My Favorite You's

Still at the neighbor's house

"No need to wash, tomorrow someone comes clean."

The image ignores Mr. Arif who is somehow scrambling what in the cabinet that certainly sounds can wake up a complex.

"Istrahats."

Not horrified. Not horrified. Not horrified.

"Not cold wash dishes night-night?"

The nyenyenye...

"Can I help you?"

NOPE!

"Mbak Jen fit with mom-and-" negligee"

"LOVER PATERNALAAAAK? Do you want to talk to me? After a month, where?" Citra stared at the gloved fathers in front of her.

Crickets krik.... Silent.

The image then cleared his throat to see the surprised expression of Mr. Arif who looked innocent like a child who was caught eating candy by his mother, "Father want to make coffee?" tanyanya slow.

"Can." Said Mr. Arif did not lose slowly.

The image nodded, "A moment, I finish this first" he said clumsily, then turned back to face the sink.

There was no conversation between the two. The image was busy with his own plates and thoughts while Mr. Arif was busy thinking about what this girl in front of him was thinking.

"So wait in front." Citra said uncomfortable with the existence of Mr. Arif who was paying attention to him.

"Not much. I'm ahead."

Imagery did not answer. There were footsteps of Mr. Arif away, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out he had been holding his breath.

Finish washing dishes Imra directly make coffee according to Mr. Arif's request. Drowsiness just disappeared because he had slept a few hours ago.

Mr. Arif sat on the sofa in front of the TV while staring at the screen that was still airing a cartoon show that did not know what the title was.

"Dear you like anime?" Ask Citra base stale after putting coffee on a small table next to the sofa where Mr. Arif sat. He chose to sit on a thick carpet next to Alul while leaning on the sofa near the feet of Mr. Arif.

"I like it with you."

Image twisting lazy eyeball. Who he says likes but doesn't tell for a month, what the fuck? Want to be angry but do not have the right, just want to be quiet and even make upset.

"The coffee fits." Said Mr. Arif, put the coffee cup back on the table after smacking it. "Mb Jen learned fast."

"Bikin kopi aja mah Alul can also, sir. Don't go overboard." Say Cold image. It is still clearly reflected in his frustration with Mr. Arif who seemed to disappear.

"Mr Jen, angry?"

"angry? Do I have a right to be angry? I am a student of Mr. Arif. I'm just a neighbor's son in front of the house." Said Cynical.

Mr. Arif sighed softly. Weight. It turns out that it is true, if girls are angry, feel guessing. The res went up a level.

"Mad Jen is more than that." Said Mr. Arif staring at Citra who was back at him.

"What time?"

Mr. Arif again took a breath. Must use Super Extraordinary patience to face teenagers who are craving. Pantesan many teenagers are upset, anger is not about.

"I'm sorry. Please tell me what makes Mbak Jen angry let me fix it."

"No need." Answer Citra judes. He still did not want to look at Mr. Arif.

"I'm sorry I avoided Mbak Jen this month. I didn't mean to confuse Mbak Jen, I---"

"But the proof is that Mr. kek. Mr tuh nyebelin. You think it's good to avoid without knowing anything? During this month I thought hard, what is my fault with the father until the father avoid? You don't know what it feels like? Not good, sir." The image was filled with emotion with a stifled voice trying not to wake Alul and the other residents of the house. "Father out of marriage, trus suddenly ngehindarin Jena. You think my mentang-about a little boy can you playin so?"

"Bak Jen--" Call him Mr. Arif gently. He got off the couch and sat in the same position next to Citra, "I'm sorry. I was wrong for not thinking about Jen's feelings. I-i"

"The wrong father!" Cut Quick image.

Mr. Arif nodded then turned his head fully to Citra with his legs crossed. "I have permission to speak, Miss Jen, don't cut."

"Whatever!"

Mr. Arif was silent for a moment. Before long he stood up from where he was sitting and left Citra towards the kitchen.

The image that saw him was running out of words, "Really?" His words of disbelief were left in the midst of serious chatter.

But before long Mr. Arif returned while carrying a bowl of taro-flavored ice cream in his hand. "Take an ice cream meal yes let his heart dengerengerin Masnya's talk." he said while sitting handed a bowl of ice cream to Citra who looked at him cynically.

"Mr is not my Mas." Citra said take the bowl, "Where spoon?" he reached out to Mr. Arif.

"Bodo very!" The reply was cranky while scooping up a big ice cream and putting it in the mouth.

"Without my explanation?" He still with extra patience saw the girl in front of him instead focus on his ice cream bowl. "Mbak Jen--? "

"Yes!" Answer Ketus image.

Patience Arif, Sabaaaar...

"So, it was after school, when Jen nelfon's mother, I went straight to the house of Jen Nemuin Papi."

"Make what?"

Mr. Arif did not answer immediately. The sound of the TV he reduced until the bat could not hear. Not to forget he grabbed tissue and handed it to Citra.

"To talk to your Papi if I want to be serious with her son."

"Uhuk! khuk!"

"Slow down, Ma'am." Mr. Arif almost reached out to pat Citra on the back but immediately remembered the boundaries he had tolerated between women and men.

The image calmed itself down, then turned its head with widened eyes, "Father talk to Papi?" Ice cream bowl he just put on the carpet. The focus is now on Mr. Arif's words.

"Yes." Yeah." Call Mr. Arif.

The image decays with his back slumping almost to the floor, "Bapaaaaaak." he shouted annoyed with a stifled voice.

Mr. Arif looked at her confusedly, "Why? Isn't that how it should be?"

Imra immediately woke up and sat facing Mr. Arif with legs crossed. So both positions now face-to-face, "But I'm still in school, sir."

"I'm waiting until I graduate!"

"I'm going to college, sir."

"Marriage while in college is not prohibited."

"I won't be able to take care of the house, take care of the child, take care of the husband, sir."

"Home in the care of ART, Son can be delayed, let me take care of you."

"Paaaaaak" Citra whining. He was out of words against this man in front of him. "But I'm not ready to get married, sir?"

"You said you'd consider that Papi would let you."

The image widened, "I mean father?"

"But you agree. But as a condition, I should stay away from you during the exam preparation period."

"Yetoooo." Image of closing mouth in disbelief.

"I want to keep this until the graduation announcement but it's only been a month that you've been like this. How until four months later, I can be made into a whale lunch with you."

"I'm not that!" Elak Citra did not accept the accusations that were in his head.

"Oh yeah? Why does my coffee taste like sea water?" Point it at the coffee cup on the table.

The image stared at the cup with a face of disbelief, "Nothing. I just had sugar."

"You're cobain?" Challenge Mr. Arif. The image immediately shook. Well, it was just a technical mistake.

"Okay, forget the coffee. Human error's. So how is it now? I'm forgiven? Or do I need to call Papi first?"

Image shook his head, "No need, sir. I believe."

"thank you. About marrying me, how?"

The image bit the lower lip thinking hard, "I'm not ready, sir." his great-grandson, did not dare to look at Mr. Arif.

"If I propose to someone else, are you ready?"

The image raised its head quickly, staring at the man ferociously, "Don't fuck around, sir!"

Mr. Arif smiled slylyly, "Yes, after the test, we are married." victory in both eyes. It's free that this sweet girl in front of him fights back, her heart has already gotten.

Citra. Turning towards the TV did not dare to look at Mr. Arif, "Clearly."

"Good, Girl. Take it easy, Sister Jen will not regret marrying me."

The nyenyenye....

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