My Favorite You's

Discrimination

"Waaah really bad the father yes, instead of running out of pain the repentance even more so his behavior?"

"Moreover the heck Citra cantiiiiik? How do you keep on doing your days? Quick wrinkles, fast old, old virgin, want?"

The image hit Agus' head with a bottle of mineral water in his hand. Instead of entertaining his best friend this one even said it. His emotions have not stabilized after seeing the bulletin board the names of students who are entitled to represent the school for science competitions. He who has half a breath and full of soul filling the matter of Chemistry did not even pass the school selection. Escape stray to another field, ICT, which is true dong. He just filled out the question of ICT while crashing the can-can even filter while Chemistry even failed. It is certain that this is interference Mr. Arif. The image of beating the mango tree wholeheartedly to vent his frustration. His old target had run away ever since he turned into a lumping horse.

"Aguuuuus..wait!" The image lifted her skirt then ran after Agus who had disappeared at the turn of the classroom hallway. When he wanted to turn, Citra almost hit someone if only the brakes were blong.

"Don't run in the hallway. Endangering others."

The image retreated backwards and then looked down politely, "Sorry, sir."

"Why run?"

The image did not reply, he looked back down and said goodbye, "Excuse me, sir." For the sake of doraemon magic bag, Citra prefers to look at long time*******cow than on the face of Mr. Arif. He was still very upset by this unfair treatment. The image feels he is more capable than

to Sari. Sari even complained about half of the problems given because he could not answer while he, chemistry has become the pulse of his life, he loved the field and proved to be able to but why not get away? Fixes. Mr. Arif has a grudge against him. After school he had to ask his parents there may be a large debt that has not been paid by his parents to the neighbor so he was brought sensi when it comes to him.

"You gini I mix medicine tuh porridge. It's inhumane this one teacher." Omel Citra is no longer chasing his best friend. The girl is now sitting under a tree behind the school. He is lazy to meet anyone including Lisna and Sari who will definitely discuss Chemistry. My a** chemistry**. Thankfully, there are no chemistry classes today. At least he did not need to vomit yellow because he had to be with Mr. Arif ninety minutes.

A few minutes before the final lesson entry hour, Citra and Abu meet secretly in their secret place.

"This time I support you, Cit. If we need to sell the motorcycle Mr. Arif."

"Hush!" The image hit Abu's shoulder, "That Nyari prison is his name. I'm not ready to wear orange." There is a perverted idea of this Abu Lahab.

"We're doing enough tyres. Distant Workshop. Let's have a backache. In order to realize also that old age should do a lot of charity instead of doing evil." Said Citra while loosening the motor's wind hole. The ash whose brain is set to one frequency with it does the same to the front tire.

Shuuuuuttt....

The sound of the free wind was enough to make both of them wary. If you get caught by Mr. Arif, not only the school that punishes but both parents also. For a while Citra forgot what risk she would take if she was caught insulting her teacher, the most important thing now is to avenge her teacher.

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"Mb Jen, here, Ma'am."

The image that was working on his Physical task stood up from the chair and then came out. "Yes, Papi. What's up?"

"Papi asked you to take the names of DKM managers at Pak Arif's house."

Imagery manyun. Mr. Arif again, Mr. Arif. It has been successful all day he avoids his teacher's father even now asked to meet. What fate is it?!

"Oh yes, pi. Jen's doing the job."

"Your sister is also learning, son. Kasian if disturbed."

"Don't do it, Nduk. Help, Papi. Come, hunted. The hunt is getting night." Pinta Papi on his eldest girl.

Image stomping feet pissed out of the house. Meningan also to the butcher's house from the front neighbor's house. Raga is safe sentosa but the emotions of the soul are scattered everywhere.

"Change the clothes first, Nduk. It's cold outside." Shouted Papi from inside the house. But Jenaya just ignored him. Because of having a neighbor model Pak Arif, his freedom to dress is threatened. Papi and his mother, who had freed himself from choosing his own style of clothing, are now contaminated by Mr. Arif's perverted idea that always doctrines his parents about the crimes out there that happen to young girls. Though Citra really likes this simple but sexy style, one-strap sleeping clothes and sepaha pants, do not forget the long hair in the original midget.

Tok to tok.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Citra stood back to the door after saying her greetings and hearing a reply from inside the house.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, honey. Come in, kid, come in."

"Eh, no, ma'am. Jena's just here. Papi just asked to take a list of the names of DKM managers with Mr. Arif. " Citra said, balking at the idea of entering captivity, Arif-Gorila-Rahman. It was most true that he was waiting outside.

"Well, that. Ask the same Mr. Arif, Mother again bother frying. Come on, come on in." Mr. Arif's mother pulled him in so that with a forced look Citra had no choice but to meet his teacher.

"Another ariff in the side garden. Again with the motor. I think he's a student but he doesn't tell me." Said Mr. Arif whispering softly.

The image of the main perpetrator restrains his expression so as not to be discovered that he is the prank student. The image of mangosteen does not know what to respond to Mr. Arif.

"You asked for it. I'm back in the kitchen."

Now the confused image should what. Meeting Mr. Arif and taking him on a duel was the only thing that occurred to his head right now. But the trust from his Papi must be implemented if he does not want his allowance in the flat asphalt pruning.

"Night, sir."

"ASTAGHIRULLLAH." Mr. Arif who was squatting next to his motorbike was surprised by the presence of a young girl who-yang-uh, must be in Istighfar right many times this extraordinary behavior.

"Well, why aren't you here wearing no clothes?" Shoot the teacher's plywood face he, without staring at Citra as much as possible.

"But ask for the names of PKM managers, sir. " Answer Citra held on where she stood. Lazy is also close to the source of his life problems.

Mr. Arif let out a long sigh, scaling the base of his nose in frustration, "Wait." His word. He immediately rushed into the room past Citra just like that. Mr. Arif took the paper and handed it to Citra. "Now home. Don't mess around everywhere. Next time you want to go out of the house wearing tidier clothes. Can you, Miss Jen?"

The image froze, not because of Mr. Arif's long speech but because of the spontaneity of the man who wore a jacket on his body.

"Later to catch a cold." His words then without any more words returned to the place where he had repaired the bike.

The image that received random treatment could only stare with plain blinks at his teacher, WHY ELSE FATHER THIS ONE!!!

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