My Favorite You's

Tastes of Mr. Arif

Today Citra is the most integrated human being in the universe. Sunday which is usually his favorite day especially for today even feels annoying. Especially if it is not for the front neighbors who are going to climb with their friends as well as Abu who is also in the group. Alul, who is usually the victim of his recklessness, is going with Papi and Mama to the brother's house. He who became his one-on-one occupant was assigned to guard the house because there were customers who took orders sewn results.

Image closes the gate after customer leaves. Just going back to the house, Mr. Arif's mother called him.

"Mr Jen, alone?"

Image approaching towards the fence. Mr. Arif's mother seemed to have just returned from the market with some plastic groceries in her hand. The image that saw it hurriedly opened the fence and approached him.

"Yes, Budhe. Come on, Jena help." The image lifts two plastics at once which turns out to be quite heavy.

"Thank you, Jen." Said Mr. Arif's mother leading the way into the house.

"Together, Budhe." The image follows behind, coming into the kitchen.

"Please put it on the table, Sister Jen."

The image of putting groceries on the table according to orders.

"In cobain, Jen Ma'am. Budhe's made last night." Mother appears carrying brownies that have been cut into pieces and arranged neatly on a plate.

"Waaaah, thank you, Budhe. Though Jena help sincerely loh." The image of a big smile took the plate. It just so happens that he hasn't had breakfast this morning.

"Evening Budhe made for Mas Arif's provisions, but forgot to take." Budhe said that Citra stopped her from enjoying the delicious brownies.

"Okay, if that's saved by Budhe, then look for who has." Citra said it returned a second piece of brownie that had not been bitten.

"It's okay, Sister Jen. It will be rebuilt again. It's easy." Budhe rubbed the top of Citra's head, "Or Jen want to learn to make brownies? Mas Arif's favorite."

Imagery grimacing. Frankly, he was a bit confused by this situation because Mr. Arif's favorite of course had nothing to do with it.

"It just so happens that Budhe bought the ingredients." Budhe pointed to the ingredients of the cake that was removed from the grocery bag.

The image stands near Budhe. There's no harm in learning, who knows, you can try at home, "May, Budhe."

"Yes, now Jen help prepare the material, Budhe ngawasin."

"Jena who made it, Budhe?" Ask Citra unsure. Although he has a hobby of cooking and often help his mother in the kitchen but the matter of cake himself zero big.

"Yes. Budhe help you." Said Mr. Arif's mother pat Citra on the shoulder, "Pake first." he handed the apron to Citra to help her wear it.

"Now the Budhe gang?" Imagery grimacing.

"Mbak Jen has a busy life, huh?"

The image shook, "There's no Budhe. Jena's idle."

"Jude now. Training as a wife." Mr. Arif's mother tightened the apron ties in Citra's body, "Must be more dear."

Whose dear?

Citra. His brain that has only worked well a dozen years has not been able to digest the sentences of his mother Pak Arif. The image looked at the ingredients of the cake in front of him. Then look at Mrs Arif and look at her reflection in the refrigerator body. Strangely, the situation looks like a picture of a daughter-in-law helping out in-laws in the kitchen. AM I CRAZY, HUH?

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The image can be proud of itself once again for the new thing it learns. After two attempts, the brownie can finally mature without burning.

"Enak, Jen's mother." Mr. Arif's mother grabbed a piece, gave a thumbs up on Citra.

The image smiled shyly, "Because Budhe was patient. Thanks to Budhe."

"Together, my dear." Budhe rubbed the back of the soft image. Treated as soft as that Image more washed away, more and more forget themselves, forget that now with him this is his mother Pak Arif, the man who had been bullied all-out. "Now, Jen's mother cleaned up first. A lot of flour." said Budhe poking Citra cheeks that leave flour there.

"No need. Just clean up here and let's have lunch together. Buddy Budhe." Mr. Arif's mother pushed Citra towards one of the rooms, "Tuh, in Mas Arif's room there is a bathroom."

The image held its steps in front of the bedroom door, "No other bathroom, Budhe?" tanya Citra hesitated to enter. Not the first time, but now it feels different after knowing that the owner of this room likes it.

"The outside bathroom is still in renov, the water is jammed. Or do you want a bathroom in Budhe's room?"

"Eh, no, Budhe. Jena just use this bathroom." Reject Quick image. Of course it would be more hesitant to enter the room of Mr. Arif's parents.

"Yes, get in there. Budhe lives in the kitchen."

The image nodded despite being rather heavy, "Let's go, Budhe."

"Yes. Don't be long, it's not good if the food is cold."

"Okay, Budhe." The image then entered the room and as before the typical fragrance of Pak Arif immediately smelled his senses. "Oh my goodness, I deg deg an. This is normal, right?!" he monologues alone. Unlike before, this time he immediately slid into the bathroom, not wanting to make Budhe wait let alone give the impression that he was at home lingering in his teacher's room.

"Warm clean. It fits into kang wc." The image checks every corner of the bathroom anyone knows find a batman trap there that can be used to skin Mr. Arif. Unfortunately Citra found nothing but the conclusion that her chemical teacher was the diligent type of cleaning, very suitable with her who was lazy to forgive.

After finishing cleaning himself, Citra came out of the room but not until the kitchen he had heard another familiar voice in the kitchen.

"Tumben cake failed, Mom?!"

That's Mr. Arif's voice. How to get home soon? The image glanced at the wall clock in the middle room, it was only noon so why did this person come back?!

"Yes, what's the part of his charred at the mas meal? Try this one."

The image still hides behind the wall.

"Too sweet. Not my taste. Must not be the mother who made it? Is there a new ART?"

Imagery manyun. Too sweet whata, if only the ones who have already refused the sweet food.

"Hush, don't go on a date. That will sound like. This is the mas anyway." Said Budhe reprimanding his son.

"It's not as good as bi-"

"Judah, don't eat it!"

Mr. Arif was surprised when suddenly the cake plate in front of him was seized not to mention the culprit was his favorite neighbor.

"Well, Jen's mom?"

"Yes, I." Answer Citra jutek. He hid the cake behind his back.

Mr. Arif turned to the mother for an explanation but his mother was even pretentious to be busy arranging the table.

"If you don't like it don't smash dong, sir. Falling down on people's mentality." Omel Citra took a seat next to Budhe. "Well, Budhe?"

"It's so thick." Pak Arif's Mother replied flirting with her son by taking sides with Citra.

Mr. Arif scratched his temple while smiling wryly. How else would it be if the women were allied. Of course he was outnumbered.

"I mean, the one that makes it sweet, the cake does not need to be sweet." apparently while sitting next to Citra.

"Ngeles this father is like a bajaj." The image keeps the cake plates out of Mr. Arif's reach, "No need. You can't eat my cake. It's not your taste" he said when Mr. Arif was about to pluck the brownies he rejected earlier.

Mr. Arif chuckled, "My taste is right, Ms. Jen. Same as what I did. Isn't that right, Mom?"

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