My Love Teacher's

The First Delayed Night

Shamsudin carried Cyra's suitcase into Aroon's room.

"I have to stay here?"

"You're a blow or something? Now you're master's wife. I should call you madam."

"Don't do that Mr. Uo. I'm still the old Cyra."

"Maybe you can do this with me, but not with other workers."

"Yes.. Yeah.."

"Cyra."

"Yes Mr. Uo."

"Do you really love the master?"

Cyra speechless. He took his eyes off of Mr. Uo's gaze. "Of course Mr. Uo. Aapa Pak Uo doubted me?"

"Since when?"

"Hmmm.." Cyra seemed to think hard looking for the right reason. "After the abduction occurred. I became aware that master loved me."

"You're not lying?"

"No Mr. Uo. Dad and I know."

"All right, I believe. But there are some things you should know."

"What's that?"

"The enemy is many, so I hope you have to be careful, especially with Biantara and Miss Denisha. Stay away from them. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Thank you for your attention to me. I'll take heart and I ask Mr. Uo to take it easy. There's a husband who will always protect me."

"Yes.. Ja.. I believe." Syamsudin stroked Cyra's soft hair. "Then I say good."

"Thank you Mr. Uo."

After Shamsudin died, Cyra immediately opened the door and entered Aroon's room. The room was still the same condition as the last time he went there. This room seems masculine because Aroon is long widowed. No romantic touch. Color - color selected even seem neutral Black, Ash, Brown.

Cyra circulated his gaze, there was a king size bed. Workbench, wardrobe, sofa with a large television and bathroom inside. I can sleep on the sofa. The sofa was big, he thought in his heart. Cyra put her suitcase on the table. He opened it, the clothes he had were not much so everything was enough to fit in his big suitcase.

Cyra looked at the wardrobe, he opened the place where the clothes he could use to put his clothes. He remembered that he had found a closet full of lingerie. Well that cupboard corner. Out of curiosity whether the lingerie was still there eating Cyra opened it slowly and it turned out to be empty.

"empty." he muttered.

"The lingerie I got rid of." suddenly Aroon was behind him.

"Sir." Cyra turned around and saw Aroon who was already standing in front of the door. He was embarrassed like a spotted thief.

"The lingerie belongs to Davira. Tika I told you to keep it. And that you can put your clothes on."

"iii.. Thank you, sir."

"When are you going to call me sir?"

"Until I get used to it."

Aroon moved forward approaching Cyra step by step. Cyra compensated by retreating slowly. "Until when?"

"Engg.. Sbatch___. I don't know sir." Cyra did not continue his words

"If you do not get used to it, until anytime you will not get used to it" said Aroon. "Now try to call me Aroon."

"Not polite sir."

"I am your husband no longer your master." replied Aroon. "Come on.. Try to call me Aroon."

Cyra looked nervous. Her tongue was stiff. I don't know why he could do this. Though usually in front of Aroon he often spoke fluently and even argued with each other. Is it because their staus are now different. Cyra tried to make a sound. "Aroon" he said softly.

"That's what you can do." Aroon smiled. "Now try again."

"Aroons." Cyra called out to him in a soft voice. With a single move the aroon lifted up Cyra's body and sat her down on the table. "Ap.. What are you doing?"

"Again you call me sir."

"It.. It.. It's because I'm too nervous." Answer Cyra. "Go away, my master will come down."

"Call Aroon first I'll let you down." God.

"Yes.. Yeah.." Cyra took a deep breath. "Aroons.. Aroons.. Aroons. Already satisfied!" cyra said with annoyance.

Aroon laughed out loud - bahak. "All right, you can come down. I'm not gonna tease you." Aroon dropped Cyra off the table.

"Thank you." said Cyra shyly - embarrassed.

"I'll be on the farm for a minute. You can style your clothes calmly without fearing I'm interrupting" Aroon said. "Hmmm. You better hide the 36C well - well. Makes me travel anywhere." Aroon left while smiling triumphantly.

"Twayannn!!!" cyra shouted annoyedly.

After the departure of Aroon Cyra immediately put his clothes on the cupboard that has been prepared for him. As Aroon suggested he hid the 36C in a place that others could not see. He was afraid of Aroon's words. Although this marriage has not been based on love, it is still the first night.

Cyra is done arranging her clothes. she immediately took a shower and will help Tika's bik cook in the kitchen.

"Bus."

"Cyra uh Madam."

"Don't call me that bik. Just cyra."

"Can't be madam, now her position is another."

'This is not anyone, bik Tika can call me Cyra if in a crowded place just call the mistress is okay."

"All right." answered Tika. 'Okay, was this part of your plan back then."

'Yes, aunt is right."

"My message is just one. heart - heart. It's too fucking ugly."

'Bik Tika take it easy." answered Cyra. "Well, what do you want to cook for dinner?"

"Sort of - sort. There's a vegetable stir-fry, fried chicken, young master's favorite egg."

'Don't if you know he can be angry. How could the big madam cook in the kitchen."

"Not what - what bik. Is not cooking the duty of a wife or mother.'

"Alright if you force."

They are both engrossed in cooking in interspersed with chatter - small talk.

"Cyra."

"Yes bik."

"This night tonight is your first night. Don't forget to take a bath first let it smell, let mister klepek - klepek."

"Ah bik Tika this talk what the hell."

"Not to be ashamed. We're all the same - grown up."

"Bik, it's ah." said Cyra embarrassedly. His face was red.

"You're ashamed. I've seen it before," Tika's fashion bik.

"Bik Tika... I'll set the table first." Cyra avoid. Because frankly that's what he's afraid of. It's not ready yet. He has not confirmed his feelings for his master. Even asking for up to a year.

Cyra arranged the dining table, she saw Gio approaching her.

"You want to eat?"

"If there's Miss Cyra I don't taste."

"really? I cooked your favorite egg." Cyra showed me her cooking eggs. And it looks tempting. Repeatedly Gio swallowed his saliva. Cyra knows Gio wants to, only he's a prestige. Just like Aroon's father.

"No! I don't want to eat!" Gio leaves Cyra alone. Cyra sighed. He has to start all over again. But it seems like it's harder than it used to be. He has to be extra patient.

Aroon came and saw Gio leave.

"What's wrong with her? Does he not want to eat?"

"Hm.. Gio's not feeling well."

"Don't lie, he was fine" said Aroon. "I'm going to his room."

"Wait." Cyra pulled Aroon's hand. "No need. We give him room to be alone first. I'll bring him a meal."

"Well if that's what you want." Aroon sat down while waiting for Cyra to prepare food for Gio. Cyra immediately headed to Gio's room. There he meets Omar and Olif.

"Mrs Cyra."

"Omar, Olif I'm having dinner for Gio. He hasn't eaten."

"If he refuses Mom?"

"Let's say Tika's ripe, she'll want to."

"All right." replied Omar.

Cyra returned to the dining table and served Aroon a meal. They were having a little chat about the plantation. Aroon loves to tell stories. I don't know if Cyra feels that Aroon is different. More friendly, smiley, more patient and romantic.

After finishing eating Aroon headed to his room, Cyra caught up with him from behind. Aroon was taking a bath while Cyra paced back and forth in nervousness. He had placed his pillow and blanket on the sofa. At this time he could not if he had to sleep together in one bed.

Chequek.. Aroon opened the bathroom door. Hearing that his heartbeat was getting worse.

"Not slept?"

"Hm.. Eengg.. Not yet sir." answered Cyra.

Aroon who was still drying her hair smiled looking at Cyra's stiffened face. "Oh I know."

"Know what sir?"

"You're waiting for me. It's our first night."

Degs.. Degs.. Deg. Cyra's heart feels loose.

"Ttttii's.. Tttii.. Tttidak.  Sssaya's gonna sleep on the couch." Cyra pointed towards the sofa on which were pillows and blankets.

"Haha.. You're so scared of me."

"Sssaya is not ready, sir. Didn't you give me a year."

"Yes.. Ja.. I remember." Aroon walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"It's my place sir."

"Sleep in bed, I don't want you to get sick."

"Keep sir?"

"I'll sleep on the couch. Thank you for putting it on."

"Don't you, let me sleep there."

"You're the one on the bed."

"But mr___."

"Or don't don't don't you want us to sleep together."

"Nooo!" answer Cyra quickly.

Aroon smiled again. "What are you waiting for."

"Belk." Cyra immediately went up to the bed.

"Good night, Miss Aroon. Rest."

"Good night sir." reply Cyra.

Well it looks like I have to be patient to be able to feel you Cyra. I want to voluntarily you leave everything to me thought Aroon. And soon he closed his eyes.

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