My Favorite You's

ICT and Rain

Citra stood silently waiting for his friends who were being briefed by Mr. Arif. The Chemistry Team that has been carefully prepared by Mr. Arif became the mainstay team of the school at this Olympics. He who is only part of the ICT quota filling team obviously does not need to try hard here even he can do the test while closing his eyes or kayang is welcome. The name of the school is. It's a pity that Citra Jenaya is one of the top five students who has the highest grades in chemistry lessons just because her teacher sucks like a spongebob neighbor octopus so she has to crash out of position as a The school's flagship team.

"Cit, is your skirt short again?" Lisna who had just walked out of the office room met him while handing him the school number and proof of registration. "When beautiful I used it yesterday."

"Gerah, Lis. This is fitting, as I am warm." replied Citra twisting her body. Today she is back in her favorite short skirt and high sneakers. Bodo very with Pak Arif or anyone who commented slanted about his appearance. Her papi even made no comment about her skirt that was a few centi-over-knee when she left this morning.

Lisna let out a short breath. It looks like the same as Citra who has been lazy to see the face of Mr. Arif, Lisna also began to get tired of facing the stability of an Citra.

"Yep, to the car." Invite Lisna to hold Citra in followed by Sari and several other students including Mr. Arif who has since met Citra at the front gate this morning quietly made the atmosphere around him feel hot burning.

"Sir Arif looks like there's a problem again." Bisik Lisna when Pak Arif became the last person to ride on the bus that will take them to the race.

The image sitting by the window raised its head to look at the object Lisna was referring to. And sure enough, Mr. Arif who used to like to spread a friendly smile seemed to be carrying a burden on his head.

"Deg deg an kalik, kalik,. You guys are gonna show up." Citra said it doesn't really care. He has drawn a clear red line between himself and Mr. Arif, if he has to move to Mars he will do if it can make him safely and peacefully live his days.

"Yes yes." Lisna Mumbles.

The image of looking out the window enjoyed the breeze that flew away her untied brat. Today he will prove to Mr. Arif or anyone who sees it one eye that even if only as a quota filler, he will do his best. If necessary bring the title of winner behind his name.

"Before leaving, we pray first that what we intend to do becomes a worship for all of us. Pray according to each other's beliefs." Said Mr. Arif standing leading the prayer.

The image straightens the back, then raises the hand solemnly. His prayer was certainly a victory for him.

"Pray is done." Mr. Arif glimpsed with Citra after closing the prayer. The small gel makes Citra more regretful. The girl in white Grey uniform stared back at the annoyed man labeled his teacher.

"Don't hate it too much, Cit, ntar jatohnya bucin." Bisik Lisna who immediately got a delicacy did not receive from her friend.

"But!"

Lisna chuckled as she closed her mouth restraining her voice so as not to disturb others.

"I do'ain you guys are a soul mate."

"AMIT AMIT O ALLAH. FARAWAY." The scream of Imagery provoking all eyes on him made him immediately rush down to lower his body behind the chair. While beside her Lisna no longer held back from laughing to the fullest.

"Rese is warm." Omel Citra on Lisna after the atmosphere calmed down again.

Lisna scowled, "Running out you guys is funny anyway. Make a spectator gemes."

"GRAPE!"

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"Have you prayed?"

"Don't you see I put my hands up to the sky?"

"That's up to the sky, isn't it?"

Citra turned her head, staring annoyed Mr. Arif who had been trailing her since. Instead of accompanying the Chemistry Team, the father of this one teacher even followed him everywhere as if just a little off he would evaporate and disappear.

"What is the father doing here? The Chemistry team is right next door." The image no longer covered up his annoyance. His tone is no longer friendly let alone friendly to the teacher. very disrespectful actually but wrong Mr. Arif himself who makes himself always high blood.

"Don't mind me. Just think about the test." Replied Mr. Arif while holding an ID card on the girl's neck. "Before doing anything don't forget to bismillah." Further.

The image nodded, "Isn't it?"

"Good fight." Mr. Arif patted Citra's head gently with a roll of paper in his hand as the participants were already preparing to enter the room. The image that did not have time to retaliate only stamped an annoyed foot.

The image sits in a place that has been provided in accordance with the registration number. Beside him was a male participant who was looking at him kindly.

"Ahmad." He stretched out his hand.

The image smiles, "Partner."

"From which school?"

"SMA-"

"The race will start soon, all participants please prepare themselves. "

The sentence of Citra was cut by an announcement from the committee. Although annoyed at Mr. Arif, he did not forget his teacher's message to say bismillah before starting to do the test.

The image came out of the race room after ninety minutes. Outside it is light rain. He really waited until the time was over and then left the room. There's no one he knows. The image walked through the corridor while occasionally hugging his cold body. The destination is the bus parking lot that takes them out.

"It's over?"

"Astaghfirullah, MR. IH!" The Citra Reflex hit Pak Arif's shoulder which appeared suddenly, "Shocked, sir. Oh, my God."

Mr. Arif didn't react. The man stood beside Citra, looking out where the rain was falling.

"Which other one, sir?"

"Go out for a walk."

Gaping image in disbelief, "My crus left alone that way, sir?"

"There I am."

Citra manyun, "Father not invited."

Mr. Arif stuck his hand out, "Hungry?"

The image holds his belly, "Warm, sir. But ujan. "unknowingly he said spoiled.

Mr. Arif turned his head as well as Citra who had just realized his tone was not supposed to be.

"I mean, I'm hungry sir but at home." Correction Image is actually useless because Mr. Arif even left it. "Geez, what kind of man is that person." he said astonished. "Lost abandoned. Not responsible for. Where hungry again." The omel.

Not long after, Mr. Arif returned but this time carrying an umbrella in his hand. "Come on!"

"Where are you going, sir?" Ask Citra confused. It's not funny that he was kidnapped by this teacher.

"Eat. He said he was hungry. The road!" Mr. Arif gave a code so that Citra docked down the umbrella he held.

With doubt Image approached, set the distance as far as possible.

"Friction. It'll get wet."

The image shifts her body again, "Gini, sir?" tanyanya polo's.

Mr. Arif cleared his throat. Their distance is very close. Without a word, the two directly exited the corridor through the rain of the two umbrellas.

It seems that the matter of ICT affects my sanity, Kok Mr. Arif sweet like this.

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