My Love Teacher's

Take care of you, sir

Denisha helps Billy get Aroon into his room.

"Let's sit on your bed."

"No Denis, my body just feels weak if I sleep on."

"But you're hurt and you need rest." force Denisha. "I promise I'll take care of you."

"Yes sir, Miss Denisha is a patient and gentle person. I'm sure you'll be cured."

"Are you sure you'll take care of me?"

"Related." replied Denisha mantab.

"My wound is still wet and sometimes if there is a slight movement will come out blood. You can see blood."

"Blood." murmured Denisha. "Hmmm... It's okay - what. Please believe me." Denisha codes Billy out and makes room for him and Aroon.

"Mr Aroon then excuse me to come out first. Fear will disturb you, sir, rest."

Aroon just nodded. He leaned on his bed.

"Your room hasn't changed."

"From then do you know about my room?"

"Had Davira used to tell stories, he liked to decorate your room with pastel colors. Even every knick knick he buys I know. So I feel like this is my own room."

Aroon was silent. Denisha sat on the bedside.

"Rest Aroon I will massage your feet, you must be tired on the way." Denisha started massaging Aroon's legs. But precisely what Aroon felt was not massaging but stroking. The longer Denisha hand massage the more up to the thigh. And it's almost Aroon's private property if Denisha's hand isn't stopped by Aroon.

"Please respect your brother. This is our private room. Don't do it here."

"Do what? I'm massaging you Aroon."

"okay.. Stop." said Aroon, sighing. "Please get me my clothes in the closet. I'm gonna change my clothes. This shirt is dirty." Aroon ordered. The goal is that Denisha is not getting more insolent.

"All right." Denisha moved from her seat. He took Aroon's shirt. He gently stroked the shirt - it even kissed her. There's a scent of Aroon left there. Denisha still chose the shirt until she opened the other closet. And the cupboard was filled with Davira's lingerie.

Denisha smile. "I'll wear this shirt later. Just wait for Aroon." he muttered.

After picking up a blue t-shirt Denisha came back to Aroon. "It's better to just wear a t-shirt, not to get hot."

"Whatever."

Denisha starts to undress Aroon, this is the moment she is waiting for. He misses Aroon's burly body which he used to see in silence. He can only dream of it. But the movement of his hand he stopped suddenly. "Your face is bleeding" he said in a panic.

"I told you, my wounds are still wet and prone to bleeding."

"Act.. Ak.. I didn't think it was this much blood."

"How come there's not much I got six stitches in the stomach."

"Ap.. Wh.. Whahuh? Six stitches?" denisha's face instantly turned deathly pale, her hands shaking violently.

"Why you?"

"Oh.. It's okay." Denisha repeatedly caught her breath, trying not to panic. "I opened it."

Aroon.

Denisha continued to open Aroon's shirt, closing her eyes. But he opened his eyes a little to see. "Aaacchhh!!! Da.. Da.. Blood." after saying that he limp and lay down below.

"Denisha why are you?" Aroon who saw it moved quickly. "Aaaarrgghhh!!!" he shouted that felt pain in the wound due to his movement. If he lifts Denisha's body, the seams will open again. "Billy! Billy's! Billy!" his yell.

Billy went into the room in a hurry - gopoh. "What's up, sir? What's going on."

"Denis passed out looking at my blood."

"Oh my god, Miss Denisha can't stand the sight of blood."

"So why did you let him take care of my wounds? You know because of this my wounds are bleeding again."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Take him out!"

"Good sir." Billy immediately carried her out of Aroon's room.

"Of my! Omar! Omar!" was!" call Aroon from the room.

Omar is coming. "What's up, sir?"

"Call Cyra, my wounds bleed again."

"Good sir." Omar ran out because his master looked in so much pain. Luckily Omar immediately looked for Cyra because it happened that Cyra in the kitchen was dividing - for by - by her from Surabaya. "Mom Cyra! Miss Cyra!." call Omar.

"What's up, Omar, you want a snap too. Wait, have to queue up." said Cyra.

"That's not mom. That's.. That's.."

"That's what, if you speak plainly."

"The wound is bleeding again."

"Well, how can you?" cyra's face immediately turned frantic. "There was Miss Denisha."

"Fainting."

"Who fainted? That was clearly Omar. Master fainted?"

"Not ma'am, who fainted Miss Denisha. Let's go see you first."

"Yes.. Yes." answered Cyra while putting her fingers on the table. "Bik Tika please carry on."

"Yes, meet you first" replied Bik Tika.

Cyra and Omar immediately headed to master's room. There it appears that the master is trying to justify his sitting. Cyra immediately helped him. After Aroon sat down perfectly he immediately saw his wound.

"A little open sir.. But it's okay, the stitches are good still like the beginning" said Cyra. "My shoulder is off sir." Cyra please allow me.

"Please." replied Aroon who was still staring at Cyra without blinking.

Cyra then takes warm water to clean the remaining blood that is stuck around the sutures. With Cyra's heart cleaned it. "Sick sir?"

"No."

Cyra blew the wound in the hope that her master would not feel any pain or pain. Once all is clean, Cyra closes the wound with a sterile gauze. "Omar please get me that rolled gauze."

"Good ma'am." Omar immediately handed over the gauze.

"Sir, I'm wrapped in the wound." Cyra immediately closed the stitch wound with gauze. The wound was located on the side of the stomach so inevitably Cyra bandaged it in a circular fashion to resemble a person hugging. O Lord, the distance between me and you is so close, strengthen my faith Cyra prayed in my heart.

Maddened.. It's really crazy. Why do I like his every touch, his breath, his voice Aroon thought in his heart. Heart's pounding.

"Cyra."

"Yes sir." Cyra looked up. Because his position was determined to make it easier for him to bandage Aroon's wounds.

Aroon looked at her face and Cyra's lips why it was so tempting.

"Master." call Cyra again.

"Oh yeah.. I just want to ask if it's done?"

Cyra smiled. "Send again. Doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No."

"I'm not a child."

"Even now you need help, like a child" Cyra said. "Eat already?"

"Not yet."

"Hmmm.. Alright because as a patient the master is not much fussy so I offer the master what to eat?"

"Gio's favorite."

"Hmm now there are two."

"What?"

"Chicken or egg" Cyra said with a smile.

"If I'm the chicken, Miss Cyra, it's better." said Omar.

"He asked me stupid."

"I'm sorry my master hasn't eaten. Hehehehhh." replied Omar.

"You eat Tika's bik's cooking." Omar ordered.

'All right." replied Omar in a disappointed tone.

"So how, sir, what do you want to eat?"

"Try the chicken."

"Well wait a minute." Cyra took care of all the medicine and equipment she used to treat Aroon's wounds. The doctor had explained how to treat it to dry quickly and of course should not be exposed to water. He immediately went out into the kitchen and cooked for Mr. Aroon. It didn't take long to finally finish as well.

"What did you want to eat?"

"Chicken katsu monk, like Gio yesterday."

"Master if you are sick spoiled."

"Haha.. Not also bik. Still arrogant."

"That's a character, it's hard."

"Haha.. Yes bik. I went there first. Afraid to get angry." Cyra carries a tray containing Food, Drink and pieces of fruit. Arriving at the door of Aroon's room he took a deep breath. This was the first time he had entered a man's room. "The food is ready."

"I think it's three hours away." said Aroon.

Cyra just kept quiet, maybe he meant to joke. But rigid is nothing funny - funny.

"What's this?"

"Chicken Katsu sir."

Aroon mangosteen - mangosteen and then silent. It made Cyra astonished. Do you have no taste in my cooking, even though I have decorated it in such a way, Cyra thought.

"When are you quiet?"

"I mean sir?"

"I'm a patient right now, don't you intend to feed me."

"Well.. Oh yea.. Aye." Yeah." Cyra immediately picked up the plate and began to feed Aroon. This strange lord whose stomach hurts why eating should also be fed Cyra thought in her heart. However Cyra painstakingly treated her master without the slightest protest. "Drink sir."

"thank you. Cuisine's great. Gio likes it."

"really? Thank you, sir." Cyra smiled as she bowed in embarrassment, her face flushed red making Aroon even more anxious to see her. "Master wants to eat fruit?"

"Later on."

"then take the medicine." Cyra took the medicine and read the drinking rules listed there. There are three types of antibiotics, pain relievers and fever. All are consumed after eating. Cyra held Aroon's forehead. "Hmm no longer fever, means fever medicine should not be taken sir."  Cyra opens and gives two drugs to Aroon Drink.

Aroon dutifully drank it. "Tomorrow to prepare breakfast for me too."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Typically Gio eats what in the morning."

"My special sandwich."

"I'll eat that."

"Then I go out first. Happy mister's rest." Before Cyra left he confirmed the location of the blanket, set the temperature of the room and then went out.

Aroon's smile expanded, it turned out to be delicious so the patient thought while closing his eyes.

Cyra came out with a heart and walked towards the kitchen. But on the way he was stopped by someone.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm taking care of you, miss."

"Please design you! Start itching you, teasing Aroon."

"I mean miss?" ask Cyra whose emotions are almost ignited. He was tired because since returning from the airport he had not rested at all.

"Who told you to?! I'll take care of Aroon."

"Miss passed out looking at master's blood, do you think it's worth taking care of people?"

Denisha clutches Cyra's hand, but he survives without a fight. He does not want to mash up the noise that can interfere with the master's rest. "Why silence! Let's fight!"

"Sorry lady, I don't want to disturb your rest sir. Doesn't the lady also want you to get well soon? So let's make peace."

"I don't want to make peace with a gem like you! Remember that! I'm quiet because Aroon's sick. Understood?!" Denisha loosened her grip and then walked away from Cyra's presence.

Cyra breathed with relief. I have to be careful so that my emotions are not provoked, Cyra thought.

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This morning Cyra was getting ready to go to Aroon's room, she had to change the bandage and also prepare breakfast for him. He had the confidence to go in and out of Aroon's room. But his nature is only temporary as long as Aroon is sick.

Arriving inside the room, Cyra flicked the curtains open the window for fresh air to enter. "Morning all the way." said he.

"Morning." replied Aroon in a hoarse voice. Cyra helps her to sit leaning on the bed.

"Because the wound of the master must not be exposed to water, this morning my master's body wipes with warm water only."

"I want to shampoo."

"But mr___."

"My hair's itchy, and there's a shower."

Cyra thought hard how her master was able to shampoo. He saw a wooden chair. He then asked Omar for help to put the chair in the bathroom just below the Shower, "Well please sir."

"You sure?"

"Remain sir. A thousand percent sure. I guarantee you won't hit your wound."

"All right."

Actually Cyra is quite deg - with both of them in the bathroom together with her master. Oh god, send it...