My Love Teacher's

The arrival of Aryo

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Lake in."

Cyra immediately opened the door of Aroon's study. "Good morning sir, can I talk to you for a minute."

"Can, sit down."

"Thank you sir."

"What's wrong?"

Cyra took a deep breath before starting the conversation with Aroon. It is very careful. "I want to talk about Omar and Olif."

"I won't change my decision Cyra."

"I know they're guilty of starting a fight but it's all triggered by Billy's words that seem on purpose."

"You already know that Billy sometimes seems provoking but why do you still serve, Even I saw myself the first to push is Olif" said Aroon. "I mean good Cyra, so they'll behave better, be more polite because that'll all be a contoj for my son. It's wrong to worry."

"Master is not wrong" Cyra replied. "After I know the intent and purpose of the master punishing them, I think I will agree with the master."

"Let them introspect. This is Billy, what if there were hundreds of people like Billy. I hope they don't get into the game."

"Well, I'll tell them, sir."

"Yes, tell them to take a week to reflect on their attitude."

"Okay sir, I will tell you. Then excuse me."

Cyra got up from her seat but was restrained by Aroon. "Wait."

"Yes sir."

"What about your headache?"

"It's improving. I don't feel dizzy."

"Thank God."

"Where do you know I have a headache? Didn't you come home last night with Gio."

"Hm.. Oh yea. Hmm from Omar."

"Yes sir." awkwardness overpowered them. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"Nothing?"

"Well, then excuse me." Cyra came out of Aroon's study. He walked towards Gio's study room where Omar and Olif were waiting for him.

"How's mom?"

"The two of you still get the penalty of having to work on the plantation."

"Mom Cyra didn't defend us?"

"Omar, Olif listen to me first. Mr. Aroon saw it all from our debate and ended up with you pushing Billy. The master regretted your errant attitude and of course it would have a bad influence on Gio."

"But Billy's words made us emotional."

'Yes, sir, you know that. But you guys from the beginning already know that Billy likes to renovate. You should not have served. Consider it the wind."

Omar and Olif fell silent as if they understood what Cyra was saying. The purpose of the master is good so that they maintain more politeness.

"We will carry out this punishment, Miss Cyra."

"Haha.. Omar.. Omar.. It's just ordinary punishment. Why do you feel like you're gonna punish me for years."

"For me it's been years ma'am. Not meeting young master and Miss Cyra day - day feels so long."

"Heleh dreadful" said Olif while terrorizing Omar's head.

"Haha-hh.. " Cyra and Gio laughed looking at them. Surely their days will also be quiet without the presence of Omar and Olif.

"Oya Gio, as long as Omar and Olif work on the estate you have to be independent without them."

'Can I?"

"Could. You must remind them of what they prepare for your needs every day. And you have to do it yourself. We can't keep depending on others."

"Well, I'll try."

"Good." Cyra gently caressed Gio's head. He knows Gio's early start will be difficult but he is fully convinced that Gio can.

"Mrs Cyra."

"Yes Omar."

"What about the taste of wine? Hehehehh." Omar grimacing.

"Just this once I try." Cyra replied as she opened the page of the textbook she was going to teach Gio this morning.

"Well, it's best to just get drunk like that" Olif muttered as he closed his mouth.

"Indeed why? Did I do something embarrassing?" ask Cyra. Omar and Olif looked at each other. "Omar. Olives. Let's answer." Cyra put down her book and looked towards them.

"Mom Cyra is like a little boy, laughing, singing, walking around, dancing until you're overwhelmed."

"Master? What does this have to do with sir?"

"Because it's the night the three of us got home. So the master who takes care of Miss Cyra includes cleaning everything clean. Sir didn't tell me?"

Cyra's mouth was open in disbelief. He asked how my head was. God, did I do something embarrassing. Cyra seemed to think very hard.

"Mom Cyra.. Miss Cyra.. Miss Cyra." call Olif many times and break Cyra's daydream.

"Oh yeah, how's Olif?"

"We're getting ready to work on the farm."

"Oh yeah.. Heart - heart. Later when the sentence is over we share the story okay."

"What's mom doing?"

"Let Gio also know and have a lot of experience."

"okay.. Okay then." answer them both.

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It has been two days now Cyra and Gio doing learning activities without Omar and Olif even though the atmosphere became quiet but it was good enough for Gio's concentration. Gio is also more independent in doing things without the help of Omar and Olif it is also a good progress for the development of Gio.

This morning as usual Cyra taught Gio. It just so happened that Gio asked to study outside.

"Gio, you've solved the problem."

Cyra took Gio's book to see the answer. "Hmm good, just the matter of the number three is less complete."

"Which one?"

"This, it should___."

"Bu Cyra." Cyra hasn't finished explaining the matter to Gio there's a worker calling him.

"Yes." Yeah."

"There's a guest."

"Guests? Who?"

"Say she's Cyra's friend in Surabaya. His name is Aryo."

"Aryo." muttered Cyra. Tumben Aryo came to the plantation, this must be the idea I thought Cyra. What if master doesn't let me receive guests.

"Mrs Cyra."

"What about?"

"Mum's gun."

"Oh. I'll see him." said Cyra. "Wait a minute, I'll say goodbye to Gio first."

Cyra closed the textbook and handed the notebook to Gio. "I have a guest. Just rest up."

"Who?"

"That's the police officer who came to my house in Surabaya."

"Oh, Cyra's soul mate."

"Sstt.. Don't be hard - hard. He's not my soul mate. Later if people hear in real thought."

"All right, I'll just go back to my room." Gio immediately left Cyra alone.

Cyra rushed forward to meet Aryo. He saw a young man with a mature skin wearing a hat.

"Mas Aryo."

"Hi Cyra."

"Do you know if you work on this farm?"

"Then I went to your house. I thought you hadn't come home. So I asked your mother what kind of farm you worked on. He answered Mr. Aroon's estate. Googles, meet me."

"Oh." That's all that came out of Cyra's mouth.

They were silent for a moment. Cyra was confused as to what to talk about.

"Eh, let's sit there." point Cyra at a gazebo.

Aryo walks after Cyra to a gazebo.

"The estate belonging to Mr. Aroon is spacious huh?"

"Yes. He is successful."

"I don't think I'm interrupting your work hours?"

"I happen to be teaching. It's a short break later this afternoon."

"You're not scolded?"

"What about?"

"Well about receiving guests."

"I don't know because I've never had a guest."

"It's an honor to be your first guest."

Cyra just smiled at Aryo's words.

"Cyra."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm actually here because I want to get to know you better."

"Oh."

"I happen to be transferred to Tangerang so I can see you often."

"But I have to work. On this farm it's very tight."

"But mother says every week you're off work."

"Hmm." Cyra is confused because it turns out that mother has a lot of stories to Aryo. "Sometimes, if you will."

"Then let me know if you're off. We can walk together."

"Oh.. Okay." answered Cyra. It was the same with no response. Aryo's strength alone had shocked him.

Meanwhile...

Gio walked down the hallway to his room but as soon as he passed through the living room there Aroon was chatting with Denisha.

"Cock you're alone. Where's Miss Cyra?" ask Aroon.

"There's a guest."

"Guests?"

"He uh. Cyra's friend from Surabaya." replied Gio.

Denisha who heard that felt it was an opportunity. "So bad he received a guest. He should have given you permission, Aroon."

"Yes right, she's not the hostess here" Billy added.

Aroon was silent. "Man or woman?" ask Aroon to Gio.

"Hm.. Phoo remembers the soul mate of Cyra from Surabaya. That's the guest." replied Gio.

Aroon looked extremely furious hearing the report from Gio. His hands clasped tightly. His face hardened and his eyes changed sharply.

Denisha smiled at Aroon's change of face. He could read that Aroon did not like Cyra's friend. And this is an opportunity for him.

Cyra, you're gonna get the stone. Your opponent is not just any opponent.

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