My Favorite You's

In the law again

Citra looked at the lesson schedule that was attached to her bedroom. CHEMICALLY. Duh, if you can sublimate, Citra feels like he wants to sublimate it so that tomorrow he just needs to be a gas no need to face Mr. Arif who must have prepared another list of prospective errors.

Tok to tok.

"Mbak Jen, called Papi."

The image disconnects his view from the roster's learning that on the part of the chemistry deliberately in the skull picture let him always prepare himself on that day. He came out of the room following his younger brother who was knocking at the door.

"Bapi where? "

Alul Ekadanta, Citra's younger brother pointed towards the sewing room where his Papi used to channel his hobby.

"Terooos. PR has been stolen? " Ask the younger brother who returned cool to play the game. Tumben-tumbenan want to be asked, of course there is a bribe or some kind of bribe that has been promised by Papi.

"Already dong, assisted by Mr. Arif." Arrogant answer. The image snorted, leaving behind his songbirds sister.

One more thing, besides the traitorous companions like Lisna, the Companions of Kampret like Abu, there is another type of toxic relationship that is lived by the image that is the relationship of Brother Sister who is more similar to the relationship of Malaysia and Indonesia, if not taunting each other yes fighting over anything. The worst of his sister can be categorized by the enemy in the blanket because even though he is bound by blood that is very thick with Citra but if it has business with Mr. Arif, if it is his business with him, so his uncle will stand in the vanguard to help the teacher and his neighbor to fight him. The reason is because Mr. Arif has brought him out of the dark world in a bright direction, from which he knows only alif ba ta now can show off to teach the Quran in front of their parents. Even to dare to correct the reading of the image. Extraordinary.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Papi." The image came to his Papi who was finishing on his new gray skirt.

"Waalaikumsalam, try to measure the skirt, Nduk." Papi handed over a skirt that had been for three days at his job every time he came home from the office.

The image takes the skirt and measures it according to the request of the Papi.

"Well, long skirt, Pi?"

Papi nods while twisting his son's body making sure it doesn't lengthen or tighten. "Said Mr. Arif all long so as not complicated change if you want to pay at school."

The image twists the eyeball, exhaling a long breath. Mr. Arif againii-hadeh.

"Rubet, Pi. Jena will take the road." His protest, not like the idea of Mr. Arif who had contaminated his Papi to ally with him.

"Makanya learned a graceful path, Nduk. Don't think people want brawls. " The Papi was satisfied to see the results of his work, "Don't forget to say the same Mr. Arif."

"Say what? " Tanya Citra beware.

"Say thanks. The fabric's good."

"I mean, Papi? " Circle of the neck Citra begins to tighten. Please yes, this is not bad if the suspicion is true.

"This skirt fabric is from Mr. Arif. The cloth that Papi bought was not enough because his intention was to make it along the knee." Obviously Papi made Citra's eyeballs turn perfectly.

Naw

"Ya aampuuun Papiiiih" Citra sat on an empty chair limply, so the count of Mr. Arif dong who bought her a skirt, dih no redhoooo. "Lagian Papi, why did he beat Mr Arif? Kan Jena said that it's as knee-deep as Papiiiii." Elaaaah. The image no longer knows the level of frustration now has reached where because his desire is to hit the head of Mr. Arif using his Papi sewing machine. That guyuuu, Abaghfirullah.

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"Take the storm!" The image grumbled in annoyance.His steps became difficult due to the long skirt she was wearing. Blame Mr. Arif who has contributed this false idea to his Papi. The image lifted her skirt up high no matter the gazes of those looking with a frowning look.

"Woe! Gus!" His appeal to Agus one of his classmates who joined the Anti Pak Arif club.

"Loh, you, Cit? Pangling me, Ma'am." Agus was amazed to see the new appearance of Citra without her short skirt. "Inshya?" The mocking question made Citra a few inches.

"Nyebelins. Don't come!" Ujar Citra spelled out the steps of Agus who swallowed.

"Where to pick up the directions, ma'am? Great."

"Seriously. Why did you change style like this? Don't tell me you've started giving up on Mr. Arif's cult." Agus asked while holding back laughter waiting for Citra's nod.

"One of them."

Agus suddenly hit Citra's back, "Overwhelming. I have been waiting for a long time for who gave up first, you are my friend."

The image of the grunt brushed off Agus' hand that was hanging on his shoulder, "Lo's arm is heavy." His touch.

Agus mangosteen, "I admire you, Cit. I am very excited about Mr. Arif. It's good to be his wife."

"THE SICKNESS OF GOD. DON'T GET BY, NOT SAMPEEE." The image of tapping on Agus's backpack while saying preventive spells, amit amit amit amit amit.

The two students kept joking along the way unaware of what calamity was waiting for them in class in the form of Chemistry Lessons.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Sapa Citra and Agus. Both of them stood in front of the classroom door letting Mr. Arif put his bag first on the table.

"You're late? "

Citra and Agus glanced at each other. It should not be too late if only five steps behind Mr Arif dong huh?! BUT THIS IS MR. ARIF. THE GREATEST TEACHER OF THE UNIVERSE!

"We ha--"

"Squat jump twenty times." Mr. Arif cut Agus's speech. The two students were at a loss for words.

Basic Master Teacher Dajjal drop!!!

The image of drinking is not relaxed. His feet seemed to be getting pulled out of his hinges. Mr. Arif's punishment is beyond his tolerance.

"Cannot. I can't accept something like this. Yes, yes, Astaghfirullah really wants-Hih!" The image of throwing an empty bottle of mineral water right in the barrel in annoyance. Beside him Agus is no less sad. The difference with Citra, the one guy was not even able to breathe normally while Citra, he could nag very eloquently after squat jump twenty times.

"Try to calm down. I'm more claustrophobic see you're nagging mulu." Hold Agus. He dropped himself in an empty canteen because he was studying. They should also go straight to class after serving the sentence but Citra did not want to. He dragged Lisna's bucin to the cafeteria. It's up to Mr. Arif to get angry while coprol also he doesn't care.

"That person has a life problem what the hell? I think there is a vengeance on my own. Try to help you remember, Gus. I thought I had made a fatal mistake was that father? "

Agus shook his head, "I don't know. Every one of you seems to be cursed Mr. Arif continues."

The image settled as his friend but after thinking about it there is a point as well. Yesterday Si Abu and now Agus. Both of them got shit because of him.

"I pray first maybe yes. It seems that Mr. Arif was covered with belek until the whole face so he did not see a speck of good that I did. My feelings were wrong in front of him."

Agus raised his shoulders, "You're good at work. His kind of entertainment in the middle of his lonely life."

"Bad my kali." Sewot.

"Can aja. You are a pend-AWW bullet! "

"Next by the way, I slap the bench." Threatening the new Citra landing a tremor in Agus' head. What the hell are these friends.

The image threw itself on the bench and dropped its head banging against the wall.

"Wait for my revenge, Mr. Arif-Setan-Rahman-Nyebelin."

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