My Favorite You's

Weekly Night

One-star moral like himself is how could he be liked by men spec prospective residents of heaven like this? If for example praying, is it possible that Mr. Arif misguided or his prayers stuck in the roof of the house, yes, his heart should be fixed on one type of female Sholehah whose salary is not as laid out as he is. Even if you want a cute sweet beauty like a Citra Jenaya, it should be a lot of ukhti-ukhti in the study place that is often visited by Mr. Arif. The heart cannot be guessed what it wants. The image shook his head, looking at the owner of the back that was solemn it should be stuck with a hobbyist teenager refuted like himself. Behind Mr. Arif there are two teachers one of them Alul, his brother who is no less magical with his mother.

"The language is good. Not married yet? Must be his taste ukhti-ukhti tuh. But I still want it if the aki guidance."

"Yes, so am I. That handsome. Especially after wudhu, duuuuh the water-water is loh, pen I wipe."

"His face also appears to be the prospective inhabitants of heaven."

Citra glanced at the cynical three people who were waiting like him on the bench provided by the cafe. The intention of Sunday night at home spending his dracin list has been disbanded since Mr. Arif came this afternoon with the noble intention of teaching the material left for him. Citra should have refused but Pak Arif backingan occupied the highest throne in his house, the Papi who financed his life. If so, then Citra can be anything other than manut. And now he must hear the chillies exploit his beloved Master. Duh, can't be allowed to ya.

"Ask IG his yuk!" One of them gave an idea that was approved by his two friends.

The image smiled cynically. He looked at the three young women who seemed to be students. With a little whisper he said, "Grandfathers don't be the same as the fathers."

The three young women turned, "Why?" Ask one of them to feel unacceptable.

"The father is fierce, brother. Peel, wrong a little directly in the sun as a dried fish." Citra began its rescue. Kasian right if Mr. Arif had to meet with dark barbie models like these.

"Where are you from? Not making it?"

"Dih, ngapain. He is my neighbor. I witness his life if the person is ferocious for mercy, likes to rob others of happiness. Really is." Image dramatizes, tries to convince his victims. This is not slander yes because even now an Arif Rahman is robbing his happiness on Sunday night, hiks.

"Then anyway? It's good to do that."

The image fluttered his hand, "Don't judge a book by its cover, Brother. Face can be hello kitty but behavior-beuuuh-" This one is especially. Mr. Arif his face is indeed the types are not able to hurt mosquitoes even once but could punish him around the field in broad daylight, less evil what else try.

"Ck. Go on yuk." The three without a second thought immediately left the place along with Citra who ngakak in its place. It must be so to secure his position as a favorite of Mr. Arif. Modelan Bu Wardah alone can he get rid of let alone just chilli-cabe less caress.

"Mas Arif, this is Mbak Jen bacain verse chair try. Laugh to yourself, Mom. Alul's scared."

Citra stopped her laughter hearing complaints from her younger sister. His face was instantly flat looking at Mr. Arif's thin smile.

"Later to bacain Ar Rahman Mbak." Said Mr. Arif rubbing Alul's head. The image that was shambled immediately approached and with full force immediately stepped on the foot of Mr. Arif.

"Aragh!" Mr. Arif held back his screams. The perpetrator of violence even with a big smile waved his hand leaving him and Alul. That bad boy, huh. Fortunately alas-Pak Arif shook his head, can not be allowed. He was overwhelmed by his own feelings. Impatient. He must act immediately before his feelings lead them both astray.

Meanwhile Citra directly chose a seat in the corner close to the fish pond. The cafe that Mr. Arif chose carries the theme of living room so impressed like a family room where there is a large TV that shows a large meal of course with the aim that visitors are intrigued by his taste and order a lot the food.

"Near TV, Ma'am. Let's watch." Alul protested with his choice of seat.

"No. You don't see a bag full of books? Ma'am will come to study here, let's pinter, not miss the material, so as to be a champion, right sir teacher?" He said deliberately so that Mr. Arif was offended. Too bad not to be offended and take them home, Mr. Arif nodded instead.

"Smart student of this one. Must be a teacher's favorite. Isn't that right, Sister Jen?"

The image glanced cynically, "Dih, his PD."

Mr. Arif who had been afraid of the behavior of his students turned to the guardian of the girl and said softly, "Maknya for Mas Arif only yes, Lul."

The image of gape in disbelief. It could be blood sister, serahim, the housemate is exchanging it with a bicycleaaa sticker... It's unbelievable.

Mr. Arif laughed, "Where is Jen's sister? Alul is about to take it."

"BODOM!!!"

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"So you really understand, right?" Mr. Arif withdrew the work of Citra which was also not completed. This is already the third question and Citra none of them answered correctly.

"Can't think, sir. At night of Sunday my brain is different." He said he hung his chin on a book. He glanced at Alul who was sleeping comfortably on Pak Arif's thigh. Pengen.

"Usually you can. I'm sure again one time yes." Said Mr. Arif softly and of course with high level of patience as usual. The types of angel teachers if they are explaining another if it is the guard teacher mode, the killer is forgiveness. "This is the book." he took the book package Citra and re-repeated the explanation.

TUK!!!

"Aw!" The image rubbed his head that was hit with a fulpen by Mr. Arif.

"Look not to me, but to the book." The man breathed a short breath. Long time can be kilaf also him if the students at any time as adorable.

"Yes, I saw this." Citra Gerrutu. His attention he forced to pay attention to the explanation of Mr. Arif but the longer his gaze rose to the face of the Master, then, locked. O Allah, Thy creation O Tuhaaan.

"HHHHMM!!!"

"Eh, why sir? His throat to the gorilla's stopper?" The image hurriedly took the drinking water and handed it to Mr. Arif, "Drink first."

Mr. Arif did not refuse even though he did not need water at all to release the gorilla in his throat because there was no gorilla there, there was only the sweet face of the student who disturbed in his eyes.

"We'll do enough to learn." Mr. Arif closed the book in a hurry.

"Well why, sir? I want to learn." Citra said pretending to be disappointed when in fact this is his wish HAHAHA.

"It's night. You're sleepy too."

The image shook, "Not yet. My eyes are still fresh, have seen Mr. Arif earlier" he said without sin.

This time Mr. Arif not only saw the image in his eyes but a sea of fire that was ready to devour him at the bottom of hell because of his desire to attract this wayward student in his arms.

Faroogh, Rif.

"Astaghfirullah."

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