My Favorite You's

Mr. Chemistry Teacher

"Tuhaaaan, save your servant from your heartless creature." The image of sleepy head on the table invites the ringisan of his two friends, Sari and Lisna. Three students in class 12 IPA one was in the class to hold an emergency meeting because one of their friends, Citra Jenaya got SP one from the Chemistry Teacher in the second lesson. The mistake is one, do not reply when the absence takes place. Not Citra intentionally but coincidentally his name is called to coincide with the futsal sports team that is holding a passing exercise in front of their class while singing yel-yel finally Citra did not hear when his name was mentioned.

"I was wrong what else? you two know? " Ask with a frustrated face to the two friends. When it comes to attendance, isn't it too much? Citra suspects there is something else that disturbs the mood Mr. chemistry teacher it's just that Citra does not know what it is.

"Your skirt is short." Sari.

"Your clothes are small. " Add Lisna.

The image of rolling her eyes was upset, "It's not just me." she said, "From all the students in this school, why am I in recoki try?! Neither is his guardianship." His frustration had reached the crown only he never realized to rampage in front of Mr. Arif's face. That one teacher, not only sucks but the face of the wall as well. His expression was flat, his smile continued to be the most handsome on this earth. Timoti is also Abu's Persian cat.

"Sir Arif has a crush on you times? "

"But amit-amit, O Allah. Duh, far away. " Picture shuddered in horror. At the taxis of Mr Arif? Duh, meningan in the cow's cab, obviously there are benefits that can be in the milkboat. If Mr. Arif, it's fierce, likes to chatter, his face is flat rich in tipslek. No way! The image clearly prays day and night so that bad things do not happen in his life.

"Why? mr. Arif handsome, PNS, not to mention the legacy of his parents. Single child doooong." Sari explained all the advantages of their teacher but in the eyes of Citra still Mr. Arif is a nightmare of gray white time.

"Do not. Just make Lisna. I'm quite his student." Reject Resolute Image. For whatever sake do not let Sari's speech be true. Citra could not imagine her life being under the occupation of Lord Arif Rahman. Hid. Everyone at this school also knows that Lisna is Mr. Arif's favorite. The child is good without blame. While he was, like there was already a sacred boundary between himself and Mr. Arif. They cannot be in the same sentence of peace. The image of Jenaya and Arif Rahman like Oil and Water, if met explode makes people all over the earth panic.

"Sir Arif well knows." Bela Lisna's.

"Bela aja terooos. Make a gang with Mr. Arif. Fits you." said Citra sewot. Lisna is indeed the types of friends who would be traitors. Instead of being in the line of defense, Lisna will always be a spokesman for the kindness of Mr. Arif even though for Citra other than Mr. Arif asik teach, there is no other advantage that person has.

"Sir Arif is good only if you are equally good it is blurry by your short skirt, Cit. " Timpal Sari then laughed sinlessly with Lisna. True friends of the curse. There is a trade-in service added friends, right? if there is an image, you will give up these two people.

It is no secret that the young teacher is famous as a young mosque in heaven longed for. how Citra can know? oh of course because besides those teachers and students, they are also neighbors of the home-hiks. So the bad luck of the image not only applies in school but also at home. Mr. Arif did not let go even to live a peaceful life sentosa.so it is not impossible if the problems that bind him with Mr. Arif is related to his usual fashion one father called 'Hell expert clothes.'

Oh God, just move me to Mars. Imagra. As a persecuted servant, hopefully his prayers can be realized soon. Aamiins.

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"Partner of Jenaya, Abu, meet me at the office."

The new image will draw the front look up. What else now? He glanced at Abu after Mr. Arif's death.

"What else is it? " Task Abu with an unrelenting face. A plate of somai in front of him is stale if it continues to serve the mood of Mr. Arif who is like cow dung in a bicycle mill, splashed all the way.

"Don't know." The image of raising shoulders was just as confused. He had just served his sentence of cleaning up the Chemistry Lab just for a missed absence and now Young Master Arif Rahman was coming again with a new problem.

"Ah elaaaah's. Can't we just live a quiet life for a second?! " Abu plucked a somai and chewed it greedily so much that his vexation was already rolling.

"Look. What school move?! " this discourse has been considered for a long time since Mr. Arif came in his life as a new teacher in the form of an ice-hearted fairy. It seems that the purpose of the creation of Pak Arif in addition to worshiping God is also intended to color the living image with a dark color as dark as night.

"It is difficult to ntar dapodiknya, it's already the twelfth class" said Abu again plucked the second skewer somai.

"Ck, yes." The image is not excited. His spirit always falls to the lowest point every time he deals with a chemistry teacher named Arif Rahman. He finished a somai one skewer and then moved from that place, "Come, the hunt for Mr. Arif the more chaotic the mood." Invite him to walk first followed by Abu who stepped lazily.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Sapa Citra and Abu in front of the door of the teacher's room. There are several teachers who are working in their respective cubicles.

Mr. Arif who had an interest in them immediately let the two of them in. "Vaalaikumsalam. Sit." Sit." Said with his mosque tile face.

If seen like this aki-akhi tik tok was lost far handsome but wait until he said

"What did you call us? " Task Citra to the point. He knew that being stuck for a few minutes with Mr. Arif would only speed up the third world war trigger button on tap.

"Where's your to-do book? I check here there is no name Citra Jenaya or Abu Daud." Tukas Pak Arif stared alternately at the two students.

"Sorry, Sir. I forgot to bring it. I checked it yesterday." Answer Quiet image.

"Same, sir." Added Ash. The two nudged each other behind a desk sending a secret code that only the two of them knew.

"But not an excuse not to take her, is it? I already reminded you yesterday that before UTS takes place, all the tasks will be checked." He said in a casual tone but tucked the warning there.

"We didn't hear that information, sir." Said Abu who was embraced by Citra.

Mr. Arif frowned, "Why can't you hear? I delivered it right away in class on the last lesson."

Image glanced at Abu. At the last hour they were not in class. The teacher of PKN subjects was prevented from entering so Abu used the time to drag him to the next class to approach Vania, one of the students who also made Mr. Arif as his ideal type.

"We're not in class, sir." Answer Citra slowly.

"Where are you? " ask Mr. Arif not as relaxed as usual.

"To the next class, sir. The image asks to be known as the captain of futsal."

"HIS, MY CHEF ANYWAY! " Picture hit Abu's arm irritated. Abu Lahab could have slandered him. The eternal inhabitants of hell are these children.

"You dating? " Mr. Arif stared at the image non-relaxedly.

The image that got the monster's gaze shook his head, "No, sir. I know boyfriends. I'm Tim staying single until akad, sir." Defend yourself, "He is, sir." The image pushed Abu annoyed. The two were involved in a direct exchange in Pak Arif's injury.

"After the study hours are over, you two clean the toilet. "

"But, Sir--" Citra and Abu wanted to protest but again, Lord Arif Rahman's Decree was an absolute decision.

"Please report when you're done." Cut Mr. Arif undisputed.

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