My Favorite You's

Worrying, he said, darling

The image wiped the sweat on his forehead. His right hand holds a bottle of drink while his left hand holds a biology book. This afternoon he did not go home after school. The jet-black long-haired student decided to take a walk in the city park to unwind his head and heart accompanied by a biology book. Reading is powerful enough to be an arena healingnya no matter the biology book or history book though for sure he needs a diversion from a new figure who harassed his mind.

Glucose gluc Glucose.

"Aaaaaah segeeer." The image heaved a sigh of relief after moistening his throat with an orange-flavored drink in his hand. "What other snacks?" he noticed all the carts around him, almost all had been tried, the emergency money had even been taken a sheet. His steps moved towards the popcorn cart. Since then, the popping of corn tempted him to buy.

"One yes, sir." He said after the buyer in front of him got his.

"What'd you like to taste, Deck?"

"Mad."

"Ready. Wait a minute, Dek."

Imagra. He turned around but was immediately startled by a student wearing a uniform of gray pants and black clothes.

"Partner right?"

The image frowned, "Sorry.Who is it?"

The student smiled as he reached out his hand, "Just meet again. Ahmadis. Who'd met in the test room." he was too friendly.

"Ooh, yeah. Sorry." which." The image welcomes the hand, "I'm sorry. My memory is indeed unreliable." he said unkindly to Ahmad.

"Looky." Ahmad smiled brightly, "School around here?"

Imagery shook.

"So far from playing."

"Search for a new atmosphere. Are you around here at school?"

Ahmad nodded, "Yes, down the street." He lighted while pointing towards the turn of the road.

"Oh."

"On your own right? I'm with you can?" Ahmad's permission was hopeful.

The real image is wanting to be alone is not good if you refuse because Ahmad is friendly enough to reprimand him first while he forgets this man.

"Can. Want to order too?" Ask him to offer popcorn to Ahmad.

"May deh." Ahmad approached the salesman, "As usual, sir."

"Okay, Boss."

The frowning image looked at the interaction of the two. "Have you been here a lot?" tanyanya.

"Yes. The house is also near here. Want to play at home?"

Imagery shook. It is too unusual to accept the hospitality of new people. "Other times."

"Okay, next time." Ahmad sounds like a promise.

The image grimaced, "Yes."

Before long the two finally got their orders. Ahmad led the way to one of the park benches made of bamboo.

"Listen-heard thursday the announcement of the race is made." Ahmad opened the chat. Their seats were right under the tree, turned their backs on the highway.

"Oh yeah? Good to have the results discovered." Say Citra while enjoying every grain of popcorn in his throat.

"Are you optimistic about your work?" Tanya Ahmad watched Citra from the side.

The image raised a shoulder, "Obsolutely so." After all, the ICT test was not his desire but if he won it would definitely be a new furore in school. The underdog team turns out to be a translucent winner of course will be a plot twist that will greatly shake the school.

"But it looks like you're good at playing computer-Eh sorry this--"

"Have you washed your hands yet?"

Ahmad's hand was held up into the air when someone interrupted him who was about to pick up a stray popcorn at the tip of Citra's lips.

"Loh, Sir? Is he here?" The image immediately stood up looking at Mr. Arif who appeared suddenly behind them.

"Sorry, whose father? How to Come-come directly?" Ahmad who was not happy to be disturbed stood up.

"It's none of your business" he told Ahmad. "Let's go home." Mr. Arif pulled the Citra bag to go with him.

The confused image is speechless because it is difficult to understand the situation that is happening now. He did not even say goodbye to Ahmad who could not do much to see him quietly brought by Mr. Arif. Citra's steps follow Pak Arif's footsteps to take him to the motorcycle parking lot.

"Good!" Tell Mr. Arif after putting a helmet on his head.

The image restrains him, "Please sir. Why do I have to go home? I have permission from Papi and Mama. My popcorn is not finished either" she said showing her popcorn that even had a few seeds eaten.

"Here, I'll take it." Mr. Arif took the popcorn. His face looked exhausted, his khaki black uniform was not even as neat as it was at school.

"Mr hasn't come home yet?" Citra asked looking at the appearance of her teacher.

"Because of you." His word. His hand waved to call the motorcycle taxi drivers who had brought Citra to the park. "Take the bike slowly, sir."

"Ready, Mr. teacher." Mr. Ojek was riding on his bike, "hold, Ma'am" he told Citra.

The image that has not received an answer does not want to prolong business let alone see the unfriendly face of Mr. Arif. He climbed up and sat with his hands holding on to the iron behind the motorbike.

"Street, sir." Said Mr. Arif patted the shoulder of the ojek father who runs his motorbike leaving the park. Mr. Arif then followed closely behind.

Along the way Citra did not dare to look back. They now looked like a bridal convoy. Instead of piggybacking on him, Mr. Arif instead told ojek to take him home. It was really difficult to understand the mind of his teacher.

"The teacher is good, Ma'am?!"

"What's up, sir?" The image does not see the goodness of the action of Mr. Arif earlier. Which he was even annoyed.

"Yes, Mother. He wants to find his students. Fortunately, I asked if it would not have been rotated one city to find his mother." replied Mr. Ojek.

"Seriously, Sir?" Not flattered, Citra even afraid. Pak Arif's angry mode is really something that Citra avoids. Not only cleaning the mosque or toilet one school, but it can be more than that. Benerin tile for example or paint the fence. Be present.

"Yes, ma'am, right."

Imagery grimacing. Now it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon means Mr Arif has been looking for him for three hours? How's lunch?

The motor stopped in front of his house. Citra returned the helmet and paid for the motorcycle, but Mr. Arif immediately offered money while saying Thank you to the ojek's father. Citra hopes there is someone among them now because both Mr. Arif in his grim mode is really making shivers.

"Lake in." His order.

Citra nodded but was just about to enter through the gate, Mr. Arif again voiced.

"Other times if you want to run around know me."

"Why, Sir?"

"Why what? "

The image looked at Mr. Arif seriously, "Why do I have to tell my father if I want to wander?"

"I'm worried."

"Bapi and Mama are normal. The important thing is my permission, obviously where it is." Said Citra still has not caught the intention of Mr. Arif.

"But and Mama you must be worried, isn't that why you're giving them permission?"

Imagra.

"That's because they love you, right? Afraid of you why."

The image nodded again.

"In addition to your Papi and Mama, now there is also me who is worried about you. So please tell me too." Mr. Arif rubbed the sweat on his forehead. The helmet that was still perched on his head was off but his gaze was still fixed on Citra.

"Why are you worried?" Tanya Citra slowly.he deg degan asked this but was curious.

Mr. Arif took a deep breath and exhaled, "Because I love you, Citra Jenaya."

Image freezes.

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