My Favorite You's

Likes to Say Like

The image of spending time between Maghrib and Isha by reading the Quran. Although stammered he still tried to consistently do it, especially his ego as an ordinary human sometimes in tripe depleted by Alul whose reading is smoother than him. Blame her lazy learning when all the children in her neighborhood diligently go to the mosque to learn to read the Quran.

Tok tok...

"Mbak Jen -"

The image turned, Alul went inside his room with a big smile.

"Eat meatballs yuk, Ma'am!"

"Where? Isn't Mang Ujan coming home again?" Ask while putting a barrier to the Quran is limited to his reading tonight.

"In the front stall. There's something new at the end of the road. Go, Ma!" Alul pulled the hand of his brother who was lazily standing up. Mood Citra has not improved since it was able to cold treatment from their front neighbors.

"Lazy, Deck. You are aih! Take Mama and Papi. Just get me wrapped up." Reject Citra while removing her mukena. His wish now was for him to sleep and tomorrow morning he forgot everything. Tired of thinking about other people's feelings.

"Not good, Ma'am, if wrapped. Any Papi Mama would like to walk just to mgebakso. Come on, Mommy."

Imagra. I couldn't bear to see her sister pleading like this. "OKAY. Ma'am take the jacket first." he headed for the closet, opened the part where the jacket is stored. Unfortunately in the closet of clean jackets that there only have Mr. Arif who has not been returned. There was no choice, taking the jacket hoping the owner would not see it.

"Come, Ma'am!"

"Sabaaar." Image out of the room while pulling up the zipper of his jacket. "Come on!" He raised his head and was quite surprised to find Mr. Arif in the living room with his Papi.

"This is Jen's sister, Mas Arif. Let's go for it." Alul approached Mr. Arif, drawing the hand of his sister's teacher.

"Titip kids huh, Mas Arif." Papi said driving them out of the house while Citra who had just realized from her freezing followed in silence.

"Yes, Sir. We go first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Alul kissed her Papi's hand on Citra's follow-up. The girl still speaks a thousand languages. He still guessed the reason Mr. Arif did this. Not that even reprimanding didn't want to? How do you even want to go out now?!

The image follows two men of different generations in silence. Both are cool to tell a story while Citra finally chose to clog her ears with a headset.

"The package fits."

"Where, sir?" The image drew one of his headsets as Mr. Arif slowed his pace to line it up.

"The package fits you." Repeat Mr. Arif did not look at Citra at all.

The image looked at the jacket she was wearing, "This is all that was in the closet. Have Father. You want to take it?" He asked while raising his hand to lower the jacket zipper but was prevented by Mr. Arif.

"Don't get loose. It's cold."

Imagra. Somehow he returned at a moment of feeling awkward to be near Mr. Arif even though in recent days he has been able to be relaxed and even angry at the man beside him. The effect of Mr. Arif's cold attitude this afternoon was quite affecting him.

"Mother not busy? How do you want to be invited by Alul?"

"I took Alul--- and you." Said Mr. Arif. They're almost at their destination, "We need to talk."

"About what, sir?" The image stopped as well as Mr. Arif. There was confusion on Citra's face. Eating meatballs just to talk? What's thisiii?

"Later inside. Kasian Alul is hungry." Mr. Arif said lead the way. Behind him Citra followed while thinking about what this teacher wanted to talk about. What does this have to do with his cold attitude?

"Three bowls of rose meatballs is Bang." Alul the most enthusiastic immediately ordered. The atmosphere in the new stall was quite lively smoothly. Mr. Arif is looking for a seat in the corner so that not many people pass by while they eat. Each table consists of four chairs. Citra sat alone while Mr. Arif sat right in front of him and Alul sat next to Mr. Arif.

"Where, Lul? Comfortable?" Ask Mr. Arif to scramble Alul's hair.

"Comfortable, Mas. Not much smoke." The boy said happily.

"Other times the obvious ngajaknya yes Dek, Adek or Pak Arif who invited, should be explained." Said Citra who felt trapped by these two men. The closeness of Alul and Mr. Arif is very worrying. Today only in the meatball bribe Alul managed to bring him out, lest it would be enough to be packed stickers Alul immediately gave Mr. Arif's blessing to marry him. If it really happens, it is very cheap in the eyes of this mere puppet sister.

"Obviously Mama. Alul who invited but who paid for Mas Arif. Isn't it Mas?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "That's right" he said with a big smile.

Imagery grunting. If the two of them had conspired, what could he do? Haduh, Papi and Mama kok gave birth to this traitor sister for him.

Soon their orders came. Mr. Arif helped put the meatball bowl in front of Citra and Alul. "Be careful, Hot."

Citra and Alul concoct their meatball seasoning while Pak Arif only adds a squeeze of lime and a pinch of salt.

"Dadn't want the sauce and the soy sauce?" Citra put a bottle of sambal and soy sauce in front of Mr. Arif.

"I usually do this when I eat meatballs. Is it good to use sambal and soy sauce?" Ask to see the bowl Image that has changed color.

"Wanna try? Nih! " Spontan held out a spoon containing meatball sauce in front of Mr. Arif's mouth.

Citra was about to lower his hand but Mr. Arif first put the spoon in his mouth through the hand of Citra. "Enak" he said without sin. Citra itself was trembling in her chair. Was that just now? Bribing Mr Arif? Sharing the same spoon, Mr Arif? The face of the image immediately warmed. "Eat, Jen's sister." Tegur Pak Arif's.

The image quickly ate the meat until it almost choked.

"Slowly, Ma'am. Alul didn't ask for it."

ALUUUUUL!!!

Mr. Arif put on a smile seeing the two brothers. Especially looking at the face of Citra which is already like a boiled crab. It is still his favorite thing. They eat in silence. Alul enjoyed eating it greedily, Citra was a little choking because of the panic noticed by Mr. Arif, while Mr. Arif ate quietly without any burden at all.

Before long, Mr. Arif had finished the contents of his bowl as well as Citra. All that was left was Alul who did eat it more slowly.

"Spent yes, Lul."

Alul nodded in response because his mouth was full of meatballs.

"Borrow the headset, Ma'am." Mr. Arif took the Image Headset even before Citra understood the request. Mr. Arif put a headset on his phone and then turned the murotal.

"This horror used to be Lul, I want to talk to your mother." His permission while clogging both ears of Alul who resigned whatever was done by his beloved Mas Mas.

The image that saw it could only bite its spoon. He was made deg degan as well as curious about what will be conveyed by Mr. Arif.

"What do you want to say?" Ask slowly.

Mr. Arif gave a drink to Citra, "Drink first, don't panic so. I just want to talk to you." he said seeing panic on Citra's face.

The image takes the drinking water and drinks it at once.

"It's quieter?" Mr. Arif asked softly.

The image nodded stiffly.

"good. Before I want to ask Mbak Jen, it's about the feeling of Mbak Jen after hearing my like statement."

"What father do you mean?"

"Mb Jen objected to my statement at that time? Jen's mom is disturbed? If Jen objected or was disturbed, I need to apologize." The adult man said straightforwardly.

The image that had yet to face this kind of situation gulped down the hard-earned salivary. Now what does he have to say?

"Bak Jen need not feel embarrassed just because of my status as a teacher. Outside the school we are not students and teachers but mature men and women-" Mr. Arif is a bit hard to say this.

"Adult?" Connect Image

Mr. Arif shook his head, "The teenager is growing up" he said with a small smile.

The image nodded innocently.

"So, just say it. If you like to say like, if you don't like to say don't like." Continue Mr. Arif.

The image did not answer. He even more intensely biting the spoon in his hand.

"His teeth hurt." Mr. Arif snatched the spoon from Citra's hand.

Gelagapan. Mr. Arif who realized that boasted a silent smile. The image looked very adorable in her eyes.

"I like you, Jenna. You like not the same me?" Ask Mr. Arif does not want to convoluted anymore. The image is still.

"Then answer this one. You want me to stop liking you?"

The image immediately shook rapidly.

Mr. Arif raised one eyebrow, "What does that mean to you? You don't want me to stop?"

The image fell silent for a while, then timidly nodded.

Seeing that Mr. Arif smiled broadly, "OK. I conclude that Jen's mom likes me too, right?" ask him patiently.

The image looked up, with a reddened face he nodded, "Yes." Just one short word The image immediately covered his face with both hands.

"Paaaaak, it's dong. I'm ashamed of you." I'm muffled.

In front of him Mr. Arif could not hide his smile.

I got you, little girl.

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