My Favorite You's

Dear Mr. Arif

"Have the fish, Lul?" Mr. Arif came to Citra and Alul who were fishing in an artificial lake in the middle of the fruit orchard belonging to the family of Pak Arif. Kebuuan area of three hectares is a paradise for lovers of beautiful natural atmosphere. Citra and Alul did not even know the heat and tired while walking around every corner of the garden, picking lots of fruit and now mojok in the artificial lake favorite place of Mr. Arif's father.

"Can, Mas. Three. Jen's mom hasn't gotten it yet. That's why the fish is afraid to come closer."

Mr. Arif took a seat to the left of Alul so that his position now Alul sat in the middle between himself and Citra. He glanced at the girl who looked serious waiting for her hook to move.

"Well blind people don't see the hook eyes of this bus." Said Citra sebal. Almost two hours of sitting there is also no fish that is tempted to lay down their lives in the eyes of the hook even though he has been kind enough to take the largest worm as bait and hook eyes that are no less large. Yes natural fish no one approached, death in plain sight so that no sense still there is an instinct to survive from the enemy.

"Patience, Ma'am. One of the wisdom of fishing is to practice patience." Mr. Arif crossed his legs facing the two neighbors' children.

"Don't ask about my patience, sir. Less patient let alone try to make up the mood of the father who messed up at school." Reply Citra without bothering to look at the teacher.

"That's because Mbak's a bad boy, isn't it, Mas?" Timpal Alul, "YEEEEE CAN AGAINIII!!!" the boy exclaimed furiously at the sight of his hook again swallowing the victim.

The image looked at the fish with envy. His lips pursed, his hook eyes not even swallow the victim, just close it seems not. The fish conspired not to approach the hook. He turned to Mr. Arif who happened to also look at him with an amused look. "Sir Ariiiif, bantuiiii." His whine put on a hardened face. She no longer cares about her image as a baddas girl anti whining club now she just wants her hook eye can fish no matter the whale though.

Mr. Arif who could not bear to move from his seat and approached Citra, "You helped how did Jen? Hold her fishing line or call her fish?" he said softly as usual.Disamping them Alul so indifferent because of the pleasure with his activities.

"You want fish too." Citra said to hand over the hook to Mr. Arif.

Mr. Arif laughed, "That's my name that's not you." The ferocious auras are indeed increasingly fading in the eyes of Citra. What is now Mr. Arif who likes the image of Jenaya is not Mr. Arif his chemical teacher who likes to punish him.

"No matter what, I also want a big fish." He said it was still in whining mode.

"If I manage to get a fish, Jen Ma'am, what would you like to watch?"

The image pursed his lips, "Says you like, how thank you?! Yaudah, don't do it." He was about to take back his fishing rod from the hands of Mr. Arif but the man was quick to keep him away from his run.

"Yes, yes."

The image grinned widely, "Thank you Mr. Guruuu."

"So you want it to be so sweet to say." Mr. Arif shook his head unable, smiling little at the behavior of the student.

Mr. Arif had to hold back patiently every time Citra shouted as the hook moved. Her ears were about to explode as the student was screaming right at her ear with volume as if tomorrow no longer needed her vocal cords.

"Sir, that's sir, motion. Mr. Arif, pull sir, it's-Aaaah Tuh kaaan, get off."

"JEN, DON'T BE NOISY! That's the fish so run away. Aaah elaah, fishing with women makes it complicated." Alul put his fishing rod upset.

Image memelet, "Apaan anyway, Mr. Arif just did not comment. The little boy diem." The long-haired girl refocused on her hook held by Mr. Arif, while Alul, the boy had to thicken his patience because he expected Mr. Arif to reprimand his Mbaknya was also free, the teacher got pellets.

"It's again, it's again, Paaak... That, Sir. YEEEEEEEE DAPEEET!!!" The image of prancing around the pleasure of seeing her hook eyes finally managed to get a fish. "Waaaaah the fish is besaaar."

Mr. Arif smiled a little, "Baby Jen, happy?"

The image nodded quickly, "Happy bangaaat."

"That's what's important."

"Short of a second, I want a photo of the fish. Mr. Arif please take photos of dong." He handed his cellphone to Mr. Arif and held the fish that had just been obtained by Mr. Arif. "Are you pretty yet, sir?" fix his hair.

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"Mother can cook?" The image approached Mr. Arif who was concocting seasonings for the fish they got in the lake.

"could. Jen's mom want to help?" The boy glanced at the schoolgirl with his tail. The image looks sweet with hair on the braid ala Elsa frozen, "Funny braids."

"Yes, right?" The image rubbed his braided hair proudly.

"It's even funnier if you wear a veil, it must be more in love with God" said Mr. Arif slip hidden messages on his favorite girl.

"So now God doesn't love?" Sissy asked.

Mr. Arif finally turned his head completely, "Honey. Allah loves Jen very much, as do all beings. To repay our God as his good servant we follow His commandment because there must be good there."

The image let out a short sigh, "But I'm not ready yet, sir. Still like his hair made funny like this." Then raised his head to look at his teacher seriously and determinedly, "But I love God. I was so excited to pray."

Mr. Arif smiled softly, "God willing, may Istiqomah yes Jen Ma'am. Slowly learn it, it's okay."

The image nodded, "Do'ain yes sir."

"always. Your name is never absent in my prayers."

The girl smiled happily, "Yaudah, here I help you. What do I have to do?" Said excited.

"The pot, will you?" Mr. Arif handed over the prepared spices on top of the ulekan and pushed it to Citra.

"Can dong, sir. I'm good at cooking, sir, often help mama in the kitchen."

"Oh yeah? Nice."

"Yes, said the mother must be agile in the kitchen so that later if the family husband does not run away."

"When is Jen ready for marriage?"

The image fell silent for a moment, tapping his chin as if thinking hard. Then he replied, "Still a long time. I want to go to college, get a job, happyin Mama, Papi and Alul, get married first."

Mr. Arif mangosteen, "Good, filial son." a smile and a sigh slowly escaped from his lips.

"But if I meet a handsome man, a lot of money, his parents are good with me and family, continue super duper good, I want to get married spit."

"Why?"

The image returns the ulek as a seasoning that has been smooth on Mr. Arif, "Yes because I must be made queen, sir. Must be anything aborted. Isn't that right, sir?"

Mr. Arif nodded, he washed his hands that had just finished cleaning the fish, "Yes, for sure. So, when can my parents and I go to Jen's house?"

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