My Love Teacher's

Trauma Healing

Cyra endured the pain all over her body trying to get off her bed. Aroon who saw felt unbearable with Cyra's condition. It feels like he is holding Cyra's fragile body but what power Cyra does not want to be touched by it.

"Cyra, let me help you. Believe me, I won't do anything with you. Just help you."

'Don't sir! I don't want to be touched by anyone! Understood!"

Cyra kept trying with the rest of her strength she kept trying to get down. Aroon immediately looked for his clothes and put them on. He opened the door and it was not locked at all. This astonished him and led to the perception that this incident was indeed well planned. It's just that what still bothers her mind is, who is the mastermind behind this all. He will not forgive her because as a result of this all the future of a good girl - good will be ruined.

Cyra has come down. He walked around holding on to the wall. A few steps he stopped to fix the cloth covering his body. Seeing that Aroon ran out and looked for his car. Luckily the car was still there. Aroon looked for his jacket and clothes that were there. Usually, he uses it if at any time his clothes are dirty.

"Cyra wear this."

"Stop there, sir!"

"No. I didn't approach or touch you. I'm just gonna give you this jacket and shirt to cover your body."

"Put it there." orders Cyra with a ketus.

Aroon without refuting immediately put down the shirt and immediately avoided Cyra. He decided to wait outside. His mind was really frustrated. He doesn't even remember anything. If you look at the wounds on Cyra's body he must be very brutal.

Shortly thereafter Cyra came out.

"Cyra, let's go home." take Aroon. "If you don't want to be near me, sit in the back."

Without answering anything Cyra immediately opened the car door and sat in the back. Aroon then immediately started the engine and left the curse place. Throughout the journey Cyra just kept silent. He saw the outside scenery and occasionally wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks without being asked. Looks like my actions made him really traumatized Aroon thought in his heart.

Aroon took his phone and contacted someone. "Syam, I've managed to bring Cyra home. But his condition is very weak. I'm asking you to stand in front and take him to his room immediately."

"Good sir."

Cyra just silently listened to her master's conversation with Mr. Uo. He knew the good intentions of Aroon. But the trauma of being close to him still exists.

After a few hours they finally arrived at the farm. Aroon knew their arrival would cause a stir let alone the state of Cyra like that surely people would ask. He didn't want it to make him more stressed.

Aroon stopped his car in front. There Shamsuddin and Solomon were waiting for their arrival. Shamsuddin quickly opened the door. He was very surprised by Cyra's weak condition. His hands and feet were bleeding. Even his lips were hurt. Shamsudin's heart cried to see the condition of his nephew. But he paused because he didn't want to add a sad Cyra. All it takes is his support at this time.

"Come, I'll take you to the room."

His face was silent expressionlessly just looking at his Pak Uo. Cyra tried to go down slowly but because his body was weak which was not fed and drank for two days forced Shamsudin to carry him. Her tears were pouring down her cheeks.

"Don't cry son, you're safe. There's already me."

Aroon looked at it with glazed eyes, he was completely guilty of Cyra.

Shamsudin moved quickly so that the entire house no one knew the condition of Cyra, but when they passed the hall Gio saw Cyra who was being carried by Shamsudin.

"Mom Cyra! Miss Cyra!" he was trying to chase.

The call hastened the pace of Syamsudin. As soon as she reached Cyra's house she immediately closed the door. Cyra's cry grew louder, as she listened to Gio's voice calling out to her.

"Mom Cyra! Miss Cyra!" Gio banged - gedor door. Omar and Olif caught up with him.

"What's the matter young master?"

"So I saw Miss Cyra."

"Where?" ask Omar

"So in the arms of Mr. Sham."

"It was also my best to look at Miss Cyra" Olif muttered. "Means my eyes and young master are still normal."

"Oh, so you said my eyes weren't normal."

"Thank God you're self-conscious. Juling." sneer Olif.

"This is why the fight continues, let's find Miss Cyra."

"i'll get you the spare key, young master" Omar said. He turned around and rushed towards Tika's buik who was believed to hold the duplicate keys of all the rooms.

"No need, let Ms. Cyra rest." stop Aroon from behind.

"Poo!!" yelled Gio who ran over to Aroon's arms. "you're home? means Miss Cyra survived?"

Aroon. "Yes, Miss Cyra needs rest because her body is weak" replied Aroon. "Let's get out of here."

"Good Phoo. Come on Omar, Olif we're out of here."

Syamsudin was able to breathe with relief as Gio managed to leave. "Cyra, clean yourself up." Shamsudin ordered. 'I'll call the doctor."

"No need" he said softly.

"Your wounds need to be treated, so as not to be infected."

"Alright if that's what you want. I'll prepare medicine and eat for you."

Cyra just kept quiet without answering, not because of disrespect for his Pak Uo but rather his trauma that made him like that. That terrible event was like spinning around in his head. After Syamsudin out Cyra limped to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stood silently under the water.

Her tears flowed along with the descent of the water from the shower. Cyra rubs - rubs her body continuously "I'm dirty! I'm dirty!" muttered. He rubbed so hard that his skin turned red. "Aaaaacchhhh!!!" his screams. "God why is this happening to me? Why?" she kept crying in the bathroom. He did not at all think the pain due to the wound he got. Long enough Cyra flushed his body until the sound of knocking made him realize.

"Mom Cyra you're inside." Gio's voice made him slightly aware. 'Miss cyra, I came to see you. You okay?" gio's innocent voice made Cyra seem to rise up.

"I'm fine what Gio is." Cyra replied in a hoarse voice.

"You took a shower for so long. I've been waiting for you."

"My body's dirty. When it's clean I'll come out."

"All right, I'll wait outside." Gio's voice slid away, which meant he was outside his room.

Cyra grabbed the towel, she started drying her body. He then saw his body on the glass sink in the room. Looks spotting - red spots where - where. His eyes were glazed again. He then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He did it over and over again until his heart and mind were calmer. Oh, my god, strengthen me.. Strengthen me.. Strengthen my prayer Cyra in heart.

After fully wearing the clothes he immediately came out of the bathroom. He walked slowly because underneath it was still very painful and strange.

Cyra was very surprised when he headed to the living room there already waiting for Gio, Omar, Olif, Bik Tika and also Jono.

"You waiting for me?" cyra said softly, she tried to smile even though her heart was crumbling dimly.

"Thank God you're Cyra's safe, I'm worried about you." Tika hugged Cyra tightly.

"Thank you everyone was worried about me."

Bik Tika led her to sit on the sofa. Gio had already brought a medicine box and was ready to treat Cyra's wounds.

"Mom Cyra I'll treat your wounds."

"Thank you Gio." Cyra stroked Gio's hair gently. "Let me just."

Omar and Olif who cried as much as they could not say what - what to see Cyra's condition. "Mrs Cyra what did they do to you that your hands and feet hurt like that. They must've tied you up so hard." Omar said. "When I meet them I will kill them with my own hands."

"I'm fine, thanks for the attention.'

"Cyra you eat first, said Mr. Aroon you have not eaten and drank for almost two days." make Tika bring closer the tray containing rice and side dishes, fruit and milk. "Eat first so that your strength will recover quickly."

"Thank you bik." Cyra was helped by Olif starting to feed the food into her mouth. Cyra can only eat half of it. "Enough Olif."

"Bu Cyra ate half of it, it's rice and the side dishes are still there." forced olif.

"It's enough Olif, I still feel nauseous."

"All right." Olyf put the pring on the tray. He then took the medicine box and began treating the wounds on Cyra's hands and feet. "Lord Cyra, did they slap you so hard that your lips bled like this?"

"Yes." That's all that came out of Cyra's mouth. He remembered the bite of Aroon.

"Eh how about we let Cyra rest first, she must be tired" suggested bik Tika. "Cyra rest in the room, let me take care of this. Master told me to take care of your meal during the healing."

"I'll sleep here" said Gio. "I'll keep Miss Cyra from being kidnapped again."

Cyra just smiled at Gio's innocent words. He hugged Gio gently.

"Young master better let Ms. Cyra rest a few more days without us interrupting" Omar said.

"Yes, young master." said Olif, confirming Omar's words.

"Alright." replied Gio with a disappointed look. They all finally get out of Cyra's house leaving her alone.

After they exited Cyra went back to her room to rest. He closed his eyes but could not. I miss my mom's dad. I will try to ask Mr. Uo to take me home, Cyra thought.

Because her soul and body were so tired that Cyra fell asleep.

"Tidaakkk sir!!! Youno!!!" he delirious in his sleep. He saw Aroon forcing him. "Don'tnnnnn!!!" he shouted as loud as possible. Sweat washed over his body.

"Cyras! Cyra!" someone patted - patting his shoulder made him realize.he woke up with a hunting breath.

"Pak Uo." he said softly.

"You why? What exactly did they do to traumatize you like this?"

Cyra just kept quiet, she then rebuked. Shamsudin hugged her trying to give her peace. "I want to go home, Mr. Uo. I need mom and dad."

"Yes.. Ja.. Tomorrow we go home."

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