My Love Teacher's

Traumatizing

Geck.. Geck.. Geck. Cyra knocked on Aroon's room. Shortly after, the door opened.

"What's wrong?"

"You handed me the suitcase I borrowed."

"It's clean?"

"It's sir." Cyra handed me the suitcase. "I'll excuse you then."

"Wait."

Cyra turned her back on her body again. "Yes sir."

"Did your ex not contact you anymore."

"No sir, because according to the invitation she was engaged to Sekar yesterday."

"You're not coming?"

"No sir, didn't we just get back from Surabaya yesterday."

"What about the wound from my blow?"

"I know little, sir. And frankly I don't care about it after what he did to me."

"I heard information that he was still around this plantation."

"Master knows where?"

"From the workers who know he's your friend, they see him around here. But I haven't confirmed the truth."

"Surprisingly, as far as I know he doesn't have any relatives here."

"That's what worries me."

"Don't don't don't he stare at my gestures sir."

"Be careful when you get out of the house."

"Thank you for worrying about me."

"I'm not worried about you, I just don't want to find a new teacher for Gio."

Heh I guess she was worried about me, apparently not Cyra said in her heart for some reason she was a little disappointed.

"Well then, excuse me, sir. Today I accompanied Omar to check the manure we made."

Cyra immediately left in front of Aroon. He's headed to the Cow pen. There Omar was waiting for him.

"Mrs Cyra." Omar waved his hand.

"Sorry Omar, long wait huh?"

"No ma'am."

"Let's look at the fertilizer, whether it can decompose or not." Cyra opened a fertilizer manufacturing site. It looks like the cow dung is starting to decompose. "Hmmm, looks like we made it" Cyra said.

"Well, it's watery mom."

"This water will be the one we will use" Cyra replied. "See, please stir for a moment."

"Good ma'am." Omar was looking for a stick of wood as a stirrer. He started to stir it.

"Huggh... Hiiaat.. Hiiaat.." with all his might he stirred the fertilizer. It looks heavy stirring it.

"Haha.. Your face is red Omar. You're like the one who makes the snap." Cyra laughed amusedly. Omar's face looked stiff, the veins on his face look out.

"Huggh.. Eegh.. Miss Cyra don't just laugh, help dong ma'am."

"Ah you're like a woman power alone, deserve you hard to get Olif's heart."

Omar looked surprised to hear Cyra's words. He stopped his activities and turned to Cyra. "Mom know?"

"Know. Your guts can be clearly read in my eyes."

"According to mom, Olif will accept my love?"

"If you love her sincerely, work hard and take responsibility Olif will definitely accept you."

"I doubt ma'am."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of being rejected."

"Haha.. Your courage is just a fingernail. You surrendered before the war. Where's your guts?"

"That's it's mom."

"In love we must be ready to be rejected and accepted." explained Cyra. "Sickness is common, it will gradually also forget."

"But Mr. Aroon has not forgotten his mistress for four years."

"That's a different case with you, Omar. Mr. Aroon and Ms. Davira love each other. You just need time to fall back in love."

"Well I'll try to express my feelings for Olif."

"Good, so men should be brave."

"Hmm, if I practice first with Miss Cyra how?"

"Can, please. I don't mind."

"Well wait a minute." Omar ran somewhere. Not long after, he returned with a flower.

"What is this Omar for?"

"Later when declaring love I'll give Olif flowers."

"good. Start."

Cyra and Omar face each other. Then Omar sat down in front of Cyra, holding flowers in his hand.

"Olif, you know I'm not a perfect man but I promise I will always give you all my love and happiness" Omar said, looking at Cyra as if it were Olif. "If you love me take this flower in answer you love me too."

Cyra smiled as she was amazed by Omar's bravery. Although Omar is not a handsome man but he is a hard worker.

Cyra's hand slowly moved to take the flowers from Omar's hand. But___

"What the fuck is this!" shout Aroon. He immediately took the flower from Omar's hand and threw it away.

"What did you do?"

"I'm the one who asks what are you doing? How humiliating? While others are working, you are even fun making out here!" aroon shouted full of emotion. "God!" Aroon pulls his collar and forces Omar to stand up.

"Also sir." beg Omar, his hands tremble, his body weak as if boneless.

"Mr Aroon listen to my explanation first. Please let Omar go."

"We're not making out" Cyra replied.

"Yes, sir, we have no fun." said Omar.

"You think I'm blind! Flowers, insist, love statement what it is not said to be fondling."

Cyra seemed annoyed by Aroon's attitude that was immediately angry without even hearing an explanation.

"Rememinent Lord Aroon! We're not making out. Omar is just training to declare his love for Olif!"

"Acchh bo___. Whahuh? Olif?"

"Yes a statement of love to Olif!" cyra replied annoyed.

Slowly Aroon took off Omar's collar. Omar sat down on the ground. His hands were still trembling, his heart pounding incoherently.

"There is no real statement of love. There is no romance let alone dating. Omar was just training because he wanted to express his feelings for Olif. I was just helping him. Wrong?"

"Yes.. Yep.. No."

"Why is your master angry?!"

"Yes.. Yep.. Because you broke the rules."

"Rules? Which rules?!" Cyra was still very upset with Aroon.

"There's."

"Which one? Show it to me!"

"There's something in my work space."

"Let's take a look together." challenge Cyra, as he believes the rules don't exist. Aroon just wants to oppress him.

"Hey! You don't trust me?"

"believe. But I need proof."

Aroon looked a little confused. Only this time his words became flattened - brick. "Ach no longer need to prolong this problem. But there are rules!" aroon shouted arrogantly to cover up his mistake.

"Well, I won't extend. But you owe me and Omar an apology."

Aroon snorted in annoyance. He turned away from Cyra while shouting. "Sorry!"

Cyra took a deep breath, he was still annoyed with Aroon's occasional aikap - sometimes not thinking long.

"Are you okay, Omar?" Cyra helped Omar stand up.

"I'm fine - what mom."

"You just keep stirring the fertilizer. I'm going to see Mr. Aroon."

"Good ma'am."

Cyra half ran after Aroon to the plantation. He was looking for that figure here and there. And one worker said that Mr. Aroon was in the Oranges. Cyra's going there soon.

And it turned out to be true. Cyra found the burly figure was checking the Oranges to be sent.

"Sir."

"Otherwise?"

"Can I talk."

Aroon with a lazy face walked away towards a small gazebo. Cyra followed him from behind.

"What do you want?"

"You want me easy. Please don't act rashly like that. You can ask that slowly without using emotion."

"okay."

"And I want you to let Omar express his feelings to Olif."

"If they're dating how can I look after my son to the maximum."

"I guarantee they will continue to work as usual with a very professional. Because they take care of Gio sincerely like his own family. Don't you see their sincerity."

Aroon seemed speechless at Cyra's explanation. "All right, I'm giving them a chance. But if it disturbs and affects my son's development then I'm not reluctant to fire them."

Cyra smiled happily. "Thank you sir" he said. "I'm sorry then."

Aroon.

Cyra immediately left in front of Aroon. But only a few steps arrived - suddenly he was silent fixated.

Oh my God there is a Dog, how is this Cyra said in his heart. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead. His body was limp and his chest was tight. His feet were so stiff that he could not move at all.

The dog before him stared at him sharply and even barked repeatedly. "Soak.. Cogs.. Guk..!" Cyra closed her eyes. He could not see the brown dog.

"Hey! Go!" aroon shouted while throwing a stone. Again, his master helped him. "You're okay, what's Cyra? It's weird why there's dogs hanging around here."

Cyra still closed his eyes, he did not answer Aroon's question.

"Cyras. You why?" Aroon shook his shoulder repeatedly until he was finally able to open his eyes. Cyra immediately sat down. Aroon caught him. "Hey Cyra, what's going on?"

Cyra's pale face and heavy breathing made Aroon have to carry her to the main house. Some workers looked astonished. "Please call Syamsudin and the doctor."

After laying Cyra on the bed the doctor came and examined her. She said that Cyra was only in shock because of trauma.

Shamsudin who came in was shocked because he was worried about the state of his nephew approached Aroon.

"What happened sir?"

"Let's see, he was fine. But once he saw the dog he was straight like that.

"Dogs? On our farm?"

"Yes. That's also I'd like to ask the security department. How can a stray dog enter the farm. I don't want to jeopardize my son's safety with wild animals like that."

"I'm sorry my niece is so scared of dogs. He's been through a terrible thing with dogs."

"Trauma?"

"Well right. Cyra and her friend were playing in the schoolyard. They were eight years old at the time. I don't know where it came from - there was a mad dog chasing them. They both ran away in fear until the friend fell. The mad dog quickly bit even managed to drag him. Cyra just screamed for help and cried in fear until there were some residents who came. The dog's bite was so strong that it could not escape the child. People had to kill the dog. Due to the loss of a lot of blood, Cyra's friend eventually dies. Cyra was hospitalized for a week because of the trauma. Until now if he saw a dog he would react that way."

"Pity."

"Yes sir."

"You investigate why there's a dog hanging around my farm."

"Ready sir."

☘️☘️☘️☘️