cyra's safe.

This time Gio sat down with Omar and Olif. The three of them are inseparable. And inevitably Cyra had to sit next to Aroon. The cart was filled to the brim as there were several sacks brought home for daily meals.

"Are I really Arogan?" Aroon suddenly asked a question that made Cyra surprised.

Don't - don't listen to my conversation with Gio. "Oh no sir."

"Don't lie."

"Truely my master did not lie."

"So you think I'm deaf?"

"Deaf? No sir, I do not consider you deaf. When did I say that?"

"I heard myself when you talked to Gio."

Waduh get caught, let's Cyra quick to think. You are the one who can take the heart of others, Cyra told herself. "Hmmm Gio meant not arrogant sir but__ Aaaaroon.. Well that means Aroon, Gio mentioned the name of the master." Cyra smiled clumsily. He repeatedly took a deep breath. Frankly, he was nervous.

"really?"

Cyra nods the mantab and____

Clethakk!!!

"Auuwww, sick!" his yell. He rubbed his forehead a few times. "If mukul kira - kira dong." grumbled.

"That's a punishment because you lied to me."

"Yes but it's slow - slow can master." murmured Cyra softly. "Otherwise that's my opinion when I didn't know the master."

"At least tell the truth, I don't like lying."

"It's wrong for you to tell me honestly to hit, a lie to hit."

Heh he would laugh if he saw me suffer apparently.

"What about now?"

"Well if it's different now, Mr. suupeerrr good." Cyra held out both thumbs.

"Haha.. Again, you can take people's hearts."

"Heheheh.. Thank goodness you're happy." Cyra breathes a sigh of relief. Hufh.

Aroon's hand arrived - just suddenly rubbing Cyra's forehead gently. "Still sick?"

"Huh." Cyra was shocked by Aroon's treatment. He was not ready to accept such a strange attitude. "Ssu.. Not yet sir. Thank you." Thank you."

The two of them were silent only to the jokes of Gio, Omar and Olif. Enjoying the view of the afternoon in the rice fields is a beautiful thing.

It didn't feel like the cart had reached Cyra's house. Some neighbors helped him down the sack. This rice must be dried until fresh dry put into the mill to become rice. The plan is that the mother will be helped with neighbors to dry the rice. Because Cyra's going back to Bogor tomorrow.

"Mr Aroon thank you for the help. We can harvest to survive." said mother.

"Same - same."

"I also named Cyra. He was a stubborn kid but I'm sure my son was honest and responsible."

"I'll try."

"Thank you sir. Hmmm and one more request of mine."

"Oh mother, why are there so many requests" complained Cyra. "Then ah."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. When will I see Mr. Aroon again."

"What does mom ask?"

"Eh that.. I want a photo with you." Cyra's mother bowed in shame.

"What!" shout.Cyra. "Mom don't make me ashamed."

"Why embarrassed? Mother's request is not strange - strange. Moreover, other mothers also want to take photos."

"What! Same with other mothers?" Cyra looked shocked. "Sorry sir. If you mind, you can just refuse."

"It's okay - what. I don't mind."

"That's right. Mr. Aroon doesn't mind." said the happy mother. "It turns out Mr. Aroon was a good man, unlike your story on the phone. Tell Mr. Aroon fiercely, continue to be arrogant."

"Momuuu!!!" cyra shouted immediately running up to mother to stop her speech. Because it makes him wretched.

In contrast to Aroon who seemed happy to hear the words of mother. Satisfaction is painted on his face because it can be used as a weapon to fight Cyra because he likes to argue.

Omar and Olif looked at Cyra with gazes as if to patiently accept the punishment from master. "The spirit of Miss Cyra" they said softly.

"When do you and other moms want photos?"

"Tomorrow morning before the master and the others return to Bogor."

"Well tomorrow morning we'll take a photo."

"Thank you, sir." said the mother. "Eh Cyra you're so moody. Let's say thank you to Mr. Aroon, too." force mom.

Cyra turned her body while looking down. "Thank you sir."

Aroon smiled looking at Cyra's deathly pale face and repeatedly rubbed her forehead.

"Cyra's with me."

Hah finally those words came out of your mouth too sir. Aachh looks like I should be prepared to accept his sentence. Come on Cyra you can definitely say Cyra encouraging herself.

"Eh it's there, you're called master" said the mother.

Ach mother, why is your attitude like willingly delivering her child in eating a lion, said Cyra in his heart. With a shunt step he followed Aroon who walked out onto the front porch of the house.

"Omar what will Phoo do to Miss Cyra?" whisky Gio.

"Young master just pray, easy - hopefully Miss Cyra is fine."

"Yes young master, let's pray together" Olif said.

Meanwhile outside the house...

"I'm ready sir."

"Who is what?" ask Aroon. In his heart he smiled amusedly.

"Ready to accept the punishment."

"Well if you ask."

"You slap master, pinch, hit, giggle I'm ready." said Cyra pura - pura toughen. In his heart he was scared to death. It could have been just one hit he could have entered the hospital. Where's the body of the burly master again. Cyra started closing her eyes. "Please start sir."

Aroon was still smiling with Cyra's attitude that pretended to be firm and strong. Though he could see the cold sweat and the trembling hands of Cyra.

"You ready?"

With a deep breath Cyra nodded her head.

Aroon pulls Cyra's shirt crate to get closer to her. Until they are not far away. Cyra could hear her master's heartbeat because Aroon's chest was right in her ear. It just made her more scared.

Aroon patted - pat Cyra's cheek slowly. Then rub - wipe Cyra's forehead. And that made Cyra's hand tremble even more.

"Already." Aroon's breath felt on Cyra's face.

"But___."

"Open your eyes first."

Cyra slowly opened her eyes. He looked up and looked at Aroon.

"That was his punishment."

"Huh." Cyra still did not understand Aroon's intentions.

"Why did I hit you for something right. I was arrogant, fierce and selfish. But I also have a good side. It's just that you don't know me very well."

Cyra was still silent with her disbelief.

"Let's go in, I'm hungry."

"Well.. Oh.. Yes, good sir." Cyra immediately went inside to help her mother prepare the food.

Tonight they prepare for tomorrow's return to Bogor. Mom makes jenang as by - by. Cyra was able to breathe a sigh of relief because her task was done. He had to go back to his original activities.

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