My Love Teacher's

Pit Bulls

Cyra approached Gio. "You're okay, what?"

"I'm fine." she replied.

Cyra checked Gio's body who knew something was abrasive. It turned out that only his clothes were dirty exposed to the ground. "Learnnya we stop first, maybe for a while we avoid learning outside."

"Well, if it's in bosen's house." Omar protest.

"Yes, but what if something like that happened?"

"That was your accident, not every time."

"But we still have to be vigilant. I'm sorry for the lack of heart in choosing a place to study. Next time I'll check it out first."

"Mom Cyra don't feel so guilty. We're okay - what mom. It was also unintentional. One of his horses arrived - it was raging." said Olif while hugging Cyra.

"Like you." Omar said.

"Just son." again - again Olif menonyor Omar's head.

"Don't fight." - Lerai Cyra. "Omar, Olif, you guys take Gio to shower, yeah, he's dirty."

"Ready ma'am." they answered in unison.

Before Omar left Cyra he had seen Cyra's shirt on the elbow torn. "Mrs Cyra, her clothes are torn."

"Yes. Really true?" Cyra saw the section appointed by Omar.

"God seems to be bleeding ma'am." added Olif.

Cyra rolled up her clothes until she saw her elbow. It's a little scuffed up. It was just right that he felt sick. "Just a little scuff. It's okay - what."

"As soon as the mother is treated, it can be infected."

"Yes, I'll deal with it." answered Cyra. "You guys take Gio to shower first. I'll take a shower too."

Cyra immediately went to her room. Change clothes and clean the wound. He had seen one of the workers in the stables hand over something to Aroon. What happened to him was an accident or accident. If it is intentional it must be Denisha's actions, it's a pity that he has no evidence or witnesses.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Cyras. You're in there?" aroon asked while knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yes I'm inside. I'm out for a while." Not long after that Cyra came out clean. "What's wrong?"

"Sit down." Aroon pulled Cyra's hand and guided her to sit on the sofa.

"What the hell is that? Don't be like - sort of. Remember one hug, one kiss."

"Hahaahhh.. Your mind is so dirty." Aroon laughed out loud as Cyra said that with a panicked mimic. "Or deep in your heart you want it."

"No."

"Haha.. Okay.. Okay.. I'm not gonna joke." Aroon sat next to Cyra. There was a medicine box on the table. "So Gio said your hand was scratched. He gave this to me." Aroon shows a plaster with child-child motifs.

"Gio gave this to me? And he also told you that my elbow was hurt?"

Aroon. And Cyra smiled happily, even her eyes were glazed up. "Happy?" ask Aroon.

"Yes. I almost cried."

"Thank you for saving Gio."

"No, you don't have to thank me. That's my duty." answered Cyra. "It is precisely we who should thank you, how you painstakingly made the horse calm down."

"It's my duty to protect the people I love." replied Aroon. "next time do not take that dangerous risk again. Okay." Okay."

"Yes." Yeah." Cyra bowed in embarrassment at Aroon's words.

"Here I treat your wound. If I just keep quiet Gio must be mad at me." Aroon grabbed Cyra's hand he saw a not-so-deep blister. "i clean it first, if it hurts just scream."

"Yes." Yeah."

Aroon with his heart began to clean Cyra's wounds.

"Aaauuww." cried Cyra. "Slow down."

"Yes." Yeah." Aroon blew on Cyra's wound to relieve her pain. "If you yell like that I remember your screams at the villa." murmured Aroon, but Cyra could hear clearly.

"It's not discussed anymore" Cyra said.

"Sorry." Aroon went back to treating Cyra's wounds. With a meaningful gaze Cyra continued to watch her husband painstakingly treat her injuries. There was a sense of happiness and calmness in his heart. He felt safe near Aroon. "It's over." Aroon stuck to the plaster that was given by Gio. Just sober Cyra awoke from her daydream.

"Thank you."

"Yes. Rest up. I'm going back to the garden."

"Aroons."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Is the accident a coincidence?"

Aroon was shocked by Cyra's question. But her face immediately calmed down as before, so that Cyra would not be too anxious. "Let me investigate." replied Aroon. "You take it easy."

"All right, I believe you."

Aroon immediately left Cyra.

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Billy was horrified to see the dog continue barking and also his drool dripping was very disgusting. The dog is quite large with a weight of about four pounds.

"I'll bring this dog. Thank you, John."

"I recommend that this dog be fed regularly. Unless you are going to use it to harm people it is better not to feed for two days."

"I'm sorry, I mind you saying something like that."

"OKAY. Well I wouldn't suggest anything."

"Good because our cooperation ends here."

"It's great to work with you, miss." John then leaves Denisha and Billy.

Denisha looked at the dog again. "You're going to be the best killing machine" Denisha murmured. "Billy's."

"Yes, miss."

"Have you prepared a place for this dog?"

"Already miss. There was an empty house near the farm. The house was run by a thug around the place."

"good. Condition so he can get the dog to the farm safely."

"Yesterday I learned when the plantation was empty without guard."

"Alright, I'm quite satisfied with your work. Tomorrow we'll carry out our plan."

"Well miss."

"Remember not to fail."

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This morning Cyra has started studying outdoors again. But not in the stables like yesterday, but in the tea plantations. They learned to draw the scenery. Cyra looked for a rather comfortable place under a fairly shady tree. The tree was deliberately planted by Aroon to shelter workers. There are some trees planted.

"Omar I'm thirsty."

"Young master my picture is not finished yet, nanggung nih." lamented Omar.

"Then let me take it. You want a snack too?" ask Cyra.

"I want to."

"Well, wait a minute." Cyra wants to get out of her seat.

"Eh don't miss Cyra." stop Olif. "Mom Cyra here, let us grab a drink and a snack."

"Not whatwhat. You guys just keep drawing."

Olyf kicked Omar. "No ma'am, let me and omar." Olif pulled Omar's collar to stand up. "Come on Omar."

"Yes.. Ja.. A moment."

They both went to the big house. Cyra and Gio alone.

"What are you drawing?" ask Cyra to break the silence.

"Phoo's farm, good, right?"

Cyra saw what Gio had drawn. "Hmmm.. Turns out you're talented at drawing, too." complimented Cyra. "How about tomorrow we shop for tools for painting, such as canvas, brush, watercolor."

"Yes I want to." replied Gio. "Mom Cyra I'm going there. Looks like the view over there is better."

"You're right\, let me take you." Cyra takes Gio where he wants to go. It was not far from the tree they were in. Gio continued his drawing until__

"Fmgrrr.. Ggrp.. Guuukk! Guuukkk!"

Cyra instantly blanched his face when he heard the dog's voice.

"Gio, did you hear that?"

"Yes I heard. That's a dog."

"okay.. Calm.. We don't make any moves that steal his attention." whispered Cyra. He held Gio's hand. Cyra turned her body around and she was very surprised to see a very ferocious dog several meters in front of her.

"Mom Cyra the dog is scary."

"Silent.. Relax.."

"Isn't Cyra scared of dogs."

Cyra was silent. His feet suddenly became stiff. His breathing was tight and he seemed to recall the childhood events that had happened to him. The dog was very similar to the dog that had attacked him before. Cold sweat began to wet Cyra's forehead.

"Mom Cyra, I'm scared."

Gio's frightened voice seemed to realize that he had to face the dog bravely. There was Gio who he had to take care of and save.

"Let's remember, Gio, I'm scared too, but if we stick together - I'm sure nothing will happen." Cyra tried to calm Gio down.

"Fmgrrr.. Ggrrr.. Guuk! Guo!" the Pit Bull kept barking and suddenly ran towards them.

"Run Gio!!!" shouted Cyra.

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