My Favorite You's

Ditraktir Pak Guru

"Next time bring a jacket." Said Mr. Arif waiting for Citra who was wiping his body with tissue taken from the table. Both were at the lesehan restaurant in front of the activity location for lunch. He wanted Citra he fasted this afternoon but his stomach had protested to be noticed.

"It was bright, sir." Citra turns to dry her damp hair. It was fortunate that only his uniform sleeves were slightly damp.

"Stay with it." Mr. Arif sat down after cleaning the seat for Citra with tissue, "Less short this." Her quip while putting her backpack on the lap of this stubborn student to cover her exposed thighs.

"Tomorrow I'll cut it again, sir." Citra deliberately wanted to irritate her teacher. The skirt thing is not inexhaustible. Change the title of the cake, what cake.

Mr. Arif snorted, the grown man called the waiter and ordered food. "What message do you want?" ask him on Citra while choosing a menu for himself and also Citra.

"Just like, sir." Reply Citra is busy wiping their tables with tissue.

"Relatedly? I ordered a mercon meatball."

"Related. Drink iced tea."

Mr. Arif nodded, "Bakso mercon two, ma'am. Two warm teas too" he said as he handed the menu book to the maidservant ignored Citra's unacceptable plotting.

"I want iced tea, sir." His protest.

"Rain don't drink ice." Said Mr. Arif. "That's it, Ma'am. Thank you." she told the waiter.

Well, if that's why pataaaaak. Omel Citra in the heart.

"Mr don't regulate people's taste." Citra Manyun said, filing a protest after the waiter left. "I'll pay for it myself."

Mr. Arif did not respond. The man was even busy with his phone as if Citra wasn't there. It makes the image more goiter. Want to get angry but this is the teacher, not even if the teacher sucks like this?!

"Morning wear a long skirt."

Nyenyenyenyeeeeeee

"No way."

"Why?"

"No, I don't want to, sir. Father why the hell? The same problem with my skirt. I like my skirt what? Tell me, if I like it, I'll handle it for you." Whatever. It is up to her to be cursed into a tangled attendance book or even a stone, this skirt thing really pisses her off.

In front of him Mr. Arif was silent. Not showing any emotion at all. His face was flat as a triplex board in his school parking lot. The image that felt that it might have gone too far to his teacher was immediately unwell. Regret the heck not but fear of disobedience alone, raising the voice in front of parents is sinful.

"Sorry, Sir. I mean if--"

"Yes I like--" Mr. Arif paused his sentence, "I like you, not your skirt." he continued making the girl in front of him blink bod*h.

"Well, sir?" Citra is afraid to hear wrong and hopes he hears wrong.

Mr. Arif sat quietly, looking seriously at the student, "I like you." Said. He smiled slightly, "Where, Ma'am Jenaya?"

"IIIIIIIHHHH DADAAAAKKKK!!!"

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"Effused, Mother? Cold is the meat."

The image shook, "No. Mr. Nyeremin." the girl in the high school uniform was sitting in the corner of the dining area. While Mr. Arif, either have to regret his confession or thank him that surely his students in the corner are adorable.

"Aren't you hungry anymore?" Ask Mr. Arif to push his empty meatball bowl away.

Mr. Arif looked up. He stared at the student for a moment and shook his head, "I'm serious."

"Paaaak, don't dong, sir. I was a little girl." Pinta Citra cupped her hands in front.

"Mbak Jen is already in puberty."

"But I was a little boy, sir. Still kids. Can't date Papi yet."

Mr. Arif chuckled, "Who would like to ask you out. GR. "

"THE TRUUUS?" The image starts to. Yes, how self-esteem is. He was just GR? But Mr. Arif likes it.

"Why was that? I'd say he likes it not dating." Said Mr. Arif, his hand pushed a bowl of meatballs that were still not touched at all near Citra. "Quick eating. You will find your friends."

Image Staring at the bowl of meatballs is not appetizing. The mood is falling. Mr. Arif is obviously playing him right now.

"Father is not clear." His grunt. He pulled the bowl of meatballs and ate the contents haphazardly.

"Slowly eat, I don't ask." The man handed her a tissue, "Clean your mouth."

The image of taking the tissue is not friendly. He was still staring hard at his Master. Frankly, he was disturbed by the words of the father of super chemistry, plus his statement just now that did not invite him to date, very confusing.

"Mother why do you like me? I'm being stubborn." Tanya Citra on the sidelines of her meatballs.

"Mb Jen's self-conscious turns out." Said Mr. Arif flat.

The image is getting more maniacal, "Jawab aja can times, sir. Horror is very liked by Mr. Arif."

"Why horror?"

"Seriously father."

"You're the one who said that."

"Because you chose to love your students. Discrimination."

"When?"

Dih, this one man. It may be unconscious. The image is in the heart. "Tau ah, sir. Tired of talking to you." He continued eating, ignoring the existence of Mr. Arif. Let's just say the meatballs in his chewed is a piece of the heart of Mr. Arif, let alone his heart, so zombies, humans without a heart.

"Don't eat it long. " Mr. Arif reprimanded seeing Citra eat like a palace princess.

"Yes, patience, sir. People are patient with long life." The answer is but still with the same eating style. It was intentional to let Mr. Arif get upset.

"I'm impatient what else I've been waiting for you all this time." Mumbled Mr. Arif escaping his gaze out.

"What did you say?" Ask Citra because it is not clear to hear Mr. Arif's words.

"It's nothing." Answer Mr. Arif.

"Oh." The image continues to eat quietly while Mr. Arif, do not ask the limits of patience of the man who has to deal with his students on this one.

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