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Shower already, lunch already, prayer already, rebound already, now time for status updates. The image took HP on the TV table where Mr. Arif was watching alone. Alul who does not want to waste a blessed Sunday accompanied by family gardener Pak Arif for a walk in the plantation area using a mountain bike. Pak Arif seyogyanya accompany can not go because Citra is lazy to exit the Villa.

"Well, lobet." The image stared at the dimly lit screen of his dark cellphone. "Boyou brought a charger? "

"There was. In the bag." He answered without distracting himself from the glass screen that was displaying his favorite free boxing fight, "Take it yourself." He said when Citra was confused because Mr. Arif did not also stand up to take her.

"It's okay, sir? Not afraid of me taking important things or what?" Tanya Citra. Even though he is just another person, anyone knows he has a disease like to quote people's goods.

Mr. Arif turned his head with a flat face, "You can have it all if you want to" he said lightly and returned to focus on the super-wide flat screen.

"Really, Sir?" Citra asked not really intended to do it but in such a challenge he wanted to prove it.

"Right, if you want me to marry you, all mine will be yours." He said it was still with his light bin annoying mode.

"No, thank you. I want to go to school first." He said he then went to get a charger in Mr. Arif's bag.

Mr. Arif looked back and muttered to himself, "Indeed, since when did the marriage requirement have to drop out of school?!"

In the room room, Citra unpacked her teacher's luggage. Indeed there are no luxury items but there is a fragrance of Mr. Arif in the bag, there is a wallet too.

"Design no yeah? Curious to see the money hehehe." The image peeked out, as it was about to open the purse the angel of goodness whispered in his ear, "Don't be sassy cit, not good, have people." he reminded himself. Finally according to his initial intention, he just took the teacher's charger and returned to the TV room.

Citra sits cross-legged near the plugs, activating her phone to surf on social media that recently started in her wrestling.

"Don't on the floor, cold." Tegur Pak Arif's. But the image that is cool itself does not pay attention.

Mr. Arif then moved from the chair and took the carpet and held it near the foot of Citra, "Stand first, sit on the carpet" he said again.

Without distracting her from the screen, Citra stood up and let Mr. Arif set a comfortable seat for her. "Thank you."

"Either. Don't play HP while in the charger!"

"Report, Sir. I watched it that tonjok-tonjokan. Get out, panaaas. Malees." He said as he leaned his back against the wall.

Mr. Arif sighed. The adult man took his cellphone on the table and handed it to Citra, "Pake's got me."

The image looked up, in front of his face there was his teacher, who was handed over willingly to him, "I watch youtube, sir. Qota pak ntar."

"Buy again, my money is a lot, my mother and father good people will not forbid."

How does that sound like self-promotion, sir?

The image looks confused, frankly he is very interested in taking HP all of you want to check anything in it anyone knows meet dormitory ukhti.

"You or--"

"YOMUUU!!!" The image instantly seized that HP. The opportunity will not come a second time. When else do not impromptu hp teachers, usually the students who are hit by it now replace, "Passwordnya, sir."

"Like you."

"Well, how do you like me, sir? Not open it."

"His password is that, like you."

The image began to be irritated, "Yaudah if not sincere, do not need to give thanks." he put the cellphone on the carpet while He folded his hands with annoyance.

Mr. Arif took a short breath, he approached the student who took a cellphone and squatted in front of him while showing the screen typing your likes and-Open words. "That's it, Sister Jen." he said anxiously mixed.

The image that felt stupid put on a thick face, "Password task tuh clear, sir. Do not make a misunderstanding. "he said take the phone and start scattered.

"Yes, just change the new one." Mr. Arif moved up from near Citra and then returned to his seat.

"What's up, sir?"

"Mbak Jen Mas Arif."

The image looks, there are yes the fathers of stiff face but make ketar ketir like this. Duh, duh, Paaaak, danger, Paaaak. This guy's girl.

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Distracted by the notification sound that did not stop, he took the cellphone belonging to Mr. Arif and then took it. Not only from Pak Arif's phone, the phone in cash was very noisy with the same tone. Curious, Citra took his phone and saw the notification and the number of messages that entered was spam from his friends. The image then opened a message from Abu and how surprised he read a short message accompanied by a screenshot of an instagram feed where there is a photo of him holding a fish with the caption #mancingmania

Abu Rub🤡

Mantuuuul, once Debut directly at HP Pak Arif Darling 🙌🙌🙌

Image shut mouth in shock.

Lysna

We need an explanation. 😤

Saris.

Cit, is this really? 🙀

Aguses.

Wuiiiiih went public. Cool cool cool, Mbak 👏👏👏

And there are many more chat from his friends who are no less shocked with him.

The image of lunglai lying on the carpet with a blank look. As he recalls he uploaded the photo on his own IG but why this-Yeahaaan. He hurriedly woke up and took Mr. Arif's phone, the first thing that was opened was IG and he could only shut his mouth when he saw the account was owned by Mr. Arif. Many comments go in mostly asking who he is who fills the feed of an Arif Rahman. Not to forget Ms. Wardah who also commented on the reason for her existence there.

The image throws away the hp, can no longer read other comments.

"So I was on Mr Arif's account?" He looked at the wall blankly and then looked at his two hands in horror, "MAMAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The shout provoked the rapid pace of two men of different generations approaching him.

"Mom, why's it?" Alul shook his brother's hand, panicking at his chaotic state. "Mom, Jen? Jen's mom isn't possessed, is she? " His eyes even glazed over.

"Did he?" Mr. Arif called the name Citra soft, but unlike Alul, he did not touch the girl at all.

The image stopped screaming, he stared at the two men one by one. His gaze long ended on Mr. Arif.

"What's wrong?" Ask Mr. Arif worried about seeing the face of panic and shock of the student.

"Bacaine prayer, Mas. Jen's mom is going to be okay." Alul shook Mr. Arif's arm. One hand clasped the hand of Image tightly.

"Quiet, Lul. Your mother's okay." Said Mr. Arif to calm the boy SD. He then stood up to fetch some drinking water and handed it to Citra who had not yet opened her mouth. The girl was still staring at him blankly. "Drink first." The image does not refuse. Even spent one glass of drinking water.

"It's quiet?" Ask Mr. Arif.

The image nodded, then the nod turned into a face ready to cry, "Paaaaaaaaak-"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I've made a big mistake, sir-hiks." She finally cried too.

Mr. Arif who could not bear to look at Alul who also followed the glass.

"I'm sorry, Paaaak. My sins are great."

Mr. Arif was not so happy to hear the word I used Citra now changed with my word. Though all day he was happy because the image is no longer formal to him. Unknowingly her favorite student was me you with her. But now----but

"Bak Jen, what's the matter?"

The image shrunk her tears with the back of her hand. Then he took the phone and showed his service to Mr. Arif, "I uploaded a photo on the account of father-HUAAAAAAAAAA"

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