My Love Teacher's

Getting Acquainted With Biantara

"Grpv.. Cogs.. Cogs.. Grpr!" a large, black dog with flaming eyes, revealing its sharp fangs ready to tear the skin was in front of Cyra. Cyra slowly retreated backwards.

Cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. "No.. Don't." he murmured softly.

The dog is ready to prey on Cyra. Cyra continued to retreat until she stumbled onto something that made her fall backwards. And suddenly the big dog jumped at him.

"Tiidaaakkk!!!" cyra shouted loudly.

"Crya! Cyra! Hey it's me." Aroon patted - pat Cyra's cheek gently.

"Master" said Cyra. He spontaneously hugged his master to seek refuge. His clothes were soaked with sweat. "The big dog is gonna bite me."

"No dog will ever bite you on this farm. You're safe with me, Cyra." Aroon returned Cyra's embrace warmly. She gently stroked Cyra's hair. "Calm down."

Cyra started breathing well. Not stingy - stingy like that. After completely quiet Cyra took off her embrace.

"Thank you sir."

"You hungry?"

"No."

"Eat a little. After that take the medicine."

"All right."

Aroon took a bowl of porridge that had been prepared by Bik Tika. He gave it to Cyra.

"It's kind of cold. Will I heat it up again?"

"No need sir. It's still warm." Cyra put it in her mouth.

"Nake?"

Cyra just nodded.

"Then spend it."

Cyra ate slowly. His appetite is not as usual. The incident when he was eight years old made him no appetite. He still remembered the blood that poured into his friend's body. Makes him feel nauseous. "It's sir." Cyra thrust the bowl.

"A little more." pinta Aroon.

"I'm still nauseous."

"Well take the medicine, then go to sleep."

Cyra received the drug from Aroon's hands and immediately took it. He laid his body back. "Where is Mr Uo, sir?"

"So he came here because he was worried about you. I had him investigate why there was a dog on my farm. Why?"

"I.. I am still afraid of being alone. I think Mr. Uo can accompany my 0 here."

"Just relax I'll keep you company."

"But you also need to rest."

"It's okay."

"Thank you sir."

"You work for me, you're my responsibility."

"Yes I know." said Cyra.

"Sleep."

Cyra closed her eyes again. The medicine they take contains a sedative. Aroon wiped away the sweat that was on his forehead. Then compress it with water. Cyra's body is still feverish.

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This morning Cyra woke up with a fresher body. He no longer has a fever. And it's all thanks to Mr. Aroon.

"Mrs Cyra." Gio walked into Cyra's room and immediately hugged her. "Mom's okay - what?"

"I'm fine, Gio. Lucky your dad helped me."

Omar, Olif and Bik Tika also visited Cyra.

"The dog has been driven out of the plantation. Phoo also tightened guard."

"How can a dog get into the farm?" ask Omar curiously.

"Yes yes. Ever since I lived here, no wild animals have entered the plantation" Olif said.

"Said Sham and Sulaiman was the pet dog of one of the workers who accidentally got carried away."

"His name is also bad. We don't know where it came from. The important thing from now on is that we have to be careful" Cyra said.

"You also have to be careful, dear Olif." Omar warned Olif.

"What's? The darling? Darling, darling, your head is on. It's good to call darling." Olif's lips. He grabbed Omar's head and made the others laugh.

"Today we'll learn what Gio is?" ask Cyra.

"Today you have a holiday teaching." said Aroon who arrived - suddenly stood at the door.

"But I'm well sir."

"No, I'll give you a day off."

"Sorry sir I can't. Yesterday I just took a three-day leave." - denied Cyra.

Aroon held Cyra's forehead.

"It's not a fever, is it?"

"Heh okay. You stubborn."

"Yeayy we learn again." cried Gio. "I want to learn math."

"All right, I'll take a shower first. After breakfast we'll start learning."

Gio and the others came out. After clearing herself Cyra immediately headed to the study room. Cyra tried to forget what happened yesterday. Although sometimes the sound of the Dog's howl still ringing in his head. He still remembered how his friend was drenched in blood when he could do nothing. If sometimes remember the incident, Cyra chose to do the activity until he forgot. He busied himself by teaching Gio. Today Gio is very cooperative because he knows that his beloved teacher has just been sick.

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Today is Sunday, Cyra's day off from teaching. The plan he will walk - way buy some books, come to tourist attractions in Bogor and also taste typical culinary Bogor.

After glazing and making sure her appearance was neat enough Cyra immediately came out of her room. In the middle of the hallway he met with Tika's bik.

"Eh Cyra's a coincidence."

"Why bik?"

"You are called sir."

"What's up? It's my time off."

Don't - don't ask Gio to come again. Then this name doesn't give me time off, Cyra thought. He rushed to Aroon's study.

"Good morning sir." said Cyra. "Master called me?

"Sit down."

Cyra sat on the couch. The feeling is not good.

"Where are you going today?"

"Hmmm, to many places sir. I want to visit the tourist attractions in Bogor."

"All right, you don't worry. I'm not going to ask Gio to come. But Olif."

Cyra breathes a sigh of relief. "Olif?"

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Get in." Aroon's orders.

"Good morning sir, any orders?"

Aroon took some money and gave it to Olif. "Help you today accompany Miss Cyra out. Buy him some new clothes. Let Omar take care of Gio."

"Oh well sir. Leave everything to me. I guarantee it's done." said Olif confidently.

"Come on, Cyra."

"Wait first. A shirt?" ask Cyra.

"Yes, I heard your conversation with mom when I returned to Surabaya. You refuse to leave your clothes because it's just a little. Buy some clothes with Olif."

"Oh well then. Excuse me, sir."

Cyra breathed a sigh of relief because Gio did not come along. If there is a name, it is not a holiday. Cyra and Olif drive a motorcycle. First they will go to Bogor Palace. After that, go to the shopping center.

Cyra asks Olif for help to take some pictures. Some take pictures with the deer, in the garden and also the palace. He sent the photo to my mother.

After satisfied taking pictures, they continued to buy snacks to kinian. From cilok, taro chips, to ice doger.

"Come on, Cyra hurry."

"Yes a minute."

"Father afternoon. If you go home tonight you'll be angry."

"Yes, this is the parking lot of rame." Cyra pulled the bike back but. "Braa!!!"

"Mom Cyra!" shouted Olif.

Why did it hit the car. No, no, thought Cyra. After leaning his motorbike Cyra saw the state of the car that was accidentally struck by his motorbike. Indeed, the state of parking at that time was very crowded considering this weekend many people went on vacation.

Before long get out of the car a man with black eyes, has clean white skin.

"What's going on?"

"Sorry sir, it was time to rewind the motor accidentally I grazed the front of the car" Cyra explained. He looked very panicked. "Is the damage bad?"

"Hmm not too, can still be brought to the workshop to be repaired."

"Oh, thank goodness." Cyra breathes a sigh of relief. "Kira - guess how much it will cost, I will try to replace."

"No, this has to go to a special workshop."

Wow special workshop. This must be an expensive car Cyra thought to herself. But I have to take responsibility.

"Oh, but I also want to take responsibility."

"Oh, relax. I'll send the bill to you."

"Yes, my name is Cyra. And this is my phone number, you can contact me if the bill from the workshop is out."

"I'm Biantara." replied the man as he picked up a piece of paper containing Cyra's mobile phone number.

Why is that name not foreign. Where yes I heard it thought Cyra was trying to remember.

"Well Mr. Biantara then excuse me first."

"Okay, Cyra."

Cyra immediately left the man, looking across from Olif yelling closer to him.

"Mom is okay?"

"No.what - what Olif. Let's go again."

"Who was that man, Mom? He's angry his car's sagging."

"Ah I'm lucky he didn't take me to the police station."

"That's great. But I'm not a stranger."

"Say her name is Biantara."

"What! The antidote?!"

Cyra. "Yes right."

"Why do we have a problem with him."

"Why indeed?"

"The middle man is the enemy of the afterlife, Lord Aroon" replied Olif.

"Oh yes, I forgot. It's as if I've heard his name."

"How about you know if we're dealing with Mr. Bian. He must be very angry."

"We told her slowly. I'm also afraid that because of this problem my holiday permit can be revoked."

"We'll figure out how to tell mister. Now we shop first ma'am, afraid of a sloth."

"Come on." quickly Cyra rode her motorcycle . It only takes fifteen minutes when they reach the shopping center.

Without amaze - long Olif took some clothes for Cyra.

"It's not wrong of you to buy me a shirt like this."

"No dong ma'am. I guarantee it's sexy."

Heh, surely master is angry if I wear clothes like this. But I'm also the sister of Olif who bought it for me, I think Cyra appreciates.

After almost two hours, their groceries finally ran out. Cyra and Olif are coming home soon. And it's time for Cyra to mentally prepare if at any time Mr. Aroon will be angry.

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