My Favorite You's
Mr. Arif is a bitch
After school Citra directly called Mr. Arif. He had to deliver a message from the TU guard before he forgot. Without taking off his uniform he immediately took out the HP in his bag.
...Masnya Alul👻's...
...Rang...
Shortly after the call was finally called.
"Assalamu'alaikum, sir, it's me, Citra." Sapa Citra in a hurry.
"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah, yes, tau. What was? You're home yet?" Ask Mr. Arif over there.
"This is new nyampe. How come you get home quickly? Wanted by Mr. TU earlier." Citra said while sitting in her study chair.
"Why lookin?"
"The picket schedule is over, sir. I told you to look at the new schedule." He answered while tidying up his thin straight hair.
"Yes, I'll see. You're a messiah, don't forget to pray and eat." Mr. Arif sounded busy across the street. There was a simple honking sound.
"Boy haven't got home yet?" Ask Citra search.
"Not yet."
"Bapa where? Why don't you go say it?" Image start bete. Tumben-tumbenan Pak Arif left him, if he was kidnapped ojek how? Well, even though Mr. Bambang obviously will not do it anyway but still itaaa-----
Mr. Arif chuckled, "On the road. So marry me so I can report on."
The image twists the eyeball, "Make it continue the father of mind. I just graduated school yet" he said.
"Examination in four months. Graduated High School we got married." The request sounded serious but the image that was in fashion sucks just rolled her eyeballs.
"Mother isn't ashamed to have a wife just a high school graduate? Others up to S3, at least S1." Citra said, whether he had started to go crazy or contracted Mr. Arif which surely now he had started to consider the possibility.
"I want to make you a wife, not an employee." Answer Mr. Arif flat.
"Izin did Papi try?!"
"Seriously?"
The image to the astonishment heard the enthusiastic voice of Mr. Arif.
"If Papi gets permission, maybe I'll consider it. Uh but-but, sir-" The image remembered the strange call pinned on her. His Image of Power Mr Arif, does not his heart tremble to hear that? And the strangest that pinned it is the father of TU who should not know their relationship.
"What, Sister Jen?" Ask Mr. Arif kalem.
"So his father called him Citra Jenaya Pak Arif, strange warm."
"What weird? it's Mr. Arif's Image of Power." Said Mr. Arif over there.
Citra meet, the father-father of the baper, "Iih father does not understand! I mean, how does he know about us?" Pretending to sulk has always been his ninja path.
"We are?" Mr. Arif muttered, then cleared his throat.
Imagra. We are, aren't we? WE WERE? Yes Ampuuuun now Mr Arif and himself have become US? IIIIIIIH KOK CUTEUUU. The image of closing his mouth restrained the smile. Do not let him be thought to be crazy just because he often smiles alone.
"Paaaac?" There is no lawfulness. Image glanced at his phone, still connected, "Bapaaaaaaak."
"Yes, it's still here, Ms. Jenaya." Sahut Mr. Arif.
"Do you mind being called like that?" Ask Mr. Arif.
The image muttered indistinctly then, "Nggggg--No, no." she said shyly.
"Mbak Jen's been bullied by friends at school?" Ask Mr. Arif again.
Strangely no. Just Dance who confronted him directly the rest just pay attention to him from afar and secretly see or sneer at him even most of his friends come to him to just kepo this photo problem. Not a few also teased him with Mr. Arif.
"There is no sir." The answer.
"Alhamdulillah. No problem, right?!" Mr. Arif paused his speech for talking to someone in the open. "Now istrahat, close the phone. Assalamu'alaikum."
The image frowns but still suppresses the red icon, "Waalaikumsalam." He stared at the screen hpnya who had gone back dark, "I would still want to hear the voice of Mr. Arif." he said a short sigh.
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The exam is getting closer, preparations are being made by every student including Citra. The girl rarely went out of the room because she spent time practicing exercises. The mother who is most worried about her health will often check into the room to bring snacks for herself as a study friend. Alul who usually rese becomes more understanding, not infrequently the child accompanies the brother to learn even in the sense that he sleeps.
Tok to tok.
Chequek.
"Bak Jeeeen, get a delivery." Alul came straight through his room.
"What shipment?" He asked without lifting his head from the papers on his desk.
Alul approached, thrusting a large plastic brand mini market scattered in every corner of the place. "Mas Arif's. Make a study friend" he said."
The image hastily picked up the plastic and checked its contents. There are a lot of snacks inside and all of them are her favorite. His smile that had been expanding instantly decayed. He handed the plastic back to his sister.
Alul frowned, "Why, Ma'am?" tanyakanya.
The image again struggled with his questions, "Nothing. Mbak again lazy with you that." he was annoyed. How he did not want to be upset, Mr. Arif no longer send him messages or call him since the day he called his teacher last time. At school, Mr. Arif treated him more cold than usual, although he remained in a formal capacity as a teacher and student. No more Mr. Arif following the ojek that took him. And it's been going on for a month. Even when Mr. Arif drove the Chemistry Team to the provincial level and managed to take home the title as runner up, Citra was not told at all. It's nothing, this is Mr. Arif loh who last time on the phone invited him to marry. Is this how adults work, after successfully breaking down the feelings of a little girl like herself and then just spit it out?
"Balikin again the same Mr. Arif, said that Papi is still able to jujanin." Citra said. If Mr. Arif can ignore him, why not him?!
Alul looked at the pouch in his hand in confusion, "This is Mas Arif loh Mbak, who often makes Mbak smile himself."
Citra breathed a breath of air, then looked at the sister with a tired look, "She came out! Ma'am wants to learn. Bring all her snacks. It's up to you" he said, pointing at the door.
"Mb Jen sure?"
The image nodded with certainty.
Alul raised his shoulders, "So the adults turned out to be complicated" he said before leaving the sister's room.
After Alul died, Citra immediately slammed his fulpen upset.
"Sir Arif bummer!" His his his hiss was upset.
He took HP and his irritation grew because in addition to his Mr. Arif who suddenly turned increasingly annoying, there was another that made his yamun ready to let out fire, he said, the photos in IG bu Wardah that show the togetherness of Mr. Arif with other teacher friends. The father of super annoying chemistry was seen spending more time with friends who were single teachers either to the mountain, the park, eating even at the house of Bu Wardah.
"SIR ARIF IIIH!!!!"
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