My Love Teacher's

Thailand

Cyra woke up this morning with no husband next to her.

"Night he didn't come home" he murmured. Is he mad because I refuse to think of Cyra.

Cyra moved out of her sleep. He tried to check out who knew Aroon was awake and outside. Turns out the result is nil. She could not find her husband where - where.

Is it possible to go with Gio to the river, he thought again. He immediately went to Gio's room and found that the boy was still sleeping with Omar and Olif.

Because I found nothing. He decided to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Away awake?"

"Yes ma'am." answered Cyra.

"Your husband is still asleep? You already accompanied there. Let me cook."

"Curl.." Cyra confusedly replied. "Mom see Aroon?"

"However, it's mom. Yeah, I know he's your husband. If it's dad, I'll answer to know." replied mom.

Cyra speechless.

"You guys got into a fight?"

"No ma'am. It's just I didn't find him in bed this morning."

"Road - the way to the rice fields is possible. It's like this morning it's fresh air." Mom sliced some vegetables. "Call the phone."

Ah right too. I just call the phone. I can be ashamed later. The night was already nolak uh the morning even in search. "Let's go ma'am. I'll help you cook first."

"Yes already." answered mom. They both cook but it looks like Cyra is a lot of daydreaming and sometimes mother reminds almost fried the dish is burnt.

Cyra brought a dish filled with side dishes to the dining table. Aroon entered the house.

"Home home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm preparing warm water for you to take a shower."

"No need. I'm just using cold water. You're helping me in the kitchen."

"Hm.. Alright."

Cyra was somewhat disappointed that Aroon was more silent and unwilling to serve. Cyra loves serving Aroon.

"Your husband is home."

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't you prepare warm water as usual?"

"No need to ma'am. Aroon wants a cold shower."

"It's clear this" said the mother.

"What is clear, ma'am? I don't understand."

"It's clear that you guys must have fought. No need to lie to my mother. She has been married to your father for twenty-five years. So the mother knew how - the husband was angry with the wife. Yeah, like you."

"No marahan ma'am. Just misunderstand me."

"Ra, the householder is if not an economic problem yes a bed problem. You as a wife should serve your husband. And also receive the fortune given to you. Patience and adikas."

Cyra was silent as if the advice from her mother was in her heart. "Yes ma'am."

"Yes there already. Raise your husband. Apologize."

Cyra went back into the room waiting for her husband to finish his bath. Shortly after, Aroon came in with a towel around his neck.

"Aroons."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry about last night."

"No need to apologize. I was wrong. I can't wait and break the agreement we've agreed to."

"But___."

"It doesn't need to be discussed anymore."

"Hmmm.. You didn't sleep at home last night?" ask Cyra heart.

"Fredric wants to talk to me. So I came to his hotel."

"Oh."

"We were just regular conversations. Don't worry if there's a girl there."

"Thank God." murmured Cyra. Though quietly but Aroon heard it.

"I want breakfast."

"Come on." Cyra out of the room. He brought rice and side dishes for her. "Gio's not awake yet." Cyra tried to open the conversation.

"Oh." That's all the words that came out of Aroon's mouth. He continued to feed the rice into his mouth for a mouthful.

"I'll wake him up first."

Aroon just nodded.

Why is he being quiet. Didn't I apologize to him. Cyra was confused by herself. Finally he decided to wake Gio up.

Later in the day they will return to Bogor, Cyra busied himself with by and packed his clothes. As usual, I made jenang for the people on the plantation. While her handsome husband is being the struggle of mothers in the village.

Cyra was very surprised why her husband was so friendly with the mothers. Address all the silly questions raised by them. With him turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Only one word came out of his mouth. Cyra's a little jealous.

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It's been a week that Aroon has only been communicating briefly. They also did not sleep one more bed. And it looks like Aroon is getting comfortable sleeping on the couch. Cyra became unsettled. He was already too comfortable with Aroon by his side.

"Today we pack." Aroon started the conversation.

"Packaged? Where are we going?"

"Go back to Thailand. Mother asked me to come home."

"To Thailand?"

"You know I still have a mother in Thailand. He wants to know you."

"Sorry."

"Make what?"

"I don't care about your personal life at all. I never even asked your mother how she was there."

"It's okay." answered Aroon briefly.

"I'm going to learn to know you better" Cyra said.

"Don't push yourself too hard if the reason is condescending."

"No. I really want to get to know you again, get to know your family too." Cyra's voice shook.

"Whatever." answered Aroon. "Tomorrow we leave in the morning. Gio already knows."

"How long have we been there?"

"One week."

Cyra went back to the room. He began to prepare the clothes that he would carry. In the middle of his busy life Gio entered the room.

"I'm done packing."

"Hm.. Smart kid." praise Cyra. "Oya Gio what's grandma's name?"

"Busarakham. I used to call her Grandma Busara."

"Who does grandma live with?"

"There are maids like Omar and Olif. His names are Aom and Chai. They've been with grandma for a long time."

"Why doesn't grandma live here?"

"Grandmother can't leave her hometown."

"How many times has Phoo returned to Thailand?"

"Every once a year."

"All right" said Cyra. I don't know why he just got nervous.

"Mae wasn't nervous. Relax there is me."

"Thank you, dear Gio. Mae's happy there's you." Cyra hugged Gio.

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This morning, Cyra woke up late. Aroon was awake and did not wake him. Luckily there was an alarm he could wake up in time. Cyra couldn't sleep well last night, so many things she thought about. Aroon, who is now indifferent to him, about his mother-in-law's opinion later about him. Ah, it all turned out to be exhausting.

They're on a plane. The goal is Phuket. This is Cyra's first flight abroad. After a journey of nearly five hours, they finally arrived. They were picked up by Chai. The one who took care of Grandma Busara.

And unexpectedly they can speak a little Indonesian.

"Welcome, Miss Aroon."

"Thank you for the welcome. Your name is Chai, right?" Cyra held out her hand

"Yes right." Chai welcomes Cyra's handshake.

"Hi rea club tyres." (Let's go home).

"Krab (good)." replied Chai. Then he whispered towards Aroon while glancing at Cyra. "Miia koon suay (your wife is beautiful)." she said

Aroon then smiled. That made Cyra a bit confused. Oh what they're talking about. "Gio what are they talking about?"

"I don't know either." replied Gio. "But Mae just calm down. Grandma Busara speaks Indonesian."

"really?"

"Yes right."

Cyra breathed a little relieved. It is not difficult for him to communicate.

Cyra enjoys the view along the way. Almost the same as Indonesia, maybe its culture that distinguishes. After nearly forty-five minutes they finally arrived. The house is simple but very spacious.

"Mae." said Aroon while hugging Busara's grandmother.

"Luuk Chai (my boy)." welcome Busara's grandmother. He hugged Gio. His eyes turned to Cyra. Aroon quickly introduced.

"Praya khong phom (My wife)." said Aroon.

"Sawaddee krab Mae Busara" Cyra said. He has practiced it many times and now his teacher is Gio.

Grandma Busara smiled. "My daughter." hugged her tightly. Repeatedly he stroked Cyra's cheek. "Hmm beautiful. You're good at finding a wife, Aroon." hailed Grandma Busara. "Let's go in. You must be tired."

They went into a pretty big page. Many plants are vegetables and some fruits. Oh apparently Aroon's expertise in agriculture declined from Busara's grandmother.

Suddenly a female voice called out to Aroon.

"Aroon!" his yell.

Aroon. "Kannika" he said with a smile. The short-haired woman with a pretty face ran over and hugged Aroon tightly.

"Khan khidthung's. I miss you." said the woman. Cyra who heard was wide-eyed in disbelief. Who is this woman. Why is she so familiar with her husband. Is he his ex-girlfriend or what. Oh that hug makes Cyra's blood boil. Just this time he wanted to feel like he grabbed the woman's hair and said don't take my husband! I'm jealous!

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