My Love Teacher's

Old Baby

"You have a fever." Cyra immediately flicked away the blanket Aroon was wearing.

"Don't Cyra, I'm cold." he muttered with his eyes closed. He held the blanket tightly.

"Let's move there."

"Where?"

"To the bed. I'll take you there. It's too cold in here." The couch's close to the window. Cyra put Aroon's hand on his shoulder. With great difficulty she took her husband to her bed.

Cyra immediately changed the shirt Aroon was wearing because it was wet with sweat. Not to forget he also wiped his body using a wet towel.

After everything was done Cyra took the medicine and took it to Aroon.

"Open your mouth."

"What do you want?"

"You should take a fever medicine."

"no need. It will heal itself."

"Don't be so Aroon. Don't worry me." Cyra insisted that Aroon open his mouth. But still those lips were tightly clenched.

Cyra was almost out of his mind until a crazy idea came to his mind. Cyra kissed Aroon's lips and was surprised that Aroon opened his mouth and the opportunity was not wasted. He immediately put in the medicine and gave her water.

"What are you doing?" muttered.

"I didn't do anything. You're just a dream." said Cyra. "Now sleep." Cyra again laid Aroon's body and covered him.

Cyra sleeps on the couch. And began to try to close his eyes but it seemed difficult because from earlier Aroon was still delirious cold. Cyra got back up from the sofa and saw Aroon's condition. She wiped the sweat that soaked her husband's forehead.

Looks like I've been staying up all night. Aroon's fever never went down Cyra thought. He decided to sleep next to Aroon. It was easier to take care of her husband.

"Cyra."

"Yes I'm here."

"I'm thirsty."

"I'll get you a drink." Cyra deftly took the water that was on the side for her husband. When he finished, he laid him back.

"Cyra."

"Yes, what's up Aroon?"

"I'm really cold." he lamented as his body shivered.

Cyra tightened Aroon's blanket so that there was no gap for the wind to enter. But still the burly body shivered in the cold.

What I should do. At first glance Cyra remembered the events of the time in Surabaya. Aroon also has a high fever. All he did was warm his body with a hug. And it seems like that way he should wear it back.

Okay, looks like I should do it. Don't baper Cyra he said in his heart. Cyra, half-sitting and leaning, began to hug Aroon.

"What are you doing?" muttered Aroon again.

"Make you stay warm."

Spontaneously Aroon wrapped his hands around Cyra's waist.

"How is it still cold?" ask Cyra heart.

Aroon did not reply just shaking his head. She hugged Cyra tightly. He found comfort there. The two of them finally fell asleep hugging each other.

The next morning Cyra woke up. That burly hand was still faithfully coiled around his waist. Cyra held her husband's forehead.

"Thank God the fever's gone down." Cyra moved the hand heart-heart. She did not want her husband to wake up. He'll let Aroon rest longer.

Cyra got out of bed and started making porridge in the kitchen.

"Who's madam for?" ask bik Tika.

"Make Aroon. She had a fever last night."

"Maybe it was a storm last night."

"Why bik?"

"Today the plantation will send vegetables. Because last night there was a storm master was afraid that the vegetables would be damaged so decided to harvest last night. Aided by several workers, Sulaiman and Syamsudin finally managed to fulfill the customer's order."

"Night he did not have time to tell, know - know fever and chills. Let him have breakfast this morning."

"Mrs___." Bik Tika did not continue his words. He actually wanted to ask the matter of kidnapping where the master had dispelled his chastity, but he paused because it was too personal.

"What's the bik?"

"It's okay - what. Madam, don't be too tired to be healed. If you need any help - can the mistress call me."

"Yes.. Yes." answered Cyra. "Oya the porridge is ripe, I take it to the room first. If it's cold it won't be good." Cyra hurried to bring the porridge to the room.

She saw her husband was awake.

"Where are you?"

"I made some porridge earlier."

"Why don't you just tell Tika. You shouldn't have left me sick."

"Just get out for a second. This also makes porridge for you."

Cyra helps her husband lean on the bed. He held his forehead again.

"Hmm not as hot as last night." he murmured.

"Yes, but it still hurts."

"Yes I know." answered Cyra with a smile. "Today my time is just to take care of you Mr. Aroon" Cyra said.

Aroon nodded while blushing in embarrassment.

"Now eat the porridge and then take the medicine." Cyra began to feed the porridge into Aroon's mouth. "Hows it? Yummy?"

Aroon.

"Clearly good for him to use ci___." Cyra did not continue his words.

"Pakes.. Take the seriousness." answered Cyra mantab

Aroon just smiled, he knew that was not the answer. Cyra looked down because Aroon was staring at her intently.

"Hmm, now take the medicine. I guarantee you today you'll be cured."

Aroon's face looked panicked. Is healed he thought. He still wants to play as a patient. Cyra is very attentive to her.

"My body is still not fit."

"Yes, but later if you've taken medicine and vitamins must be good."

"I drink alone." Aroon's taking the cure. Cyra quickly took it. After handing the drug Cyra immediately to the bathroom prepare warm water to wash Aroon's body. Last night a lot of sweat, of course, his body felt sticky.

"Have you taken the medicine?" ask Cyra who came out carrying a basin filled with warm water.

"Had it." answered Aroon lying. The medicine he threw away.

"Open your clothes I'll wash your body with warm water. You sweat a lot." Last night." Cyra picked up a change of clothes and set them on the edge of the bed. "Aaccchhh!" the screams arrived - arrived. "Why did you get your pants off too?"

"You said you were going to wash my body. Are not the legs also the limbs."

"It's true but there's no need to open the pants. I'm ashamed."

"Why embarrassed? Didn't you ever see it." seduced Aroon.

"Aroons... Come on." Comeon." Cyra sulking.

"okay.. Okay.. I'm wearing it again." Aroon smiled as he managed to tease his wife.

"Haven't?" ask Cyra.

"It."

Cyra slowly turned her body around and saw Aroon who was already wearing pants. He washed Aroon's body. "Too hot?"

"No, the water's just right."

Cyra continued her work until it was done. He immediately put on clothes, combed Aroon's hair and also gave her perfume. "I'll teach Gio for a minute." he said.

"Learn it here. What if I need something?"

Cyra sighed. "Alright, I'll call Gio here. I'm just afraid that you can't rest because we're noisy."

"It's okay, I won't get bored in my room alone."

"All right" said Cyra. "The old baby's base." slowly grumbled.

Soon Cyra arrives with Gio. He deliberately did not bring Omar and Olif because it would be more noisy.

"Phoo's sick?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Rest. I'll accompany you here."

Gio begins to study together with Cyra. Several times he also checked the condition of Aroon. And strangely, Aroon's body temperature is not normal. It should be that once taking the heat-lowering medicine, his body temperature was already normal.

"Why?" aroon asked because of Cyra's confused face.

"Your body temperature hasn't returned to normal. Nearly thirty-eight degrees. You're taking the medicine, aren't you?"

"Of course I drink."

"Well, tonight before going to bed, drink some more. Tomorrow you can move back."

"All right."

Tonight's bedtime routine, Cyra changes Aroon's clothes and tells him to take medicine. This time Aroon could not dwell because there was Cyra in front of him. He had to swallow the medicine and be sure he would recover. So the chance is only until tonight if you want to get more attention from his wife.

"Cyra." call Aroon.

"Yes." answered Cyra while arranging the sofa for her to sleep on.

"Where are you sleeping?"

"On the couch."

"My body feels shivering." complained Aroon.

Cyra approached her husband, and fixed the blankets. "It's still cold?"

"Yes." Yeah." Aroon pura - pura shivering.

"Do I want to call the doctor?"

"No, it's night." refused Aroon. "Maybe the cure hasn't worked yet."

"Yes. But until tomorrow morning, there is still a fever. You have to go to the doctor."

"Yes.. Ja.. My wife."

Cyra looked blushed as Aroon called out to her like that.

"Will you sleep here with me. I don't know why if I'm sick I'm afraid of being alone." Aroon patting - plop bed. Cyra is not. Given all this time Aroon has sacrificed a lot to protect and maintain it.

"Yes.. Ja.. You old baby."

Cyra immediately got into bed and lay down next to Aroon. It was a bit awkward at first too but long ago Cyra could already dispel that awkwardness.

Suddenly Aroon wrapped his hands around Cyra's waist. "Why don't you hug me again like last night. I'm cold Cyra." he said spoiled.

"Oh, yeah.. Alright." Cyra fixed her sleeping position until she leaned back. His hands were coiled on Aroon's back. And Aroon drew his body closer to his wife. "It's not cold?"

"Lumayan."

"Sleep, I'm here to take care of you." Cyra patted - pat Aroon's back gently. The goal is to get him to sleep quickly.

"Hmmm." That's all that came out of Aroon's mouth. I don't know why he's so comfortable in Cyra's arms. Enjoy this as well as Aroon. Tomorrow you won't get a chance like this again he said in his heart.

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