My Love Teacher's

Did You Kiss Me Cyra

"Which shampoo do you want?"

"As far as you go."

"I'm wearing this one." Cyra showed her the shampoo of her choice and Aroon answered her with a nod. Cyra started to turn on the shower and set the water temperature. "Is this too hot, sir?"

"No, it's fitting."

"Alright I go on, sir." after all the wet hair Cyra poured shampoo into Aroon's hair. He squeaks his head for relaxation.

Aroon was so happy that he closed his eyes, he really felt relaxed and really liked Cyra's massage.

"Sir."

"Hmmm.."

"The hair of the master is a bit long, do I want to cut the hair?"

"Can you?"

"Could, slightly. If I just flatten it I can."

"You used to work in a salon?"

"No sir. I was able to cut my hair from my father. Our lives used to be very fitting - pasan. Going to a barber or salon should be thought over and over again. My dad cut my own hair often. From there I saw and learned. I can finally cut like this." Cyra started rinsing Aroon's hair clean.

"All right, I believe you. Just cut my hair."

Cyra took a towel and started drying her hair. He pulled Aroon out of the bathroom and sat him on a sofa. "I have the chair and the scissors ready, sir." Cyra came out of Aroon's room and again had to ask Omar for help who was still accompanying Gio to play.

"What's the chair made?" ask Gio.

"I want to cut your father's hair. If he's long he'll be like a thug." Cyra's words make Gio laugh.

"I want to go there."

"All right come on." Cyra held Gio's hand towards Aroon's room.

Billy who sees their closeness seems to need to report it to Denisha. "Dare - how dare the hick girl freely in and out of Mr. Aroon's room." he murmured furiously.

Arriving in Aroon's room, Gio slid into Aroon's arms. He quickly pulled Gio's hand.

"Why?" protestations

"Your father is still wet, slow down."

"All right."

"Hey come here son, I'm fine. Your phoo is strong."

Gio slowly hugged Aroon. "I want to help Miss Cyra cut Phoo's hair."

"Be careful, there will be hair phoo so bald." Aroon tried to joke.

"Already - let's start" said Cyra. He then covered Aroon's body with a cloth like the one in the salon. Cyra started cutting Aroon's hair with heart.

"Mom Cyra I want to try."

"Yes for a minute" answered Cyra. "By master?"

"Leave him."

"Yeayyy." shouted Gio.

"I'll hold Phoo's hair and you'll cut it, okay?"

"okay."

Aroon let Gio cut his hair. Seeing that child happy was enough for him.

"It's over, sir." said Cyra. It cleans the rest of the hair until nothing sticks anymore. Gio was also very satisfied with his work.

"Phoo is so handsome."

"Thank you son. Hasn't Phoo been handsome long ago."

"I'm more handsome."

"Yes, you're more handsome." Aroon kissed Gio's cheek and prepared to hold his only son.

"Don't you first, the wound will bleed again. Wait three more days."

"You're with that Gio, Miss Cyra forbid me to carry you."

"It's okay - what. I don't mind, the important thing is that Phoo gets well."

"Gio after Miss Cyra gets settled here, we'll start learning."

"All right, I'm going to study with Omar and Olif."

Gio came out of Aroon's room. Cyra immediately cleaned the hair that fell on the floor to clean. He watched Aroon scratching his back.

"Do you need to change clothes, sir? It might itch because there's hair stuck to the shirt."

"May, get me my shirt on the cupboard."

"Good." Cyra put down her broom and turned to the wardrobe. He opened slowly because he did not know where Aroon's clothes were located while there were many cupboards. "Aaaccchhh!!!" his yell. He saw some lingerie that really made him smell. There are fur decorations - feathers and also shaped like nets - nets.

"What's wrong?"

"Eh.. No sir."

"Have you met his shirt?"

"Salah." answered Cyra and hurried to close the closet again. Finally he picked up a t-shirt for his master. He accidentally nudged the pile until it fell down. Again he was caught off guard by that thing. Well ********** belong to Aroon. This is crazy.God, my eyes are stained.

Cyra quickly picked up and put it back in place.

"This is the shirt, sir."

"Get it." Aroon ordered.

"But your hand is fine."

"Make lifting up hurt Cyra."

"All right."

With slightly trembling hands Cyra undressed Aroon.is clearly able to see the burly body from a close distance. He was silent to see the tattoo on Aroon's body.

"No need to be amazed." said Aroon who arrived suddenly disperse his daydream.

"Eh.. Hm." Cyra was wrong. "Hurt sir."

"At first yes. But if you're used to not being sick." replied Aroon.

"Gulege time. In Thailand like this is not a strange thing. Because there were some of them tattooing his body as a symbol of strength, inevitability and devotion to his god."

"If it's sometimes synonymous with thugs."

"Hahahahh, not really. Tattooing is also considered an art. In Japan many people also tattoo themselves with the dragon as a symbol of power."

Cyra looked closer. "If this is what you're drawing." point it at the tattoo on his left chest.

"This is Sak yant's tattoo. This tattoo has existed since the Ayutthaya era, which is since the 14th century. Sak Yant was used by soldiers as protection and strength in the face of battle. I got this tattoo after Davira's death. The goal is to make me stronger. After Davira died I returned to my hometown in Thailand. There are many people who suggest that I make a tattoo like this. Sak Yant is very famous, many people who deliberately came to Thailand just to get this tattoo. Especially when the Wai Kru festival is held, about 10,000 people will flock to Wat Bang Phra, both of which want to be tattooed, he said, re-energize the tattoo or just be a visitor who wants to watch this unique event."

"Wah seems very attractive sir." said Cyra with a smile. Aroon looked at her very sharply, he could see Cyra's face up close. And there's something strange. Like a dream he had when he had a fever. She felt that Cyra had kissed her softly.

"Please clean up the fur that grows on my face."

"Master wants a shave? But the master's hand is okay - napa. Should have shaved himself." elak Cyra.

"I'm lazy and it's also itchy."

"Heh, okay." Cyra started using shaving cream and applied it on Aroon's face. Slowly he began to shave his hair. Between Aroon and Cyra there was no distance at all until their breaths clashed. Cyra could feel the breath coming out of Aroon's nose.

"Cyra."

"Yes sir."

"Have you ever kissed me, when I had a fever."

Plethaks!!! Cyra dropped the shaver in surprise at Aroon's question.

"No sir.. I don't dare."

"really? Why am I such a stranger to seeing these lips?" ask Aroon.

Cyra immediately pursed her lips and picked up the razor that had fallen on the floor. "At that time you have a fever, people with fever usually like to delirious." Cyra tried to give a good reason. God, don't let you know I kissed him quietly. "May I continue, sir. Because I'm waiting for Gio to learn."

Aroon. Cyra sped up her work so it could be finished soon. Fear if you are going to ask more strange questions.

"Already sir." said Cyra, handing over a glass. "Have cleaned?"

"Yes, it's clean."

"I'll excuse you, sir." Cyra hurried out of Aroon's room.

Meanwhile Billy has reported all the events he saw with his own eyes.

"Call Bian."

"Don't miss, let's handle this Cyra ourselves."

"No, that girl is too strong, even stronger than my sister" Denisha replied. "Hurry up Bian's phone, I have to hold her accountable. He's already received information from us."

'All right, miss." Billy immediately called Biantara. "Not taken up, miss."

"Ah you're slow. Here."

Billy hands Denisha his phone. Denisha tried to contact Biantara.

"Hello dear."

"Don't call me baby." Denisha snapped. "Where you promise, I've given you some very important information, but why is the girl still hanging around here."

"okay.. Okay.. Don't keep pushing me Denis."

"Of course I'll keep pushing, that's my right."

"Alright, you lure him out and I'll get rid of that girl soon."

"Good, I want to be right away!"

Call terminated. Denisha slams Billy's phone into bed.

"Miss."

"What!"

"So I saw Shamsudin go in a door."

"Which door?"

"I'll show you, miss."

Denisha follows Billy into a hallway with a new door this time Denisha realizes. At first he thought it was a barn door turned out to be a door to another place.

"Home? Whose house is this?"

"I don't know either, Miss."

'Let's go in." Denisha ordered. He looked around the house. "The house is clean and there are also fresh flowers maintained, that means there are those who occupy this house."

"Yes, miss is right. Look at this with no dust at all."

Denisha starts to go inside he opens the room and finally finds out who already lives there.

"Damn it!"

"Why miss?" Billy's approaching Denisha.

"It turns out the girl lives here."

"What does Miss Cyra mean?"

"Well, who else" replied Denisha. "Look at these clothes." Denisha showed Billy the contents of the closet. "I remember now, Davira used to tell me that before the two of them built a house, Aroon once owned a house. Is this house?"

"Maybe, miss. It's a pretty big, nice house."

"Unfortunately, it's fitting that she dares to go in and out of Aroon's room, it turns out that Aroon gave this first house to her."

"Miss don't want to lose, we have to act fast."

"Oh Billy, does anyone know that we're here?"

"No miss."

"Good." Denisha takes off her jewelry and hands it to Billy. "Enter it into Cyra's closet."

"What's miss for?"

"This is a warning to him not to dare to fight me. We make him steal my jewelry."

"What a great idea, lady, I really like it."

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