The Power of Cyra

35. Potions

The president's special doctor immediately handled Cyra's condition which looked worse. The guilt inflicted on the president made him want to replace Cyra's life with his.

When the doctor treated Cyra, Farel was looking at the herbs that Mr. Davin had sent to him to treat the deep wounds that Cyra was currently experiencing.

"What do you see is Farel?"

"I have to find this plant that may be in the woods around this villa, sir president."

Farel handed his cell phone to the president who was observing the Tumbuan. His two sons the president, Russell and Brandon, were also curious about the plant by which Farrel was referring.

"Can we see it, Daddy?"

Russell took the phone and examined the leaves and shape of the tree that the herb claims.

"Isn't this tree on the top of the hills that we used to use as a benchmark for skiing, Brandon...?" Russell reminded his brother.

"Yes Daddy! This is the same tree that we used to make a benchmark for skiing because of its good peak position.

"alright. Then we take the leaves to make a potion for aunt Cyra."

Russell said the 16-year-old and his 15-year-old sister Brandon.

"Don't! you can't take that leaf. Let me do it myself. The weather is not friendly at the moment."

Prevent Farrel who does not want to make these two young men of responsibility wretched.

"Uncle Farel. Let us repay Aunt Cyra's kindness or we will be pursued with guilt for life. What else is currently our idol woman is Aunt Cyra. She's not only beautiful but she has power and it's amazing."

Russell said with a glowing face.

Farel felt touched by the words of these two boys, he looked at the president who seemed proud of his two sons who dared to make difficult decisions to return the favor.

"Please son! Daddy believes you can do it. You'll be accompanied by a few bodyguards to look after you."

Said the president smilingly looking at his two sons who had forgotten their trauma earlier this afternoon.

Both of them did tos and promised to get the herbs to Farel.

The next day, the president's two sons were already wearing safety equipment to climb into a tree high enough to pick up very young leaves to be used as medicine according to instructions from king Davin.

When he was at the top of the tree in question, suddenly a snowstorm blew the tree along with Russell's body that hugged the larger trunk.

With quite a tense struggle the guards down there with his sister Brandon.

"Russell. Be careful not to fall!"

Shouted Brandon from below.

With great difficulty, Russell reached for the branch and cut it down quickly.

The branches fell and were picked up by Brandon himself. He forbade the presidential guards to help him.

Russell descended quickly from the tree and took the leaves which were still easy to make into an herbal concoction.

The two arrive at the villa and give a plastic bag to Farel, who will concoct the medicine himself based on instructions from his father-in-law Davin.

Cyra looked at the handsome face of her husband who stayed awake all night waiting for her.

"Have I troubled you so much?"

"Don't ruin my mood with that stupid question of yours, Cyra. Now drink this herbal concoction!"

Farrel's word then helps Cyra to gulp the drink that feels very bitter.

Farel gave a few spoonfuls of honey to remove the bitter taste that Cyra was feeling at this time.

The two sat with Cyra leaning against her husband's chest.

"Cyras! May you recover quickly dear because the herb is obtained and made with love."

"Is it so hard to get the potion?"

"God! I am deeply moved by their kindness."

"But above all the sacrifices of those who want to repay your kindness, they have now changed the idol woman who from an artist to admire someone princess."

Farel deliberately paused his words.

"Princess..? Do they like a princess from England, the Netherlands, Belgium or..?"

"Greek princess Cyra is my wife." Farel.

"Hell likes me? what's wrong, baby, when I'm older than them five years."

Cyra blushed in embarrassment.

"Don't be too happy like that. Even though they're the president's sons, I don't like my wife being admired by other men."

"You're this? always jealous of the unclear." Cyra's grumbling.

"I just want you not to be flattered by that responsible young man." Farel Protest.

"Stop your jealousy, baby! because I won't love them. I'm yours and forever like that."

Said Cyra who looked happy to see her husband jealous.

"Do you want to see snow?"

"Hm!"

Farel and Cyra sat facing the garden from their room where the white powder grains fell gracefully to the earth.

Cyra's body was put on the bench by Farel to warm this girl from the piercing outburst of cold to the bone.

Farel, who still owed his wife a question, began to find out something very interesting from inside his wife.

"Darling!"

"Hm!"

"Why didn't you tell me you had powers?"

"Is that important to you?"

"It's more important than knowing from others."

"Are you offended?"

"Little."

"If from the beginning I told you that I have power, do you believe?"

"You're my wife, why don't I trust you?"

"Sometimes there are certain things that cannot be explained in words when we have some power because not everyone will believe it."

Cyra Imbuh.

"If I doubt your every word, how can I invite you to marry me, by giving you great trust, which will give birth to my descendants, later,

guarding my property and your very expensive loyalty is obtained from officers like us who are not always at home with his wife."

"Are you afraid I'll cheat, if you're gone for a long time?"

"I'm so sure of you, Cyra. Because your parents' upbringing is also supported by a strong religion, making you so afraid of God that you do not want to betray your Lord in your own circumstances. And it's so awesome to me."

"Because everyone is always tested with obedience when he sees many people he keeps his good name, but when he is alone, when he is alone, he just felt like no one was punishing him until he forgot his God who was watching him." Typhoon Cyra.

While out there, the president and his family are having breakfast together. Farel and Cyra did not want to join because the food was processed with substances containing haram.

The president has ordered a Muslim chef who cooks specifically for the couple because only they are a Muslim couple.