My Favorite You's

In the Neighbor's house

The image entered the house after saying a greeting. Mr. Arif's mother welcomed him warmly while Alul was cool in the TV room with Mr. Arif's father discussing the book of heaven and hell. Religious family is like this is different from his family when gathered in front of the TV if not the remote that floats the sofa cushion.

"Istrahat was here, borrow your Masmu's room." Said Budhe Lia driving him to the front door of Mr. Arif's room.

"Sir Arif is okay, Budhe, Jena's room is wearing?"

Budhe Lia shook her head, "Ridho was born inwardly with Jena" he said opening the door behind Citra.

Imagra. This family's kindness is not unusual, so it's kind of like accommodating a starving neighbor's child is obviously a small thing for them.

"Sir Arif isn't inside, is he, Budhe?" ask Citra to make sure once again before entering the room that he had twice broken into it. Before he was not so worried because there was no owner but now Mr. Arif is in the house that might just enter the room without knowing there is a innocent girl who is innocent occupy that territory.

"none. You know how you're here." said Budhe then say goodbye to return to the kitchen.

The image sighed for a moment before then stepping foot inside the room. Not forgetting he locked the door and momentarily leaned his back on the door of the room while staring at the room. He had to clap for his fate, he was mengambek same room owner who is none other than his own teacher but now instead trapped in the room of the owner. Life is so funny sometimes. Once again Citra sighed then with uncertain footsteps, she took off all her clothes and took a towel and a change of clothes that seemed to be prepared for her. It looks like it was very planned here. Not wanting to think long and add to his psychological burden that has been all day pontang panting in the mass, Citra decided to immediately clean up so that it could take a moment off fatigue.

Tok tok...

The image awoke with a dazed feeling. He sat down with his feet dangling from the ceramic tread. For a moment he noticed the decoration of the room that was much different from his room. He immediately realized that he was now in the room of someone who was none other than his own teacher and was sleeping on his bed. WOW!

It would be great news if anyone knew this. It is certain that all school residents will be more uproar than the case of one upload that the news quickly sank. I don't know what Mr. Arif did at that time that surely his normal High School life has recovered again unless his heart is hung like a dried fish like the Mr. Chemistry Teacher.

Tok tok...

The image stared at the door. If you do not remember where he is now it is definitely Alul but because this is the house of Mr. Arif-maybe it is not him because his face is now greasy, greasy, my eyes and hair ruffled exactly the lions failed to mate.

"Mbak Jen - -"

WHOA! THAT'S MR ARIF!

The image stood up quickly and then ran towards the mirror and slightly improved his appearance - "Hopefully Mr. Arif did not faint seeing a midget monster like this in his room-hiks." he looked at himself in front of the mirror, found nothing in front of him to improve his appearance. Holy hooch! He even branched out his mom-and-mom

Tok tok...

"Mbak Jen - -"

"Ah done. Bodo is very." Imagery surrender. How else if it's like this. Beauty is the most important thing inside, right? But what is a beautiful image from within? HUH!

Chequek.

"Yes?" He said with a flat face looking at the man wearing a checkered holster and a white t-shirt in front of him. The man looked fresh very different from himself exactly the withered plant that was plucked this morning and had not had time to be watered.

"No need to be disgusted, sir, he said. I know I look like Genderuwo now." His annoyed touch was stared intensely by Mr. Arif. Especially what the man did if not to judge him who was in a mess this-hiks.

"You're having nightmares, huh? By the way keep on. Go to the kitchen, eat." Said Mr. Arif then left him who froze in front of the door.

"That's doang?" Tanya Citra could not believe what had just happened. The elephant fathers sit! Instead of following Mr. Arif's orders to immediately go to the kitchen, Citra instead returned in the room. He chose to fast rather than eat at home where there is a person named Arif-Monster-Rahman, "Mending to sleep" he said but not yet his head reached the pillow pounding again heard.

"ISY! The rese!" With an annoyed stomp he returned to the door ready to spit out his annoyance before the face of his labile teacher-Czech.

"WHAT LA--Eh, Budhe." The image scowled uneasy because in front of him stood budhe with a friendly smile on his face. Just barely.

"Mom bothers ya, son?"

"Eh, no, Mom. Not at all." Speak quickly. Not good because it was said with a loud volume, he thought that Mr. Arif was his mother who was super good.

The image is getting worse. He should have gone straight to the dining room after taking a bath but the temptation of Pak Arif's mattress was very difficult to resist.

"Mommy asked Masmu to call but said you didn't want to eat."

MR ARIF KAMVRET! Since when have I talked about it! Ah well, it's good to want to destroy people's good names.

"Eeh no, Mom. I went to the bathroom earlier maybe you didn't hear." His lie. Enough Mr. Arif who does not understand women, fellow women must be sensitive to each other, keep each other's feelings.

"Yaudah, Sister Jen went straight to the kitchen and I was ready on the table. Later accompanied by Masmu."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you." Say polite image.

Budhe Lia rubbed her hair lovingly, "Mother to room huh. Don't be shy, just think of it as your own home."

The image nodded, "Yes, Mom."

After the death of Mr. Arif's mother, Citra immediately rushed to the kitchen. The first thing he wanted to do was plash the head of Mr. Arif who had been carelessly talking to Budhe Lia. While passing through the TV room, he sees Alul asleep on a thick carpet accompanied by the sound of television. Next to it is empty, it is definitely where Mr. Arif can be seen from a pillow composed of two. He continued to step into the kitchen and the main suspect was sitting in the dining chair in front of him with the plate still empty.

"Father what the hell is using Budhe?! Intentionally ruining my good name? Let me say the guests don't know themselves?" Spray it with a slow but sharp sound.

"Eat him don't be stubborn. Being told to eat." The man is relaxed. "I'm hungry, sit on a chair."

"Damf. Hungry just eat. Why wait for me." The image stomped its legs irritated once then sat on the chair. "Babelle!" nagelnya.

Mr. Arif did not respond. The adult man thrust his empty plate at Citra.

The image stared at it with a frown, "What? I've got my own plate." point it at the empty plate in front of him.

"Nice ambilin." Mr. Arif said flatly.

The image loosened, with a whiff he took the plate, "Manja bangat." he said, "So or want to be added?" He asked still in an annoyed tone bin sewot.

Mr. Arif nodded, "Enough."

"Where do you want? Fried fish or balado eggs?"

"Eggs balado."

"Would the baby be sauteed or coconut milk?"

"Don't use vegetables."

"Okay, just clear." Disconnect the image then take a clear vegetable and mix it on the same plate.

"I don't eat clear vegetables, Jen's sister."

The image turned with a fierce look, making Mr. Arif immediately regretted filing a protest.

"Okay, I'm eating." Pasrah.

Citra nodded in satisfaction, "Well, that's dong, eat vegetables let Mas healthy." he said without realizing the man on his side was holding himself back with difficulty not to smile.

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