My Favorite You's

Clarifications

Usually yes, usually, Citra will take as far distance as possible from the radar of Mr. Arif even the traces will be avoided let alone the nest. But now, an Citra Jenaya willingly stood in front of Mr. Arif's house just to make sure one thing, less crazy let alone try Pak Arif's favorite student.

"Dearly father wants to climb? With Miss Wahdah?"

Mr. Arif who just opened the door directly on the reflection of the question from the front neighbor of the house and his student. There is no greeting at all. It's really amazing.

"Assalamu'alaikum first, Ms. Jen." Reprimanded Mr. Arif peeked behind the girl, there is usually an Alul tailing behind her. Tumben once today wants to come to his house, alone too.

"Vaalaikumsalam. So really?" The image folded his hands in front of his chest, staring at Mr. Arif full. I can't wait to get clarification right away. Forget a moment of manners, he's on fire right now, burning jealous-HEH fire!

"What exactly?" Ask Mr. Arif with high level of patience. The man opened the door wide, "Don't want to go in first?"

The image lowered his hands and ego, "The father is not alone right at home?" tanyanya while passing Mr. Arif into the house.

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Arif followed Citra who was sitting in the guest chair. "What do you want to drink?"

"No need, sir. It was at home." Reject Image shaking hands. "Mending you sit down, answer my question." he continued as if the host.

Mr. Arif chuckles. He might like this unstable girl. His emotions were not well controlled. "So, Jen, what do you want to hear from me?" her tan softly after sitting on the single seat in front of Citra. His sleeves he rolls my side.

"Will you climb with Miss Wardah?" Repeated Image.

"Just like other teachers, too."

"It really means Mr. Arif wants to marry Wardah? He said he likes me, why is his marriage the same Miss Wardah anyway?" Demand Citra to look at Mr. Arif fiercely.

Mr. Arif frowned, "Who would marry Ms. Wardah? Climb yes, same other teachers. Why get married." the young teacher scratched the edge of his forehead in confusion.

"Said Mama, Mr. Arif again in the match-making. I'm meeting Miss Wardah now. Aye right?"

"Astaghfirullah." Mr. Arif rubbed his face.He did not even discuss marriage with anyone but why this student was even one step ahead of his info. It is certain that this hostess has already had a conversation with the front neighbor.

"Sir Arif can't play women's hearts. Just yesterday said his love to me, How come the marriage is the same Miss Wardah? It can't be, sir." Image raised chin high, "This is the heart of sir is not a solution."

Mr. Arif was leaning on the chair with both hands being the cushion of his head. His gaze was witty towards his student who was staring at him fiercely, "So since I like you, I too have to marry you. I see, Sister Jen?"

"YEAH-EH NO!!! " The image rectifies his words quickly, "Te-whatever the father is." he stammered embarrassed. Duh, bashful, Cit. The girl ran her gaze to the floor of the house when she saw the thin satisfied smile of Mr. Arif. Die a Cit, all of you.

Mr. Arif straightened his back, "Okay, me and the other teachers are planning to climb mi-"

"Mrs Wardah too?" Cut Quick image.

Mr. Arif let out a short sigh then nodded, "Yes, Miss Wardah too. But we were just climbing instead of getting married. Understand it up here?"

Imagra.

"I like you, if you're a mate, marry you." Continue Mr. Arif.

"I don't want to marry my father."

Mr. Arif raised one eyebrow, "Related?" challenge her.

The image of a manyun, "Tau ah. I was a kid and didn't want to talk about marriage. Amused." he shuddered, hugging his own arm.

"Mbak Jen first discussed. Nor is the marriage now."

"When will Jen be ready?" Mr. Arif smiled faintly at the face of Citra who met red. Her favorite girl cupped her face with both hands.

"Bapaaaaaak, malukuuuuuuu." Muffled speech.

Mr. Arif's laughter broke. His hands itch to scramble the long black hair but he still remembers his favorite story where a righteous young man would rather burn his knuckles than touch a woman who was not lawful to him.

"Next time don't start." Said Mr. Arif still faithfully staring at Citra who hid her face with both hands. "From the marriage discussion, there is something I want to ask the same Sister Jen but go down first her hand."

The image lowered its hand but did not dare to raise its head. "What do you want to ask?"

"The photo in your wallet is---"

Mucus!

The image stands fast, "Eeeng seems to be late at night, sir. I'm going home, sir. Will be sought after by the house." he said without daring to look at Mr. Arif. He must escape immediately if he does not want to end up lectured by Mr. Arif. The girl rushed out while Mr. Arif looked at her with a small smile but did not stop her from going to the door, "Excuse me, sir. Assalamu'alaikum." he said running as fast as possible.

Mr. Arif shook his head at the funny behavior Citra "Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah." He stood in front of the door making sure Citra entered the house before closing the door.

"Who, Rif?" Mr. Arif's mother appeared from the direction of the living room carrying a brownie who had just come out of the grill.

Mr. Arif turned to the closed door, "Candidate" he replied with a small smile decorating his face.

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"Pi, look, this photo is torn."

The image that just entered was held in the middle room to hear the words of Alul who was accompanying papi and his mother watching TV.

"Loh, yes yes. How can it be torn?" Mama chimed.

"Mouse is possible." Papi.

"Timed the rat to tear it right part of Mr. Arif? Neat again." Add Mama who is now focused on paying attention to the photo, forgetting for a moment her favorite soap opera. Photo albums of activities in the mosque are indeed stored at Citra's house.

"Yes. The rat must be odd, the front teeth must be loose." So Alul made Citra want to throw open vase on his head.Can-can be spec angel like this is called like a mouse.

Ganjen palamu oblong?! "Durgenetic sister!" Gereget Citra, he went into the room while stomping his legs annoyed, "Assalamu'alaikum." He shouted as a formality and then closed the door.

The three people in the living room looked back, "Mbak Jen looks like she's sick again, Pih, Ma. Kasian, but still young." Alul voiced with a concerned mimic.

"Hush! Don't talk so much." Tegur Papi and Mama. Alul raises his shoulders, has his one-on-one sister. The SD child shook his head, unfortunately his brother half-dead, otherwise he could be pawned to the front neighbor as a guarantee to get a new sticker. Surely Mr. Arif will not refuse.

Meanwhile, in his room Citra hurriedly took his wallet and took out a photo where Mr. Arif's face had been drawn in such a way.

"Yeah, it can't be removed." His words were weak after trying to remove the scribbled parts. Finally regretfully he put the photo back in his wallet, "Galak anyway." grumbled while rubbing the face in the photo, before long a sweet smile rose on his face then chuckled at exactly the sane person.

Luuul, look at your brother Luuuul!

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