My Favorite You's

The match of Mr. Arif

The image standing behind the front tree of the school road witnessed Mr. Arif who was chatting with Abu and his genk on their respective motorcycles. This is what Mr. Arif is like, outside the school gates, he is a playmate of his students. Some become his teammates playing futsal, climbing friends, and sometimes friends hang out at coffee shops while watching balls or discussing their hobbies. The image of waiting impatiently, he kebelet BAK since earlier but want to come out hiding is the same as the life store. Citra believes and believes Mr. Arif has opened his wallet because the man may know who the owner of the wallet if not check the contents inside. And at this time Citra is not ready to be rolled and thrown from the top of the building by Mr. Arif.

Not long after that, Mr. Arif, Abu and the others separated towards their respective directions. The image can also come out of hiding and immediately call a well-known golfers.

"Sir why not the same teacher just go home? It's in the same direction." Mang ojek opened the chat.

"Not good, sir. Same time as teacher." Answer Imagery. Boro-boro want to nebeng, passing the same path is actually Citra ogah but want how else, the road that must be passed to the house is just this path.

"Pak Arif is good, Ma'am. My son bought school equipment. It's good, handsome, pussy, teacher again, Mommy." Mang said again to make Citra frown. "Lucky who became his soul mate. " continued Mang did not realize behind Citra almost vomit to hear the puja praise it. What would it be if you didn't have a warm heart. Anyway, he said he liked, kok odden same Bu Wahdah. The image glanced sharply as it passed two adults who were chatting on a motorcycle in front of an ice cream shop not far from the school.

"Newly also in bullshit, Ma'am." Mang chuckled while Citra nagged inwardly with unclear reasons. What is certain is that now Citra Jenaya is upset.

"Old playboy!" Chirps Citra is slouching.

"Where, Ma'am?"

The image shook his head, "Be careful, sir" he said. Amit-amit favored playboy. Huh!

The motor stops in front of the white fence as usual. Image down and hand over money ojek. "Thank you, sir."

"Together, Mother. Let's." Let's." Mang Ojek left while Citra did not go inside. The cute girl peered into the street, waiting for someone to emerge from the front turn. A few minutes waiting, sweat began to pour out but the target had not yet appeared.

"What's chat? It was noon too. Not what laper?" Image nagging alone. Recently also interrupted the sentence the awaited figure finally appeared and the image of course immediately pretended as a creature that did not care at all. The girl hurriedly stood in front of the fence, holding a hook like it was about to open the fence. Pak Arif's motor stopped, no greeting at all. Only the sound of the gate opening and then silence. Curious image but turned his head was consumed prestige. His pride will plunge into the got if until he greets Mr. Arif now but-but he's curious. The image breathes heavily. His cheeks puffed up, there was no other choice than to be curious until tomorrow morning and not being able to sleep well he better throw his ego to the bottom of the earth.

Body image, "Ba---"

"Es cream. Like right?"

The image closed his mouth. In front of him stood Mr. Arif with a bag of ice cream instilled on him. Citra. The dew in the white bag is very tempting, fresh, soft and definitely sweet as it is eh-loving.

The image of folding hands in front of the chest, "No way." refused his expensive sale. The fabric in the sewing room of his papi was sold expensive when he had to sell cheap anyway? No dong.

Mr. Arif looked at the contents in his pocket, "Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, mocca, and-your favorite taro" he said citing one of his weaknesses.

The image peeked in his haughty style. Taro favoriteaaaa.

"Alul must be su--"

"Thank you." The image took the white pouch quickly. It could be that there are more who are lucky here when the victim of feeling is himself. Will not be allowed.

Mr. Arif smiled, "Together, Ms. Jen."

The image examined the contents of the pouch without being able to hide the happiness on his face. Yes it is cheap, a bag of ice cream can buy it. But it's okay, no matter Jenaya, your self-esteem is still high.

"Lake in!" Mr. Arif's orders.

The image that had been cool counting ice cream was immediately manyun. Remembering its original purpose of standing up to a charred like this in front of the fence.

"Father's dating Miss Wardah?" Ask to the point. Why twist if the goal is one.

"No."

"Masa? I don't believe."

"As far as you."

The image is getting more manyun. Instead of explaining and convincing himself as sure as to why Mr. Arif even resigned anyway.

"Why is that dad? He said he likes me-oops." Just cut Cit, cut your tongue and cook it into your tongue soup. Yes ampuuuun mukaaaa to be taken where thisiii. The image of throwing another look even free, Mr. Arif's smile sucks!

"Yes, I like Jen's mom." Said Mr. Arif still maintaining his smile. Smile sucks Citra said.

"What happened to Mrs Wardah in such a public place? Is gosipin not afraid?"

"No confidence."

Mr. Arif let out a short sigh, "Clearly. Now you come in. Hot." he said while opening the Citra fence. "Do you want to come with me to the house?"

"YES!!!" The image went inside past Mr. Arif just like that, "Assalamu'alaikum." he shouted as he ran inside the house.

Mr. Arif shook his head in amazement, "Prophe Rif, wrong himself likes the boy." he said chuckling. He closed the fence and went back to his house.

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"Mother and others haven't been here in a long time, Ma'am." Papi opens the conversation at the dinner table.

"Busy as his new hobby, pih." Answer the image after sipping drinking water. "Kenyaaang, Alhamdulillah."

"will?" Ask Papa.

"Cock Papi know?"

"Means the same Mas Arif also dong. Waaah must be cool." Tymphal Alul.

The image frowned in wonder, where did the two know?

"Pantesan his mother is busy bangat nyari janur. Make provisions time yes." Mama Citra who came from the direction of the kitchen chimed.

"Sir Arif wants to go out, Ma? Says who?" Ask Citra impatiently. Did he miss the info? Abu's outrageous revelations do not convey this important info.

"Yes, same with some of the teacher's friends" he said." Mama answered while giving a piece of pudding to her husband.

"Aren't you coming, Ma'am?" Tanya Alul who was busy enjoying the pudding made by Mama.

The image shook his head, "If the teacher's friend came along, it means that Wardah also dong?"

"Mrs Wardah is a teacher at your school too, Mom? Not married?" Ask Mama in a row.

Imagra.

His mother immediately applauded, "Well, meaning his mother Pak Arif bentar again can be a ghost."

"MEANING MAMA?" Unknowingly the image of shouting made the three people in the room startled.

"Mr Jen, girls talk softly." Papi warns.

"Yes, sorry." Citra said regretfully. Because of this new information he was out of control.

"So Mr. Arif's in a mate, Ma?" Tanya Alul represents an image that can no longer think clearly.

"Not in soul mate, but the name of the business is built way to know the people. Tau own teacher Your ma'am is passive begging for mercy."

"Well, Kirain's Alul's sister-in-law." Alul said softly, "Mbak Jen is a galaaak." scolded to his brother.

"Well, how come you?!" Image is not to blame. He was still thinking about this. He may say he likes it but approaches other women. Teachers who cannot be an example. Perverted.

"Udah, no. Even talking people. Do'ain aja Mas Arif can mate fast." Papi mediates.

The image shook not Accept, "Soven Mr. Arif is still far away, Pi."

"Where are you?" Alul who solves.

"Ready." Say Citra confidently. How not far if the soul mate still wants to graduate school, college S1, S2, S3, find work, success, and get married. "Forward is Pih, Ma." He ran to the front of the house without waiting for permission. He had to meet with Mr. Arif to check the truth of this news. Just be careful if it gets right, will be dropped by the bomb at the front house.

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