My Favorite You's

Teacher and Schoolgirl Scandal

The image does not know how to enjoy all this chaos. Blame him who trapped the world medsos. He should not have to send photos on his teacher's phone. He should be more patient waiting for his cellphone power to be filled and doing his social activities on his own phone. He should have been able to refrain from compartmentalizing his teacher just because he found a photo of Mr. Arif's familiarity with his colleagues including Ms. Wardah. This was all because He was too jealous-AHA JEALOUS! Pitraaa tired of regretting many things, which is true said people, regret that came later if the name of the registration, huhuhuuuu welcome to the trouble Mbak Jenaya.

"Don't think too much."

The image turned to the side where the teacher was driving, "It's a big deal, sir. What do people say try" he said. Wanted to be angry but did it yourself. Should he slam himself on the asphalt?! SHOULD???

"Leave it." Pak Arif and his calmness sometimes add to the emotions of the soul of a Citra Jenaya whose patience is only setitpis tissue in for two.

"Can't be a father. You don't understand, the kids are like leaking pads, sir, gushing everywhere."

Mr. Arif held his breath for a moment and then exhaled. Is there no more gracious parable in the ear? "Have it hidden. Long time also forget." he still lightly make Citra senewen itself. It is difficult if the one who is talking like Mr. Arif. Even when he was worked all out by Citra even though he never found out who did it. Or did he know he was just pretending? If true, waaaah great humiliation will be reckless as a Citra anyway this.

"You ah, you don't understand." He said he threw a look out the window. In the back seat Alul fell asleep because he was tired of worrying about the brother who apparently according to the boy LEBAY.

"You just sleep so you don't think. I'll take care of everything." Mr. Arif is still trying to calm him down.

"How'd it go?" Ask Citra with a distant look around the scenery they went through. Mr. Arif did not reply, he just looked at the girl next to him with an illegible look.

The journey from the plantation to their home was quite. Citra, Mr. Arif and Alul until the time of adzan maghrib reverberated.

Mr. Arif helped Citra and Alul get their things out of the car.

"Bath and pray." He told his two neighbors children.

"OK, Mum. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah." Mr. Arif rubbed Alul's hair as the boy kissed the back of his hand. "Everything will be fine" he continued on Citra, wanting to wipe the girl's hair but for now can not because it is not legal legally and religiously.

"Sir promised ya." The image looked at Mr. Arif expectantly.

"God willing. Login." Mr. Arif said softly even though for now he still does not know what to do. It's not about him but about this girl in front of him. For an adult it seems easy to admit everything but not for Citra who still has to live her days as another normal student.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah." Mr. Arif looked at that little back. His head was now filled with a single reality, all the easier it would be if they were not students and teachers. Should he speed things up?

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The image opened its eyes lazily. This morning I wish I had never come. How should he face his friends? How should he answer people's questions? And teachers too. Should he change schools? But that's called running away. And only a coward does that.

A message came in on his phone. He read the contact yesterday in exchange for a new one.

Masnya Alul 👻

Get ready for school.

A short message reminded him that he had no way of escape other than to break through his. Citra decided not to reply to the message. The first step he must do is take ablution then pray and pray that people in his school forget the memory or he is awarded the power to disappear so that it is easy to avoid if it is not able to face the questions.

Setting foot in the schoolyard this morning felt like a visit on the porch of hell for Citra. Wanting to turn around and disappear behind a tree but from a distance the two creatures who mendasbih themselves as true friends were already waving exactly nyiur on the beach fishing almost all the inhabitants of the school who just arrived like that too. Forced even though he was dragging a train, he finally stepped foot towards the judgment pillar.

"PJ there's dong." Said Agus put his hand on Abu's shoulder. Both of them like compact add to the list of reasons for his bad day.

"Can you shut up?!" Greget Citra passed both of them non-relaxed.

"Weshhhh casual dong Bu Arif."

"DIEM? DIEM!" The image turned quickly, smothering Abu's mouth with his hand, "I want to hekter?" Threatening him that even makes Agus laugh. It was indeed her retreat of another level two of these people.

Ash took off Citra's stock, "Can't" he said. The image of stomping the legs irritated then with full force kicking the shin of the two friends who suddenly made the two complain sound throughout the classroom hallway.

"RASAINE!" The image left the two with satisfied steps. Early in the morning, just look for things.

When I entered the class, all the gazes were on him.

"Citraaaaaaaa" Two, three, or four of his classmates, came rushing around his desk.

"Can't it be the same Mr Arif?"

"Where can I be like Mr Arif?"

"Oh, is that really?"

"Mauuu"

The image covered his head with a bag. Anyone please save me.

"Eeeeeeh, what's early in the morning? Move aside!!!"

Finally the help came. Lisna and Sari split the crowd, driving away the kepo-humans.

The image lifted its head, "Thank you, my auxiliary angels" he said in relief.

Sari and Lisna glanced at each other.

"So Mr. Arif, isn't Mr. Alfian?" Ask Lisna to the point.

"Couldn't you? Dong story. This is Mr. Arif loh who had got rumors as an orange eating the holy orange of his life from the lunge of the women." Sari added no less curious.

The image stared at the both of them lazily. It turns out that this name came out of the lion's mouth nyemplung into the crocodile's mouth. Apart from Abu, Agus, and his classmates, even Lisna and Sari, who certainly owned it beyond all.

"Can we learn first?" Ask both of his friends. Early in the morning discussing Mr. Arif was like inviting a riot.

"Yes promise? Otherwise, it's Mr. Arif we're asking." Lisna pointed her little finger.

The image nodded, "Yes, promise." He said with full force. Nothing at least this morning he can follow the lesson peacefully.

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