My Love Teacher's

How many Rounds

Aroon opened his eyes. He tried to wake up. "Aaww!" he shouted while holding his back. Damn why my back hurts, so do my waist and neck Aroon lamented in his heart. He rubbed his neck repeatedly. Stretching to reduce the pain.

Aroon looked towards the bed. He saw that the bed was neat. It means Cyra's awake. With great effort he walked to the bathroom.

Aroon looked surprised when he saw that the clothes and toiletries for him were ready. He had forgotten that now he is married, it has been four years that he is independent for everything.

He immediately took a shower and headed to the dinner table for breakfast. On his way to the dining table he said - I heard the talk of his wife.

"Omar yesterday Gio wanted to eat."

"You ma'am, go on again."

'Good."

"Yeah young master, that's Tika's cooking."

"Not whatwhat. I don't mind."

"Actually the young master, misses Cyra very much. She always reads the books that Cyra gave her."

"I know."

"Mom Cyra knows?"

"of course. Do you remember the saying that the fruit fell not far from the tree?"

"Know."

"Well that proverb is suitable for Gio. He's as stubborn as my husband."

"Who's mom's husband?"

"Your master, Mr. Aroon."

"God I forgot." Omar is cultivating his own jidat. "Haha.. Sorry Miss Cyra, I'm not used to it."

"It's okay" Cyra said with a smile. Yes, I asked you to take this to Gio's room."

"From Tika's bik." Omar knew exactly what Cyra meant.

"Rubber."

Aroon who heard their conversation smiled happily. I wanted to feel like he was hugging his new wife, especially when he said my husband sounded so adorable. It was so sad that their first night did not exist. Aroon must be patient to get his heart.

Cyra came out bringing food to the dining table. "Loh sir is here? Shower already?"

Aroon. "It."

"Let's have breakfast."

Aroon followed Cyra's steps towards the dining table. How surprised Cyra when he saw there already sat Denisha with a slightly open shirt. That makes him very upset. Cyra knew it was Denisha's doing to attract her husband's attention.

"For Aroon." said Denisha.

"Morning."

"What side dishes do you want, Aroon?" tanya cyra arrived - arrived. For a split second Aroon was silent and could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"What?"

"You want me to get you what side dishes?"

"Oh, that's it."

"Okay, eat a lot. Let strong.'

Denisha growled at the conversation and their interaction at the dinner table. The insolent! He's intending to heat up - manasi I think Denisha. "I eat in my room. Here it smells bad." said Denisha while sitting down and leaving them.

Aroon looked astonished. "Why did he arrive - arrived so?"

"The moon is possible." answered Cyra cuek. He was even happy if this breakfast moment was quiet without Denisha's funds.

They both ate in silence. Aroon started the conversation. "Later I can't have lunch."

"Why?"

"I went to Bandung. There's a client who wants to work with my plantation."

"Thank God" said Cyra. "Master stay?"

"Oh my god, you called me mister. That was Aroon."

"Not used to it."

Aroon smiled at Cyra's reply. "I didn't stay overnight, maybe late in the afternoon or evening I tried to get home." Aroon wiped his mouth and prepared to leave.

"Be careful" said Cyra. He still looks embarrassed.

"I want to talk."

"Hurry up, I'm leaving."

"Aroon, you've turned sour on me."

"Nobody's sniffing with you. It's just your feelings, nothing has changed."

"Okay, maybe it's just my feeling. But there's one request for me."

"what's that?"

"You know that I only have one friend here, Billy."

"Keep."

"Please forgive Billy, let him go back to the plantation again to accompany me. I promise to watch over her and watch her attitude."

Aroon sighed. "Talk to my wife, she has more right to determine who has the right and not the right to live here."

Denisha's hands clenched, her teeth tightening. He tried to put a smile on his lips. "All right, I'll talk to Cyra. Thank you Aroon."

Aroon leaves Denisha. He walked to the plantation to meet Sulaiman. Later Sulaiman who will accompany him to go to Bandung. Aroon repeatedly rubbed his waist. It turned out to be the center of attention of the workers. They even whispered - whispered.

"How many rounds did you last night."

"What round?"

"And last night was Mr. unboxing's first night."

"Eh yes. Look at that waist till it hurts all." The workers giggled.

"Srsttt.. Don't be loud." one warned.

'About four years of being a widower, uh once more marriage can be a virgin."

'Where the hero is beautiful again."

"Hihiiii.." They held back the laughter together.

"Hey! Oi! Oi! Don't gossip. Let's work! I want your paychecks cut." Shamsudin dispersed the crowd of workers. He is a whimper - they can gossip about his employer. Shamsudin saw from a distance there was something strange with Aroon. The path was not as usual and sometimes held onto his waist. He could only smile and be understood if it happened to him. His master became a widower at a young age, in contrast to him who was old. It must be different about energy. Shamsuddin continued his work.

Aroon along with Sulaiman went by car. Repeatedly he justifies his sitting position and looks uncomfortable. Then he looked to rub his neck.

"Master sick?"

"It's not just___."

"What is it, sir?"

"My waist and neck hurt. Is there a pillow in the car?"

"Sorry sir, nothing. This is a plantation car."

"Ah yes I forgot." said Aroon. "Later to stop by the pharmacy, you buy something that can relieve my back pain." orders Aroon. "Yes one more buy me a pillow too. This trip is far."

"Okay sir." replied Sulaiman. They fell silent again and simply enjoyed the sight. Not long before they reached the nearest pharmacy. After buying some medications and pain relief ointments they continue on their way again.

"A little good, sir?"

"It."

"Sorry sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"How many rounds?"

Aroon fell silent and then laughed out loud. "Hahahahahh!!!" this caused Sulaiman confusion. He finally knew why all the workers on the plantation were watching him. This is all because of the back pain.  "How many rounds do you think?"

"Hmm... two masters?"

"Wrong is four."

"Well you are strong too." praised Sulaiman.

"Remember Solomon, I am a man of great strength and strength."

"Yes.. Yes, I believe sir."

Aroon smiled as he turned his gaze towards the window enjoying the view. Hah everyone thought I'd done that with Cyra. To get his heart, he asked for a year. Boro - boro four rounds one just does not exist, Aroon smiled to himself. If tempted like this, it can - can my defense be destroyed. O Lord, melt the heart of Cyra the prayer of Aroon in the heart.

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