My Favorite You's
Boodle
Nature will never wait for you to be ready. Have you ever heard such a phrase? If he was, Citra should have been told a long time ago so that when it came he would not have to sigh long like this.
"Do you know the rules of this school? Can't get out the fence during school hours."
Citra, Abu, and Agus lowered their heads. They caught Mr. Arif jumping over the back fence of the school to eat ice cream that often nankring in front of the school. The image has not even touched at all its ice cream was caught first.
"Tau, Sir. Sorry." Agus answered to be a spokesman for the small group.
"You even climbed the fence with a skirt like this Citra Jenaya?" This time Mr. Arif was fully focused on Citra. His attitude was more because of the worry of bad things happening to Citra.
The image bit her lower lip while trying to hide the back of her torn skirt related to the nail.
"Now go to the field, run five rounds. After that to BK's room." Lord Arif Rahman left the three teenagers in silence.
"Crazy yes, Mr. Arif possessed demit where to not get tired of punishing students." Abu rubbed his face inexhaustibly. They do not even intend to skip it at all but the effect has destroyed the good name of this school. "Sir Arif looks like a GPS pin on your body, Cit. Wherever you go, you know."
Imagery grimacing. Not tired of waiting bored in the library now even get a new punishment. It is fitting that he was appointed Special Punishment Ambassador of Pak Arif line. "No idea. This feeling this morning before leaving I pray first please the salvation of the hereafter."
"Mistake the intention of the time." Typal Agus chuckled. This one man is indeed 11 12 with him, full of punishment. So accustomed to it even become a daily routine.
"Yes Sih. I hope I don't see him."
"That's right. Next time set the intention before you start praying." Sambar Abu confirmed Agus's allegations.
The image snorted, he stared at the ice in his hand. Her favorite taro flavor is melted. Too bad.
The three then went to the middle of the field to start the punishment from Mr. Arif.
"Going home from school Mr. Arif must be in return, Cit." Abu said while pointing at Mr. Arif with gesture informing Citra. Their teacher's father was talking to a BK teacher, watching the brand from afar.
"What is Mr Arif wrong?" Ask Citra confused. "Don't it already the rules of kek gini?"
"You will be his favorite. Beloved time in the law, hot anyway. Use your power to demand justice." Agus who replied, deliberately wanted to tell the world that Citra was detected to be the favorite of Mr. Arif.
"No courage. Mr. Arif is fierce." The image shuddered in fear.
"Canaaa. You're pretty broke down to talk to him. Surely dizzy, the teacher." Said Abu follow.
Agus shook his head in despair, "It's hard, Mom. This is a bucin boy. On the ice cream bar, the taro flavor is also directly clamps in front of Mr. Arif."
"NO! MULU KAYAK DAJJAL." Omel Citra does not accept the accusations of his friends. Since when did he try to be that cheap, EXPENSIVE GIRL BOSS!!!
Abu and Agus sneered. Free as well, Si Mbak mbak this one knows that the bucin virus has fused with his blood. Lying to yourself is easy but not with the eyes of men.
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"Ma, isn't there massage oil?" The image of going home immediately approached Mama who was preparing lunch in the kitchen.
"Loh, you fell, Ma'am? " Task the worried Mama, approaching the Princess.
The image shook his head, "On the law around the field earlier."
"Catch the right fit to buy ice cream outside the fence." I feel guilty.
"Oh my goodness, Ma'am. I can wait to come home and get ice cream."
"Great desire, Ma. That's why I'm out."
Mama Citra clucked, "difficult to have a girl behavior lanang. Yes already, Ma'am to the room later Mama susulin. Take a warm bath." she told the princess.
Citra nodded, greeting her mother, "To the room first, Ma."
"Yes. Ckckck, Jen's mom, Jen's mom." Mama nodded while taking a deep breath.
Citra did not know how long he slept after being ordered by his mother who was sure when opening the curtains in his room was closed. He got up to pray Maghrib and went to sleep again. He woke up because of the pain in his stomach. His hambang thrashed asking for rations and he quietly slept.
Image out of the room to the kitchen to fill the hull. The clock has shown ten o'clock at night. Mama, Papi and Alul must have fallen asleep. Citra opened the hood of food and found the branches that had been separated containing side dishes, a note from Mama stuck there.
Heat before eating.
Note: From Pak Arif to Mbak Jen 😁
"Dih, mama what the hell is using emot everything." The image scratched his unitchy cheek. Unknowingly a smile was etched on his face. "You want to bribe the story?" He took the first bushel containing fried sambal which Citra guessed must have been made by his mother Pak Arif considering this is not the first time they got this menu. Next stir-fried cabbage mixed with sausage and young corn, the fragrance filled his senses. "It must be good." And lastly there are a few pieces of soy sauce fried chicken, "Well, at the house of Mr. Arif there is a celebration of what? Complete gini menu." he continues to monologue while heating the cabbage while the chicken and fried sambal will be eaten directly.
While waiting for the stir fry, Citra opened the refrigerator and her eyes immediately sparkled to see four boxes of taro-flavored ice cream, then there were several types of cakes that also taste taro arranged beside the ice cream box. The image immediately takes the top one box, there is a note attached.
Don't hurt.
The ice cream was shared with Alul.
There is no writing from who the ice cream is but seeing from the neat writing, Citra knows exactly whose hand graffiti it is.
"It turns out to be really bribery." His gum held a smile. As a party that is not easy to bribe, he will not waste all this. Think of it as replacing the ice cream that melted this afternoon.
"You want to bribe wherever I'm going to stay, sir. Wait for tomorrow." He said he enjoyed the ice cream. It does not know yourself but yes who asked to bring ice cream, the important thing is not to ask.
Citra took his phone and typed a message for Mr. Arif.
^^^Lord Arif👺^
^^^Bpk klau to strike don't to sy, sir. I am a man of high integrity. ^^^
^^^Citra placed its phone after sending the message. Before long all the reply messages came in. ^^^
Lord Arif 👺
Do not forget to wash your hands.
Imagery manyun. "Capek-chip the reply just asked to wash his hands. Fuck the gaffers."
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