My Favorite You's

Vacation

If this continues it seems that Citra no longer needs to hesitate to realize its desire to migrate to another planet. The loud bang on the door has not stopped since ten minutes ago, who else would have done it if not just his beloved sister, Alul Ekadanta. This is sunday. The day people like him who have to wake up every morning because they have to go to school can spend more time on a mattress rolled in a blanket. But lately it is indeed a calmness far from the reach of his life.

"JENAAAAAA!!!"

The image pulled the pillow and covered his head ignoring Alul's call. One minute, one more minute, he'll be out but not now. The bed is too soft to leave.

"JEEEEEEEN!!!"

"ARGHHHHH!!!" Citra sat down with an annoyed face staring at the door of her room, "Tuhaaaaan, move me for a moment to the bullaaan." whine ngereog on the bed.

"JENAYAAAAAA!!!" The screams have not given up.

"THE JE---"

"WHAT?" The image opens the door upset. In front of him Alul grinned without any guilt. The SD child was neat even though it was too early to do activities on Sunday. "What's wrong? I still want to sleep, sleepy." The image returned to his mattress leaving the door of the room open.

"Bak forgot yes, today we want a vacation to Mas Arif's garden." Alul sat on the bed waiting for his brother's mood to improve.

The image that had again closed his eyes murmured was unclear.

"Come, Ma'am. Mr. Arif is waiting for you." Persuade Alul pull his brother's blanket but in the pull again the owner.

"Lazy, Deck. Next time, the garden won't go anywhere." Say the image with a half-conscious hoarse voice.

Alul pursed his lips. It's neat this time must be off the road.

"Padahat Mas Arif has refused his friend's invitation because of a promise to make our friends. Kasian Mas Arif."

"Whose theme?" As the image of his teacher had no close friends in this city except for office friends and futsal friends as well as climbing and there was Abu who became his spy if there was a schedule for them to get out.

Alul raised his shoulders, "No idea. Teacher Jen's mother too, time doesn't know."

Eye contact Image open. Don't tell me it's Wardah's mom? Wow can't! Mr. Arif can't meet other women out there especially on Sundays.

"If Jen's mom is poor, don't go away. Alul wants to tell Mas Arif to go to his friend's event."

"D-W-NO!" Megat Citra fast, pleasure dong Bu Wardah if Mr. Arif to his place, his PD can be more. "I went to Wait outside, told Mr. Arif that Mbak was ready again." rushed down from the mattress grabbed his towel. Alul until dumbfounded to see the spirit of his brother who was immediately filled to the brim. The boy came out of the room to see Mr. Arif.

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"Can you drive a car?" Citra stands on the road in front of Mr. Arif's house. The man was still transporting the items they needed on the plantation later and put in a car. Although only a day but many things he wanted to do there with Citra and Alul.

"You just found out?" Mr. Arif opened the front door next to the driver's seat giving way for Citra to get in the car. Alul got in the back seat first. The car they were riding in was a jeep that used to be used by criminals in old movies.

"I want to see your father's SIM." The image reached out in front of Mr. Arif's face. The man took the wallet and took out the SIM and gave it to Citra. The young girl was bearded.

"Can we walk now?" Ask Mr. Arif to take back his SIM from the hands of Citra.

Citra nodded, "Don't speed it up, sir. I still want to live long."

Mr. Arif ignored the original speech of his favorite girl. He glanced at the rearview mirror, "Lead the prayer, Lul."

Alul immediately raised his hand leading the prayer, "Bismillahi Majreha walmursaha, Aamin."

"Amen." Said Citra and Mr. Arif together.

"Pake the seatbelt, Sister Jen." Tegur Pak Arif's. Behind him Alul did the same.

"Udah. Come on, walk." His words are ready for a vacation with Mr. Arif.

"Cursed?" Ask Mr. Arif to see my eyes Citra.

The image nodded, "Pengen sleeps but no father of his friend drives." he said with almost closed eyes.

"It's okay, I'm used to driving myself to the location. You didn't bring a jacket?"

"Forgot "Picture leaning his head against the window turned face towards Mr. Arif staring at the shady face in silence.

"Why see me?"

The image snapped and then fixed his seat back to look ahead, "Who was thinking. To the heat."

Mr. Arif put on a thin smile. "Don't look around, Jen, later I will not be concerned with driving" he said making Citra's ears flushed red.

The girl threw her eyes out the window. It never crossed his mind that he would sit on the same car with Mr. Arif, both, towards one place with the purpose of vacation. True Lisna said, the distance between hate and like is only as thin as a scallion, exactly the patience of a super thin Citra Jenaya.

"It's still far, sir?" Image diverts the topic of conversation. He again stole the lyrics of Mr. Arif after winning a little heartbeat.

"About forty minutes." Answer Mr. Arif. "Just sleep." Seeing the image that was attacked by drowsiness, Mr. Arif covered the roadside. He grabbed the jacket that was kept in the back seat beside Alul then enveloped Citra. Not to forget he lowered the seat backrest so Citra could sleep comfortably.

"Thank you, sir." Said Citra tightened Pak Arif's jacket on his body. The fragrance is very soothing, warm as being hugged. "Sir Arif is close to Ms Wardah, right?" ask the image when the car drove back on the highway.

"Near what?"

"Yes dekeet, time doesn't matter." The image replied annoyed. The laziest if Mr. Arif fishing mode like this. At the end of it he again must be the one who ends up expressing feelings to men today.

"Job buddy, Jen's mom." Said kalem.

"But Miss Wardah likes you too."

"Where are you from?"

"Listen to it."

Mr. Arif turned his head, raising one eyebrow, "You're nailing the teacher yourself?"

"Not intentionally. Who told you to talk in a public place." Image of self-defense. "So, right, sir?" after a few minutes, both were silent.

Mr. Arif put his shoulders together, "What I know is the image of Jenaya who likes me" he replied flatly. Beside him Citra pursed a thick lip. Tuh, right. He must be the one who got hit again.

"Tau ah, mr. nyebelin." The sideways image of Mr. Arif.

"Don't worry, until now and God willing until later Mas Arif his Mbak Jen will only like one person."

"Who?" Ask the image without looking.

Instead of answering, Mr. Arif even pulled the rearview mirror and directed at Citra, "Liat himself."

The image turned and immediately saw his own face. His cheeks met immediately.

"Where does Jen fit in with Mas Arif?"

The image that could no longer endure the twitch and warmth on her face immediately curled up in her chair like a fetus trying not to shout like a gorilla.

YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

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