My Favorite You's

Fugitives

Have you ever seen the life of a fugitive? Haven't you? If not, look at an image of Jenaya now. His life has become unsettled since Mr. Arif expressed his love for him. The student who finally gave up using her favorite short skirt was sneaking behind the wall towards the canteen. Hungry and oppressed, less miserable let alone his life. And whose fault is it? Oooh is of course Lord Arif who is relaxing under a mango tree with his favorite student. Just be careful if he fell unconscious because of hunger, it will be certain that Mr. Arif enjoyed his days under his revenge.

"Why should I secretly gini anyway? I don't have any debts or enemies in this school." Abu who was forced to follow this shameful action resigned in drag by Citra who brought the loyalty of a friend who must be upheld.

"Shhhhhtttt don't be noisy!" They had almost reached the wall of the canteen and were a little more able to sneak in.

"Ck. Nah, this is a child." Abu cursed without trying to hide himself at all.

"Come down!" The image drew Abu's hand to walk down. "Let's get caught." Said slowly.

"Who's knowledge? Everyone sees us as a freak." Abu protest but keep walking down I don't know what the benefits. The problem was that they were looking down under the empty classroom window while everyone in the school yard was looking at them clearly.

"Sir Arif." Said Citra anxious because Abu difficult to be invited to cooperate.

"Sir Arif is your favorite chemistry teacher?"

"Who else."

Abu breathed a sigh. Really very stupid. Since then they have been walking to avoid people who are watching them like a big screen. So great this Citra Jenaya.

"Yuk, wake up yuk!" Ash pulled the image to stand upright.

"Ih, what the hell! Later ket--"

"No! Mr. Arif is watching us." Point it towards the mango tree where not only did Mr. Arif pay attention but your friends they also, "There is Pak Fian." his finger pointed in another direction where Mr. Citra's favorite teacher was standing looking at them with several other teachers. Seek shame on both of them.

"Mom? Abuuuu?" The image patted Abu's arm quickly, "That they saw again who? Not us dong huh. Our time anyway? Kan from earlier we were clumping." Citra's face grimaced in horror. For the sake of his papi jago-jago sewing machine, go where he faces! hyx.

Abu pat Citra on the shoulder slowly, "Patience, indeed our lives are not complete before embarrassing ourselves."

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The first lesson successfully passed, the second lesson and the canteen Citra passed safely although it cannot be said to be a hundred percent but at least he was not face to face with Mr. Arif but this time it looks like it will be difficult--tough

"The book is on Dad's desk."

"Good, sir." The image nodded uninspired. Usually he is always excited if he can help Mr. Sudarmono. He was his favorite biology teacher. He is a famous legend teacher of wisdom. He was never angry but once angry even the headmaster made a bite. His simplicity made other teachers and students respect and disdain him. And now Citra as usual got the trust of Mr. Sudarmono to take the book of duty belonging to his friends. What makes Citra limp is the table of Mr. Sudarmono located right next to the table of Mr. Arif who is being avoided.

The image peeked into the teacher's room first to make sure Mr. Arif was not inside. He shouldn't have been there because he was studying at school, but anyone knows the universe betrayed him as usual. The image can breathe a sigh of relief when it does not find the existence of Mr. Arif there. With light steps the schoolgirl who had started again wearing her long skirt entered the teacher's room.

"Search for what, son?"

The deg!

Image freezes. That voice, obviously belonged to Mr. Arif who had come from nowhere. It seems that the man did not recognize him because Citra was already standing in front of Pak Sudarmono's desk.

"Oh." Reply Mr. Arif short. The man had already returned to his own desk right beside Citra standing up. The image peeked through the tail of the eye, it turns out that Mr. Arif was busy reading. Mercifully.

The image hurriedly picked up the pile of books then rushed out, "Excuse me, sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

The image accelerated his pace. When he was about to reach the door, Mr. Arif again made a sound this time nailing Citra's feet on the spot.

"When do you want to avoid me?"

The image biting his lower lip dead a tick. It's free to try not to be seen by Mr. Arif, in fact his teacher knows all his efforts. The image cleared his throat, then without saying anything he immediately ran like a thief who was being hunted by residents leaving the room and also Mr. Arif who gave a thin smile.

Citra continued to run while occasionally looking back, afraid that Pak Arif was chasing after him which of course was impossible. During this time Mr. Arif worked with professionals, never doing anything beyond his duties as a teacher. Citra is the only student who is able to make the young teacher betray his own principles even though it does not make him unprofessional at work.

"Why?" Lisna asked after Citra sat back on her stool. Their workbook has been handed over to Mr. Sudarmono.

The image shook, "Nothing. Want to run away." he said a lie. For the expression of Mr. Arif's heart, Citra has not told anyone. If you can, no one will know about this. The image must make sure once again in order to take a stand to retaliate or reject it. GOSH RETALIATE? NO!!! The image pulled her hair in a panic. Where's that thought? Whisper where is that? Maybe he thought to reciprocate the heartless teacher's feelings. Duh, Cit, sober Naaaak. Conscious!

"Why the hell?" Lisna pulled the hand of Citra who was holding onto the hair with a frustrated face.

Citra looked at Lisna with a faint look, "I want to change schools" she dropped her head on the table.

Lisna turned the eyeball, "Saking often you say this, sure, soon you get a two-door refrigerator." she turned back towards the board. Instead of listening to Citra's speech that always wanted to move but until now still at home, listening to the enlightenment of Pak Sudarmono so that his life could glow up like his face.

"I moved away a few times." The image repeats its desire which is only limited to the throat.

"More.Move citizenship all over." Lisna was tired. While Citra, intelligent but half-baked brain was instead seriously thinking about Lisna's speech. Moving state citizenship? Looks good too.

"Jenaya's Imagery?"

"Yes, Sir?" The image of standing raised its hands high. He immediately sat down to see who was calling his name.

"Your wallet." Mr. Arif raised a black wallet that does belong to Citra.

The image is still in shock. Not because of the fact that his wallet fell and he just realized it but worried if Mr. Arif saw the contents of his wallet. Yes Tuhaaan, there is a photo of Mr. Arif who has been in his doodles like a witchcraft doll.

The image almost fainted looking at the ice-hearted teacher's slanted smile. Of course this is a bad sign.

Papiiiiii.

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