My Favorite You's

Big Day

"Don't look around, sir?"

"Eh?!" Mr. Arif flinched. Beside him stood Abu with a rancid look holding living flowers that would be used as table decoration.

Today their school held a religious activity where the twelfth class, Citra and her classmates became the core committee of activities as their last offerings before graduating from this school.

"Beautiful, my friend?" Tempta Abu raised his eyebrows. Mr. Arif smiled faintly, the girl up ahead was indeed beautiful with a pink veil covering her straight black hair.

"Don't be in cuekin for long, sir. His son is unstable, easy to put on." Said Abu before then asking permission to go and continue his duties to collect flowers according to the order of Kanjeng Ayu Citra Jenaya, his current boss.

After the death of Abu, Pak Arif as the filler of the show that the speaker directly docked to the front where a place for him has been provided. Passing through the student group, he accidentally heard the words of one of the teachers he marked as a teacher who had made his heart chaotic like a green balloon that was broken because it became the favorite teacher of his favorite schoolgirl, Mr. Alfian who was among them.

"At wear the headscarf, beautiful."

It is not that Mr. Arif does not acknowledge the truth of the English teacher's speech but he is not happy to see the met face of the student who is praised is not because of him.

"Thank you, Sir. It's also the same---" minjem"

"JENAYA IMAGERY!"

The image turned, there was Mr. Arif standing not far from them, "Excuse me, sir. I went there first." he said to Mr. Alfian and then rushed to Mr. Arif who looked at him flat. "Yes, sir, what's wrong?" the question to the teacher whose mode is not clear. A type of chameleon whose mood depends on the weather forecast as he always said.

"The sound system hasn't been installed yet."

The image frowned, "That's the job of the equipment, sir. I know how it is." Like wonder is the same Mr. Arif who asked not about. Yesterday because of one crackle he refused, his allowance was held a week by his Papi because he said there were still many in the snack refrigerator from Mr. Arif. Less annoying what else the teacher of this one. If you want to cuekin ya should not half-dong.

"It could be his friend. How is this a committee?! There quick!" His words were as firm as his habits were if he wanted to torture him.

Citra nodded, "Well, sir." she replied obediently. He resigned from in front of Mr. Arif who had also been part of dapan. Although dongkol, today its status as a doormat that can be ordered here and there makes it have to stretch the chest as wide as the sahara desert do not forget the smile that is always sweet paripurna semanis ice cream in the city park.

"Knimpuk head teacher wear brick sin is not it?" The image throws the paper arrangement of the event in front of Agus who is changing the sound system battery.

"Who can I help?" Agus chuckled casually while remaining busy doing his job.

The image threw itself on the chair beside Agus, "Tuh, your beloved chemistry teacher!"

Agus smiled witfully, "Dear of you times. By the way, use all typo." he glanced at the friend who glared at him, his smile widened. Disturbing Citra is indeed one of her pleasures because her best friend is very easy to rampage, her patience is thinner than tissue.

"Work works! Lord Arif is already ranting. What an easy committee does he think." Omel Citra looked grudgingly at Mr. Arif who was busy chatting with other teachers. Indeed, his intention was only to pestered himself that was. He is not the chairman of the committee.

"Why else did Mr. Arif? It's softer, cobak. Losing time with a cat." Abu the ghoib committee nimbrung with a face asked at the tapuk use sound system.

"Get a drink, man." Agus added more and make Citra upset after all.

"It's hard to have half a mateng tea." Gerrutu Citra stomped his feet annoyed leaving two living creatures whose hobby teases him.

Rather than serving their snobbery, it was better to take care of the others before Mr. Arif Lord Rahman again questioned his performance as the core committee.

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The show was finished by Maghrib. Everyone has disbanded the remaining committee and some TU guards who help clean up the items used during the event. The image that has finished working on his work must be restrained in the school mosque because of the lobet hp whereas he must contact his subscription motorcycle to pick him up. Abu and Agus had offered to drive him home but saw so much work to be done that the equipment committee he became unbearable to take one of their personnel.

Citra decided to wait at the front gate after its hp power was filled fifteen percent. It will get worse if you have to wait longer. After all, alone in the mushola is not a good idea considering that the place is located at the back end near the UKS which presents a horror sensation that makes the feathers stand up.

"Not home yet, Cit?" Citra met one of her class neighbors, who also just went home when passing the parking lot. His friend was riding a big motorbike that if the bells in the back will nyunsep forward. One type of motor that makes a person quickly lumbago.

"Just want to go home."

"You together?"

The image shook, "No, thank you. I wear a skirt." reject it.

"Well, what a skirt, you can."

"No, thank you." How the story wants to lift the skirt while himself is still perfectly wearing a veil. Wouldn't it look like humiliation using a veil but a crossbreed?!

"Yes, there's a subscription ojek." Citra said smiling at her friend.

"Oh, yes that's it. I'm first yeah."

"Yes.Be careful." Citra waved its hand.

The image took a breath for a moment before returning to continue the steps towards the school gate. The bright atmosphere of the school and the sound of iron and hammer are earthy with the sound of laughter of the organizers make the school atmosphere not creepy. When he arrived in front of the fence, a familiar car horned. Then the window glass came down and Alul appeared in the front seat.

"Mad Jen." Call his sister.

The image approached the car, glancing at the driver who could have guessed who without saying a single word. Mr. Arif did not look at him at all.

"Come in, Mommy." Alul.

The image that is unlikely to refuse even though it is very eager to do so then opens the back door and enters sitting in the back seat.

"Night, sir." His proposal is not sincere.

"Getishalight." Replied Mr. Arif who made Citra mendumel in the heart. Tuh, right? Mr. Arif's nyebelinya I think again friday. What was yesterday just his hallucination huh?

"Assalamu'alaikum." Said Citra flat understand the thin satire. He slumped in the passenger seat, looking for the most comfortable position.

"Mekdi aja, Mas. There's ice cream." Saying Alul to Mr. Arif.

The image frowned, Ape nih? "Aren't we going straight home?"

"No. Let's eat first. Isn't that right, Mas?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "Yes."

"NO! I got off. Cappuccino, I want to be broke. You two just." Cut Image. The body feels crumpled and sticky, entering in the crowd is not a good idea let alone the same Mr. Arif whose face is like making a bete.

"There is no food at home, ma'am. Papi and Mama are back at his friend's party." Alul looked back.

"I can eat noodles or eggs." He said he still did not want to follow the plan of two people in the front seat.

"Massa." Alul whines at Mr. Arif who is calm and calm in the steering chair.

"Anytime eating in the mekdinya yes Lul, kasian Mbak Jen cape." Said Mr. Arif gave understanding to the boy beside him.

"OK on."

Imagra. If it was Mr. Arif who spoke very quickly agreed. Try if he is, beuuh wait for the war first just satisfied.

Mr. Arif then turned the vehicle towards the housing where they live. It's just that when he got to the front of the house, Mr. Arif did not unlock the door and went straight into the area of his house.

"We ate it at Mas' house."

"LOH? DON'T WANT TO!!!" The image of protesting that was completely ignored by Mr. Arif.

The man went down after Alul who immediately ran into the house. "Down!" Said opening the back door.

The image shook, "No way." His mouth was a manyun exactly a duck.

Mr. Arif sighed, "Yes already, whatever. But the lock of the fence and the key to your house are the same as me" he said and left Citra who had glared at horror in its place.

BUCK!!!

The sound of the door slamming and the foot stomping that followed behind him created a faint smile on the man's lips.

Sister Jeeen... Madam Jeeen. Masya Allah.

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