My Love Teacher's

Sabotage

"You're sure this is the place, Sham."

"I'm sure sir. This is the address given by Mr. Sapto." replied Syamsudin while showing the contents of his conversation with Mr. Sapto a few days ago.

"When you look, this is the place."

Aroon looked around the house but there was no one.

Before long came a black BMW car. Aroon immediately took a cautious stance, as did Shamsudin.

There came out a man about forty years old wearing a black shirt.

"Themongrass?"

"Good night Aroon."

"How are you___?"

"It can be here, right?" cut Biantara. "Just ask Mr. Sapto" he said with a smile.

Seen from inside out, Mr. Sapto with some of his men.

"Sorry sir - you all waited a long time." said Sapto. "Let me invite you gentlemen to come to my club." Sapto's men invited them in.

Although it is a simple house but in it is very luxurious with complete facilities. There is also a mini bar. Aroon sat on the chair that had been prepared for him. To his left was Biantara and then Sapto. Shamsuddin stood behind Aroon to guard him.

"All right, let's start our meeting tonight" Sapto said. "So I'll apologize to Mr. Aroon for deciding not to sell my land to you."

"What?! It can't be like that sir. You've promised to sell me the land and also the price offer I've given you is already very high."

"Haha-hhh.. That price you said is high." Biantara tried to provoke.

"Shut up! It's none of your business!" shout Aroon.

"You're wrong, it's my business because this land has fallen into my hands."

Aroon stared intently at Sapto. "Is that really Mr Sapto?" tanyanya growled

Sapto smile. "Calm down, don't misunderstand Mr. Aroon."

"Quiet down? You've been playing behind me!"

"Look, Mr. Aroon, the price you are offering is very high and among us there is no black agreement on white." Sapto tried to explain. "And Mr. Biantara dare to give a price much higher than you. I am a seller and will of course choose a buyer who wants to buy my product at the highest price."

"You should be able to tell me if there's another antidote. Of course I will consider the purchase price!"

"Sorry Mr. Aroon, I need that money immediately. Yesterday you said you'd give the money three more days."

"Yes but it would be natural because of the taking of that much money I have to confirm with the bank" said Aroon. "I think it's you deliberately don't want to sell the land to me. The reason you are saying is too forced. I don't know what that cunning Biantara told you."

"Hey! Don't talk like that! If you lose, say you lose!" yelled Biantara ignited emotions.

Aroon stood up from his seat. "I think our business is done and frankly I regret doing business with you. Good night." Aroon and Shamsuddin immediately left the place. Implied a triumphant smile on Biantara's face.

"I'm sorry sir." said Shamsudin. "My negligence keeps you from getting that land."

"It's not your fault, Sham. It is indeed the Cunning man. I bet he's playing dirty."

"But the lord desperately wants the land."

"It may not be my right to own that land. Let's go home."

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After breakfast with the others. Cyra immediately headed to the study room and there was waiting for Gio, Omar, Olif.

"Good morning everyone." said Cyra.

"Good morning ma'am Cireng." they answered simultaneously with a weak voice.

"Why aren't you excited? Still sleepy?"

"Yes ma'am, last night we couldn't sleep?" answer Omar

"Why? You sick?" ask Cyra. Inwardly he wanted to laugh out loud - bahak with their currently weary faces and panda eyes.

"There's a ghost." Gio replied as he closed his eyes.

"ghosts? Don't make it up - there are no ghosts in this house. It's been proven that I slept really well last night."

"We're not lying ma'am" Olif replied.

"Alright, but I need to emphasize that prayer and getting closer to God will make you avoid it all." Cyra tried to explain. "Start later the night before you go to bed you should recite the prayer first."

"Both ma'am Cireng." they replied simultaneously.

"So we're out today to learn about the outdoors?"

"So ma'am." replied Gio enthusiastically.

"Hmmm, you got a bike?"

"Mommy's got. Make what?"

"We're going to cycle around the plantation and mom is going to explain how the natural process is formed. How can plants grow fruitfully."

"Wow interesting. Let's go cycling." shouted Gio happily.

That expression made Cyra even more excited. Little by little Gio will definitely give a good response to the teachings he gave.

Cyra is cycling around the garden, explaining how plants can grow, what is needed. He also gave an explanation about binantang - animals around the plantation.

"How does Gio, you already understand about nature?"

"I know a lot."

"Well how about we intersperse with a game of guessing - guesswork. The one who can't answer the question from me has to dance. How's it?"

"I agree!" shout Omar.

"Me too" said Olif.

"I agree too." replied Gio.

"All right then we'll start." Cyra started with Gio. "OK Gio, besides the Sun what does a plant need to grow?"

"Hmm water and oxygen."

"Good job a hundred for Gio." Cyra gave him a round of applause. "It's Omar's turn now."

"Wow, don't be that hard, ma'am Cireng."

"Hahahahh, it's not hard if you've listened to my explanation" Cyra replied. "This is a very easy question. You saw a goat, didn't you? Well the goat eats grass or plants so it includes what animals?"

"Hmmm easy." said Omar while sneering. "The answer is carnivory."

"Gio, is Omar's answer correct?" ask Cyra.

"Hahahahah, you're wrong Omar. That's right Herbivore." replied Gio

"It has to dance." Omar immediately stood up and prepared to dance.

"Wait for me to stitch the music." Cyra picked up the phone and chose a dangdut song that was suitable for swaying.

Omar wiggled his butt according to the rhythm of the song, even he invited Olif to sway. Gio who saw laughed happily.

"Let's join Gio's sway." take Cyra with a hand. Gio nodded and joined them.

Meanwhile...

Aroon looked from a distance at those who were swaying. Seen a smile on the corner of his lips, only this time he saw Gio willing to learn and happily laughed like that. Looks like I will give you the bonus Cyra he said in his heart.

"It seems that the young master is already willing to accept Cyra's presence." Shamsuddin came with Sulaiman and stood behind Aroon.

"You're right, Syam. Easy - hopefully next will be like that."

"I'm really grateful that Cyra managed to take the young master's heart. I really feel sorry for him."

"Pity?"

"Sir, he used to work as an elementary school contract teacher, but he was stopped because there was a permanent teacher who replaced his position."

"But I saw that she was an energetic, intelligent and unyielding girl" Sulaiman said.

"You are right, Sulaiman. That's why I dare recommend Mr. Aroon."

"I will hold your word, Sham" said Aroon.

"Ready sir."

"Yes, what about Sawi's order from a Korean company. Are you ready for harvest?"

"good. I'll go back and check on the other vegetables and fruits."

"Okay sir." replied Shamsudin and Sulaiman simultaneously.

Before leaving he took the time to see Cyra who was busy playing while studying. I can't underestimate you Cyra thought Aroon while smiling smirk.

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When almost lunch Cyra saw the bik Tika and Jono who were busy with a lot of cooking.

"There's a bik's party?"

"Eh Cyra, nothing."

"Why are there so many cooks?"

"Today you want a big mustard harvest. He said he wanted to export to Korea. So yes there are additional workers because tomorrow has to be sent."

"Then I help the bik."

"Young master how?"

"By rest and later in the afternoon we start the lesson again."

"Okay if you're not tired. It just so happened that it was almost lunchtime that his cooking was still lacking."

Cyra immediately wears an apron and helps Tika. Almost an hour later they sat in the kitchen and finally the cooking was finished.

They immediately took him to the labor camp and distributed him there.

"Was mom Tika got a new assistant huh?"

"No, this is the young master's teacher."

"Well, teacher is beautiful. Do you have a girlfriend?" the worker's temptation.

"Eh, don't make Miss Cyra ashamed. Let's eat and continue working again." said Bik Tika.

Cyra helps Tika hand out food. Workers praised Cyra's cooking which turned out to be delicious. When it's over Cyra helps clear things up.

"Cyra you rest, won't you teach young master later this afternoon."

"But this plate is still scattered."

"Just relax, there's Jono. Let him do it all."

"Let's go back to the big house."

Cyra and Tika leave the labor camp. The two of them sat together while enjoying the freshness of the guava juice during this hot day.

But suddenly Jono came into conflict - gopoh.

"Mom.. Wipe ma'am!"

"What's up, Jono? Why are you running away like that?"

"That's mom.. That's.. That's.."

"That's.. That's What? That clear?"

"That's mom. The workers all had stomach pains after eating our cooking." replied Jono with a gasp of breath.

"What?!" yelled Tika in disbelief.

"We'll just look there" said Cyra.

"Let's Cyra go there."

With Cyra half-run and Tika's bik back to the labor camp. And there was Aroon who looked very angry.

"Who's cooking lunch?!" his yell.

"Ssa.. I am sir." replied Tika.

"What have you done?! You deliberately made my work sick!"

"Sorry ttuan___." said Bik Tika with trembling body.

"Mr Aroon, wait a minute." said Cyra.

"Don't interfere!"

"I had to interfere because I also helped make Tika cook."

Aroon's eyes seemed to sparkle with anger. He approached and with one move he gripped Cyra's jaw. "You! Your job is to teach my son! Why are you helping Tika cook in the kitchen?!"

Cyra's eyes instantly dimmed with fear of facing Aroon's anger.

"As long as Tika worked here there was never anything like this! After you came this all happened. Who told you to?! Say it!"

"Sick sir." said Cyra softly as her eyes glazed over with glass.

Aroon immediately took off his grip. Cyra can breathe with relief. "I didn't do anything, I really didn't know how just because a cook all the workers could get a stomachache. And the food we cooked was not spicy at all." Cyra tried to explain.

"Master.. Mister.." Solomon came with a paper. "In the food there is a stomach wash."

"What! How can?!" shout Aroon. He saw Cyra. "Explain this!" he threw the paper in Cyra's face.

"I really don't know and I swear that I didn't do that" Cyra replied.

"Master don't just blame Cyra, I was wrong" said Bik Tika.

Aroon snorted in annoyance. "You know, the mustard harvest must be finished soon today and you have ruined it all! We've lost hundreds of millions!"

Aroon sighed. "That's not the point. All I think about is the fate of workers who are sick, they have families and need money. If there is no payment from Korea they will not receive any wages! You know that!"

"I'm sorry sir, I'll take responsibility."

"Responsible?!" Aroon again gripped Cyra's jaw. "Do you know what the word responsibility means? It's not as easy as you say miss?!" Aroon slammed into Cyra's face.

"I'll harvest it."

"Haha-hhh.. You idiot! Get the fuck out of here!" expel Aroon.

Shamsudin who was there immediately pulled Cyra and tried to stop his actions so as not to trigger the anger of Aroon again.

"It is strange why this incident coincided with a large project of cooperation between the master and Korean companies" said Syamsudin. All the main house workers gathered in the kitchen.

"I'll be Mr. Uo's responsibility." said Cyra.

"How?"

"I'll harvest the remaining mustard that hasn't been harvested."

"You're crazy! Still half of what hasn't been harvested."

"It doesn't matter that I'm responsible for the sick worker and also prove my innocence."

"We'll help you Cyra" said Bik Tika

"Yes we will also help you." said Surti

"All right, we do it now. I'll help you Cyra. At the moment Mr. Aroon is going to the city to look for odd jobs" Sulaiman said

Syamsudin, Sulaiman, Fahri, bik Tika, Jono, Surti, Asih and ten workers who are not sick are ready to help Cyra.

They prepared to wear caping, sickles, baskets and hand-t-shirts.

"Let's start." orders Sulaiman.

"Wait!"

Everybody look. And look Gio along with Omar and Olif.

"I'll harvest."

"But young master."

"It's okay, I can." Gio forced. "Mom Cyra I want to come." Gio pleads.

Cyra's eyes glazed over as Gio called his name correctly. He crouched down and held onto Gio's shoulder. "Alright you can come, but if you're tired of resting."

Gio nodded - nodding in agreement. Cyra smiled happily. He could feel the warmth here. Shoulder to shoulder if a friend has difficulty. They're all compact.

God help me complete this mission well, so that I can harvest this mustard just in time and prove that I am innocent of Cyra's prayer in my heart.

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