My Favorite You's
This feeling
"Smart Ma'am Jen made her brownie."
"But!" Citra glanced at Mr. Arif cynically. The girl was washing dishes accompanied by Mr. Arif as a rinseman. Her mother Pak Arif has banned because there will be ART that comes every afternoon to clean the house but Citra forces to do it as her gratitude for having been invited to a good lunch and taught to make brownis despite having to get a shitty assessment from the teacher beside him.
"Mr mending go away. To the cake room, to the cake bath, what cake, don't bother me here." Omelnya snatched the last plate that was rinsed Mr. Arif. "Father tuh nyebelin if kinky gini."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. Why did you come home so quickly? Not that there's fun, can you both be the same as the wardah ma'am?" The image pretended to be busy wiping the dishes while occasionally glancing at Mr. Arif with the corner of his eyes. His annoyance rose to the next level when he saw the man's innocent smile, "Oh, what are those smiles? Glad to think about Miss Wardah." she said.
Mr. Arif instead of stopping smiling and now laughs crisply, "God's Cause, so this is how it feels to be envied?!"
"Ididith! Who is jealous." The image put the plate on his lap carelessly until it almost fell on the floor if Mr. Arif did not immediately catch it.
"Be careful Ma'am later--"
"Yes, sorry. If the plate breaks I change it." Said Citra sour.
"Later Jen's mother was hurt." Continue Mr. Arif patiently. The negative thoughts of these students sometimes make it difficult on their own. "The plate if it breaks is replaced by a new one. But if Jen's sister gets hurt, where do I look instead?!"
The image of rolling his eyeballs "Faring is very good sir."
"i'm serious. So Jen's sister doesn't get hurt."
"Bodo ah's. You're weird." The image turned his back on Mr. Arif, hiding his met face.
"You're stranger. Lately I have seen that I have begun to dare to nag at me. Comfortable, Ma'am?" Tempta Pak Arif makes Citra more warm.
"FATHERY!!! Ah, I want to go home. I finished it all." The image wiped his hands quickly and then faced Mr. Arif, "Assalamu'alaikum" he said throwing a lap hand that was immediately captured by Mr. Arif.
"Waalaikumsalam.Don't forget the permission of the mother-in-law" he said, replying with the sound of the door slightly slammed.
"God, the sweetness of your servant, O Allah."
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"Kusut ae Mbak, no breakfast is not given dear to Mr Arif?"
The image looked at Agus lazily. Agus is another friend of his, which somehow seems like knowing there is something between him and their teacher.
"Don't talk about it, Gus. You don't see the writing on my eel?" The image pointed to his jidat seriously.
Agus looked carefully at the smooth eel and then the mangosteen, "Look. Clearly, even his writing. I'm jealous I'm jealous I'm jealous of squeaky--WADOOOOOH!"
"Not bummer. Rasain is my shoe." The image of wearing back his shoes that had just been hit on Agus' forehead.
"It hurts, Mommy." Agus rubbed his forehead while grimacing.
Memelet image satisfied.
"Sir Arif did it, I am the one who got it. nasiiiib nasiiib."
The image ignored Agus. His attention was again centered on two figures who were getting along in the teacher bench visible from the front of his class. Mr. Arif and Bu Wardah have somehow lately the closeness of the two makes Citra feel like around it there is a wild burning. Panaaaa. Though usually Mr. Arif never close to any woman, but this-THIS WHY ASK TO BE VISITED SIHHHH?!
"You're going to answer Mr. Arif?"
Imagery. That misguided whisper caught his attention, "Reply what the hell? Why also" he said, not caring.
"Alaa gaya. The whole school knows Mr. Arif likes you too."
"Who said?" The image stares at horror. Couldn't there be CCTV at the diner that day? Duuuhuha.
"Witness of his attitude."
"I don't see." The image is confused.
"Sir Alfian is handsome, well, naturally I like." Citra defended her feelings.
"But playboy. Don't look at IG, change each week."
"You follow Mr Alfian?"
"Aren't you?"
The image shook his head, "I don't have a sosmed."
"Good enough." Agus said.
"What's wrong?"
Agus shook his head, "There's nothing, Cit. It's good that you don't have a sosmed. Sosmed is poison."
The image sneers, "Toxic but yourself all kinds of sosmed at consumption."
Agus chuckled, "I'm immune."
"Udah ah, I want to come in." Citra left Agus to enter the class. Too bad in class the situation was just as unpleasant, Lisna and Sari were discussing about chemistry, the source of her messy mood today.
"Eh, Cit, how's this working?" Sari called out to Citra who was just about to sit on her stool.
"No idea. I'm a chemistry fool. Chemistry, Image End!" Sayar Citra makes the gesture separate.
Sari and Lisna glanced at each other, "Tumben. Usually the most eager to do about chemistry" said Sari
That was before Mr. Arif messed up the relationship between himself and Chemistry through his discriminatory attitude. Answer the image in the heart. Until now he has not found the right answer why Mr. Arif did not include him as part of the Chemical Team.
"That's usually. Ah, I want to sleep. Mumpung jamkos." The image of dropping his head on the table with his backpack.
"Well, Mr. Arif wants to wear Wardah's clock" he said." The ash coming in and out brings bad news. Especially for Citra whose ears are immediately sensitive to hear the world of the name in juxtaposed.
"THAT'S A SHIT?"
His loud voice was enough to attract the attention of the people in that class.
"Good dong. May we share the exercises." Lisna said in spirit.
"Good from hong kong?! My sleep plan failed totaaaal! " Dramatic ash.
Citra nodded, "Bene.Lagian why also Mr. Arif ask for the clock Bu Wardah? Another lesson hour can."
"Calic mode. Mr. Arif will again deket the same Miss Wardah."
"NH!"
BRAKK!
Sari was shocked. What's wrong with the sentence anyway?
"Why Cit? The feeling from earlier was mulu." Lisna shook her head, "Again dapet?"
"Can what?" ash Timpal.
Image melengos, "Can doorprize." Replied annoyed.
"Look off dong, Sis. If it's hot, here I wear exhaust." teased Abu then laugh satisfied.
On the bench Citra misuh-misuh. I don't know why lately he's been tired of his own feelings. This foreign feeling tormented him greatly. All because of Mr. Arif. All because Mr. Arif said that one strange word, SUKA. One word that made him feel chaotic just because he saw Mr. Arif chatting with other women, the feeling of pounding every time he was near his teacher, the feeling of unwillingness should be far from Mr. Arif. Imagery can go crazy if this feeling is not resolved.
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