My Favorite You's

Citra's Guard

Because I love you, Citra Jenaya

Because I love you, Citra Jenaya

Because I love you, Citra Jenaya

Because I love you, Citra Jenaya

The image submerged itself in the blanket. The words kept ringing in his head made him almost like a madman who could not stop smiling.

"Yes, is that really Mr Arif? How sweet anyway? Huhuhuhuuuuu ferociously lilaaaang." The image monologued in his blanket while laughing gleefully.

Tok...

"Mister Jeeeeen?"

"HISHI! WHATAAA?" The image lowered the blanket that covered his head. Alul is really bummering. This was the third time her sister had gone back to her room. It is the English key, the hammer, until the crowbar is also sought in his room when this is not the room of the craftsman.

"What else now? A SAW? THE TANG? NOT EVEN THE NEIGHBOUR TANYAIN'S LAWN MOWER EITHER?! " Spray her when Alul raises his head in between the door which is only opened a little.

"From Mr. Arif."

"DIE!" The image again covered his entire body with a blanket. Why is Mr. Arif looking for him in this house.

"Really, Mom. Mr. Arif again in front of the same Budhe and Pakde." Alul was getting tired. He was the laziest when he was told to call his brother like this. The image if it sucks can make him bald in an instant. "Mdad Jen?" Call her again.

"No. Just meet yourself." Reply Citra does not want to open the blanket that wraps it.

"Really huh?! If Papi's angry, it's not my fault."After saying that Alul then left Citra's room. While Citra is disturbed by the last sentence Alul immediately sat down.

" Be careful if you lie." The image of standing up and tidying up a little of his appearance, not to change his favorite gugguk picture nightgown.

"Where is Mr Arif? Must be a lie, right?" The image jolted Alul who was relaxed in front of the TV article in the living room there was no one.

"No lie, Sister Jen. Mr. Arif is in the kitchen." Alul said without turning his gaze from the TV broadcast that was airing two bald twins chasing chickens.

The image goes towards the kitchen, "Maaaah.where Mr. Ar--"

"Girls of today, ckckck."

The image looked up, frozen in place. In front of him was Mr. Arif, with his casual look holding a fruit plate taken from inside the refrigerator.

"Surely, is your father here?" The image rubbed his eyes to better convince himself of what he was seeing now.

"There are my parents too." Replied Mr. Arif casually pointing to the dining table where four people of that age were talking excitingly. The image until they did not hear them because of the unexpected appearance of Mr. Arif.

Seeing the four people, Citra retreated slowly and fled. He shouldn't look this messed up in front of his teacher. Sleeping clothes? Come laaaah, without arms and thighs,. Be present. Could be minus the value in the eyes of Mr. Arif's parents. Ta-but tapiii--- WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CARE ABOUT CITRAAAAA???!! The image rested her body behind the door of her room. In a hurry he looked at her appearance. A sweater and plaid pajama pants are his choice to appear more polite and look not trying to look beautiful in front of his neighbor.

"So, right?" Once again he pegged his body in front of the mirror making sure no wrong costume. Suits make sure everything is safe, he went out to see Mr. Arif and his parents.

"Good night, baby." His mother Pak Arif welcomed Citra warmly. "Try the fruit, son. Taken from his own garden." Continue Mrs Arif.

Citra glanced at her parents who seemed unaware of her presence there. Papi and Mama were acting too ordinary and didn't even try to explain anything to him. Well, the family of Mr. Arif is indeed the closest neighbor to them but before very rarely made visits with complete personnel like this.

"Mas, give the fruit to Mbak Jen." Said Mr. Arif's mother to her son who seemed to come from the back door.

Mr. Arif approached Citra and offered the fruits in a plastic basket, "Which one do you want? It's dragon fruit, --" point it at the pink fruit, then go on the other fruits, "It's citrus fruit, it's rambutan fruit and this--" Mr. Arif pointed at Citra with a chin gesture, "this is my baby." he continued almost like a whisper.

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The image sat in the TV room, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him but his ears tried to steal the talk of adults in the kitchen. After Mr. Arif said earlier, without a second thought he immediately fled to the family room. Frankly hearing the words of Mr. Arif who dared to tease him in front of his parents made his heart work abnormal. Very thrilling. In his attitude that had been like inviting him to war turned out to save a lot of things that made Citra barely recognize the figure of her teacher.

"Remember, Jen. Don't worry about it." Sindir Alul who is now without sin plucks the fruits that have been cut into pieces by Mr. Arif and given to Citra. In the end Citra did not choose any fruit and it was Mr. Arif who took the initiative to bring it for him.

"Dek-" The image pokes Alul's arm.

"Hm?"

"Sir Arif has been a little different lately, huh? Don't you feel?" He whispered to Alul. He glanced at Mr. Arif who was casually chatting with the parents. Age cannot be lied to.

"No. Just be usual."

"Ck, try to remember again. Mr. Arif is different, don't you know?!"

Alul looked at his brother dumbly and then shook his head, "Neither understand, Jen Ma'am. I'm not saying it clearly."

Imagery manyun. Free. Free to talk to small children, instead of being able to make the solution even make blood rise.

"Cape ah talking to a little boy." The image dropped his back on the back of the sofa.

Both silent. Alul also did not want to be dizzy like the person who was growing up next to him. Being an adult is tired, complicated. It is best to be a nobita, not to grow up at all.

"Mom, Jen, Lul?" Mama approached the two followed by the others. "Salim first." she told her two children to greet the guests.

The first image went to greet Budhe and missed Pakde and Pak Arif. The two men had never touched anything other than their mahrom. So did Alul who only greeted two men in the family.

"When you go to the garden, let's see the orchard for yourself." Said Pakde rubbed Alul's head when he saw the fruit on their plate was empty.

"What is next week? Can you, Mom?" His mother Pak Arif chimed while asking permission directly to Mama Citra.

"I'm really up to the kids, but that's it, kids if they've been to a new place a lot of things want to try, let alone my children, huh active for mercy. It's hard to manage, it takes extra energy." Mama's words are exaggerated. Though Citra itself feels itself the most mager, the most ya climbing rambutan tree, or durian. That's normal, right?

"Alul can be arranged. You can take care of yourself too." Sambar Alul fast. When else can vacation while eating fruit as satisfied. Only a landlord like Mr. Arif of this family can make it happen.

"If Jen's mother let me take care of her." Said Mr. Arif who immediately invited silence. "Where, Jen's sister? Wanna?"

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