My Favorite You's

Endless Punishment

"Mom, obviously what is Mr. Arif's motive for doing this?" Citra stared at the nanar of its shadow on the transparent glass wall of the mosque. There was a foreign body wrapped around his waist exactly the bonds of the hellish rope that would drag him in confusion and insolence.

Abu was silent for a while, watching his friend in crimenya with a frown and said "Clearly to protect himself from the temptation of the cursed shaiton." Her rancid face instantly made Citra reflex throw a cloth to clean the glass right on her face.

"I'm not cool with your mouth. Thought I was a demon." His murmur then with a step stomped away from the side of the humans who were still scattered. Indeed friends now it if not the curse that friends eat friends. Nothing's sorted out. Why should Mr Arif give his jacket to him anyway?!

The image grumbled, he wanted to take off the brown jacket that bound his waist but Mr. Arif's threat made him undo the intention.

Take off the jacket and I make sure your chemistry score this semester is below KKM.

"Nyebelin tuh father! " Image threw a mop in annoyance given the threat of the father of the one teacher. Inside his head was already hallucinating seeing himself take off the jacket and use it to clean the Closet. The smile of the devil was satisfied on his face. Although only limited, he was very satisfied to imagine it.

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"Have finished? "

Citra and Abu who was sitting on the porch of the mosque straight up his back.

"Already, sir." Abu. while Citra replied, he preferred sawan a week rather than memahuti Pak Arif. His frustration has not yet subsided.

"Partner? "

"So, you check yourself if you don't believe." He answered ketus who immediately got a grip on his arm from Abu. It is clear that Abu did not want any additional punishment for impoliteness of image.

The image glared at Abu but then he said, "It's clean, Master." His words are not sincere. What kind of teacher like this, the teacher is digugu and imitated not like this, COLONIZER.

Mr. Arif extended his neck looking down at the mushola toilet.

"You can go home except for Citra."

"LOH, SIR-"

"Thank you, sir." Abu stood up quickly did not waste time rushing to greet Mr. Arif. That one guy still had time to meletar towards Citra who still did not believe the decree of the Grandfather Arif-Setan-Rahman-Nyebelin.

"Paaaaak" Citra whining. He did not accept the injustice that Mr. Arif had done to him. Mattress and cushions at home have been calling him since and Mr. teacher this one still wants to hold him-Hiks.

"Come in there!"

"Where else is it, Paaaaak? " Partra is no longer concerned with adab and manners. VERY BODO, EVIL ARIF SIR!

"Mushaola." Mr. Arif took off his shoes and went through Citra who sat down with a face of persecution.

"I have prayed, Fatheraaaak." He whines like a child. All he wants now is to go home and sleep on the bed while reading the chat is not useful from groups not useful on his phone.

Mr. Arif is not bullying. The chemistry teacher, wearing a khaki suit fitting on his body, opened the door of the mosque, "Istighfar a hundred times and wrote an apology fifty times."

"Oh God, Fatheraaaaak." The floundering image on the floor ignored her raised skirt.

"wear! "

The image of the wave when it suddenly darkened because the face that was thrown by Mr. Arif covered his vision.

"Weathered Bujang! " Dumelnya without a sound.  He threw Mr. Arif's brown jacket in annoyance. No matter the image, Citra is included in the mushola in a ngesot way.

It is a pity that the action was not only witnessed by Mr. Arif who looked at him with his forehead raised one because in the mosque there is someone who should be the image of keeping his image as well as possible in front of the person.

"M-mister Fian? Kok Mister-" Citra hastily stood up to realize her current position which is exactly the ngesot in a low-rated horror film that numbered the various qualities and numbered the defender Aleksis.

"Hehehe ngadem, sir." Reply Citra forget for a moment the existence of the grim reaper face Mr. Arif who was sweeping the men's prayer area.

"Ngadem in front of the fan, not ngesot on the mosque tiles" said Mr. Alfian smiling amusedly.

Imagery whiny, it's okay in the law until the afternoon if the bonus meets future candidates like this.

"Hadn't come home yet? " Tanya Citra basi kepo.

"Sholat dzuhur's. Have you prayed? "

The image nodded, "Already, sir. But if Mister's the one who prays, I pray again it's okay, sir." Original words. All counts as an exercise before actually taking, sir. Continue in the heart.

"Just funny you are. Already, I want to pray first." Mr. Alfian took off his bag and kept it near the wall. "Why haven't you come home yet? "

Pak Alfian's question jolted Citra's consciousness, "Astaghfirullah." The image patted his forehead, looking for a figure that had made him lucky to meet exclusively with Mr. Alfian even through the path of punishment. Not far from him, Mr. Arif sat down leaning on the pillar of the mosque. His face looked tired but still did not diminish his demonic auras in the eyes of Citra.

"Sir." The image approached, sitting together of course already wearing the face.

"Have the centil finished? "

Dihs. Citra shrivels up.

"Istighfar a hundred times and an apology fifty times right, sir? " The image ensured that his punishment ignored the teacher's vague question. Just worry if Mr. Arif forgets his punishment and even adds it again.

Mr. Arif straightened his back, looking straight at the student who every day there was just his behavior that made anxiety.

"Two hundred times istighfar, one hundred times apology."

Nah-h---

"BUT MR. EARLIER--" Citra forgot to lower the volume of her voice. Indeed, if the same Mr. Arif likes automatic Capslock mouth.

"Do it or I add the inc-"

"Enough, Sir. Enough's enough! " Image held his hand in the air asking Mr. Arif to stop talking. The image improved his sitting position in front of Mr. Arif. He began to say as much Istighfar as ordered by Mr. Arif.

Nearly half an hour Citra carries out her sentence. During that time Mr. Arif faithfully waited for him while doing various activities in the mosque.

"I can go home, right sir? " Partra asked while releasing the face he was wearing.

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Arif replied without looking at him. The image sneered, his hands clenched in the air like he was ready to hit the annoying teacher's head. Satisfied to launch his pestle attack, he took off the jacket wrapped around his waist. "Back Jacket." His words extended the jacket to Mr. Arif but the young teacher who said his friends who missed the priest candidate instead ignored him.

"Restore it until you replace the skirt with a longer one."

Lah. Citra. Mr. Arif left him alone who was still dumbfounded in the mosque.

"Crazy that time people."

Finally Citra tied back his teacher's jacket on his waist and followed out the mosque, hoping in the parking lot there was still Mr. Alfian. Who knows, the super cool teacher is waiting for him and taking him home together. Who knows what you are?!

Impressions in a hurry to wear his shoes. With maximum speed running into class to take his bag. Do not forget to say excuse me when passing through Mr. Arif without slowing down his speed. Bodolah, Later tomorrow again in the mood take care of Mr. Arif who is like Tai cow.

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