My Favorite You's

The most failed

The image does not matter if you have to be in the law of turning from class to office. It was common for him to serve the punishment of Mr. Arif for reasons that are not clear though. But now he feels Mr. Arif has been very outrageous. How could he not be allowed to enter the class just because he did not bring the LKS Chemistry book which he could have copied in his book through his LKS book if there was a task that must be in work there. Not wanting to be more upset because seeing the face of Mr. Arif who returned annoying as before he finally decided to go to the library. The atmosphere in the library was very calm when the lesson hours went on like this.

"Partner right?"

The image that was writing his name in the visitor book looked up. Wardah's mom in charge of the library smiled at him.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Kok outside? There should be a class." Said Mrs Wardah softly. It is typical of super soft women dream of men and in-laws. It fits Mr. Arif-EHHH NO YES!!!

The image smiled wryly, "Can't go in, Mom. Forgot to bring LKS." he said honestly.

Miss Wardah oh, "What lesson?"

"Chemical."

"Sir Arif dong?"

Imagra. Either evil demons from where the blowing-nough head of Citra that surely he does not like to see the smile Sumringah Bu Wardah when mentioning the name of Mr. Arif.

"Well, next time don't forget. Mr. Arif is usually good, which means you're wrong." Said Ms. Wardah who sounded like she was blaming Citra.

Citra nodded, "Yes, Mom." she replied softly, "I went inside first, Mom." she continued, not long with Ms. Wardah.

"Oh yes. Don't mess with the books." Bu Wardah's message that was responded to by Citra.

I'M GONNA MAKE A TORNADO BREEZE, MOM! His words in the heart. Gedek also long.

The image of choosing the back seat among the shelves of books that are most rarely visited is the shelves of sports books.

The image of taking the thickest book to be a pillow because even though he is a hobby of reading but for now he only comes to sleep as well as calm his heart.

Just about to close his eyes, the sound of someone just entering greeted Wardah Bu teasing him. At first Citra did not want to care because whatever Ms. Wardah was talking about was not her business but when one name was mentioned, her ears were immediately active.

"Sir Arif you invite later, right?" Said the voice of the woman who Citra knew belonged to Bu Wahyuni the tenth grade math teacher.

"Congratulations, Yun. Mr. Arif seems not a hobby of the road so deh. "

"This is why I invite all teachers. That way it is impossible for Mr. Arif to refuse. All to be known to your parents."

"Hush! Don't talk carelessly. Anyway Me and Mr. Arif have no special relationship anyway." Ms. Wardah's voice sounded unconvinced.

"Ck, so make it special. This time I also have to teach. Aren't you two often together these days?" Bu Wahyuni's pumping. The image is now no longer sitting on the bench but stepping slowly closer to the sound to hear more clearly because the sound of two people shrinking like whispers. Maybe Ms. Wardah warned Ms. Yuni about being here.

"Not good, Yun. Mr. Arif is indeed a friendly person, complicated if only I baper. He's friendly to everyone." Said Mrs Wardah not excited.

"Ck, could. You can definitely pepetin. Benefit from the hospitality, Long-long also baper same you."

DI. Imagra.

"Then anyway? But it looks like he's not with anyone. IG is also empty."

"Well that. Maybe Mr. Arif is not the type of men in general, but a set of sets directly legitimate. Mr. Arif is a potential man knows. Your father and mother must have given more blessing than the light-handed ex."

"Yes, but---"

"Ck, that. Just invite Mr. Arif and know your ort. Sure enough, just a little you take the heart of Mr. Arif, he must immediately come bring his ort to your house to sleep."

A HALUUU!!! Scrap image behind the wall. His ears were already very hot to hear the chatter of the two odd young teachers. It could be that Mr. Arif wants to be misled.

"Right now feeds the ig you live in, the heart of Mr. Arif you will live in. So the spirit of Beb. You guys fit in."

"That's yeah. I hope so." Ms. Wardah laughed crisply with Ms. Wahyuni.

Blood immediately rose to see what was on Pak Arif's instagram. Just one photo but very successful make a high blood image. Inside is a photo of them climbing where in it Bu Wardah is seen sitting next to Mr. Arif enjoying the sunrise. Not just the two of them, but the gazes and face of the sumringah both really pissed off half to death.

Look out, sir.

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Finally the first lesson is over. The image came out of the library and acted as if he had not heard anything from the two teachers who were still cool also told him only now had changed the topic because the Library began to be crowded by students who wanted to read or just sleeping.

The first place that Citra is aiming for is its class. He wanted to meet his friends and ask what he had learned. When he entered the class he was immediately greeted with excitement. Lisna and Sari looked very happy as well as the few students who had swarmed them.

"What's this about? Rame is like a market." Image breaks that crowd.

Lisna and Sari immediately ran to embrace her, "Our school is passing to the next stage, Cit. Mr. Arif is really cool." Praise Lisna. Beside him, Sari also mentioned the prowess of Pak Arif in his field because it had brought the Chemistry team through to the provincial level.

"Have a good time." Say a sincere image from his heart despite the envy that alighted.

"Yes, you are also great, even though you did not qualify but in the second rank it is already amazing. Before-before where anyone got to the runner up. Twenty grand didn't go in." Sari said encouragingly. But it's useless, for Citra to fail yes failed. There is no such thing as failure.

The image is smiling thinly. Call him human envy but indeed in his little heart he wants to prove himself also capable even though not supported by anyone. It's a shame the universe doesn't approve of it.

Rather than in class and his heart getting rotten, Citra decided to go out looking for calm. He walked down the hallway of the class without knowing where the destination was, his smile immediately expanded when he saw Abu and Agus with his futsal team resting on the field.

"Where are you going?" Sapa Agus from far away.

"No idea."

"But, labile." Agus stood up, saying goodbye to his friends and approached Citra.

"Cieeee failed." God is full of smiles.

Direct image of manyun. Having a satanic friend is this effect, instead of caring, being entertained or comforted.

"Not to be a friend. Entertain the cake, what cake, it's even on ledekin." Omel Citra folded an annoyed hand.

"Oh, that's what doang is." Agus patted his shoulder, "You want ice? Let your heart be adem. It must be hot in class, right?" Said offering.

"On the treaty, right?"

"Yes, I'll ask for Mr. Arif instead." Agus Cengenges saw the folded face of Citra. "Do you? If I don't play--"

"CK.MAYES!" The image moved from that place followed by Agus. Their destination was an ice cart that was outside the fence.

"WOE! WAITIN!" Ash ran after them. The three teenagers were walking around jokingly, let alone the ingredients if not the failure of the image.

From afar, Mr. Arif saw the three. A faint smile fell on his face.

"Liatin what, sir?"

"Oh-that, it's nothing. Sorry, what did you say?" His attention was turned to Bu Wardah who was standing next to him.

"Mothers can come to our house's Thanksgiving?"

Mr. Arif was silent for a moment and replied, "God willing I try to come if I can get permission."

Wardah who heard him smiled happily. Not only because Mr. Arif tried to come but knowing that adult men like Mr. Arif still prioritize the permission of his parents makes him more convinced that this man is the answer to his prayers.

Ms. Wardah does not know that besides her parents, Mr. Arif now has one more person that she must get permission if she wants to go anywhere, and this one is clearly more difficult to get permission.

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