My Favorite You's

Special Things

In the last months approaching the Examination, Citra returned to normal activities. Normal as usual when there is no Mr. Arif as someone different in his life. Mr. Arif always as usual still often punish him with penalties that make Citra sometimes still have the desire to repay him. The man is still fierce even though his way of teaching remains a champion. The difference is every return to school Mr. Arif will wait for him under a tree not far from school with a bag of healthy snacks as his study friends sometimes also as a bribe so that the girl who has started wearing the hijab is not silenced it. Like the day for example, Citra had to spend hours doing business because she was caught chatting during lessons. Blame Abu who likes to invite him to ghibah during the lesson.

"Let me dent, sir." Her brother showed her index finger that was printing a folpen trail.

Mr. Arif took the white plastic from the hook of his motor and proffered it, "Other times repeat it again so that I can law you copy the contents of the package book" said the man without feeling.

The image pursed his lips, complaining to the loyal Mr. Bambang to be the third person among them, "Liat himself right, sir! It's grumpy!"

Mr. Bambang chuckled as well as Mr. Arif who only shook his head in anxiety. Want how else, the risk of having cem Ceman young people yes work ngadu.

"This is a bribe for Mr. Bambang." Said Mr. Arif deliberately teasing Citra who had been staring fiercely at him. One plastic bag is also certainly not left behind for Mr. Bambang who has delivered his favorite schoolgirl safely without blisters.

"Pak Bambang is on my side right? " Picture stared at the bayah man expectantly.

Mr. Bambang laughed, "I'm a neutral party. I love peace."

"Good, sir." Mr. Arif tos with Mr. Bambang made Citra upset.

"Tau ah, all the fathers are the same. Bummer." His grunts folded his hands on his chest.

"Yes, that's why Jen likes it, right?" Tempt Pak Bambang, who was immediately thumbs up by Mr. Arif, was satisfied to see the face of Citra.

Mockers are also in fact so. Hadheh.

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Every afternoon Citra stands in front of the living room window. This has become a habit since Mr. Arif opened free tutoring to students who want to get additional chemistry lessons in an effort to get satisfactory results later. There is Lisna, Sari, Vania, and even Tari does not miss enlivening the courtyard of Mr. Arif's house. The ashes that had never been studied any more during this time were present. Of course, the intention of his best friend is not to learn but look for face in front of his bluff. Agus? Of course there is. Lisna is now his eternal passenger. Only he was left alone here. Not because he did not want to study together but Mr. Arif forbid it. The man gives her a special time after Isya at his house is accompanied by Alul as a third party. There is always a way if there is a will. Just look at Mr. Arif, there are ways to be with him even though he has to go through the path of an independent tutor.

"Mbak Jen, the ice cream Alul asked for?"

"Don't everybody. " Answer Image without looking at Alul.

"okay." Alul returned to the kitchen while jumping around in excitement.

Tired of standing, Citra returned to the TV room. There was his mother who was watching his favorite soap opera of doom. This time the title somewhat makes the brain ngebug. Your son is the father-in-law of my wife. What do you try to mean that?

"Wrinkle on his face, Ma'am." Mama shifted her seat letting the princess fill in the blank.

"Boss." The glass screen was displaying a household scene where the in-laws were scolding their daughter-in-law. "That's bad, Ma?" her question was suddenly horrified to imagine Mr. Arif's mother turning into Godzilla.

"Not everyone. It depends on the person."

"But there must be a ferocity, right, Ma?"

"Humanians in such a family."

"Pak Arif's mother will be fierce too?"

Mama turned her head, looking at her daughter with one raised forehead, "You want to marry Mr Arif?" His face was straight.

The image clucked at his Mama's pleasurable reaction.

Her mother immediately turned to Citra completely, "This is well, Mama just wants to ngingetin. Modelan Pak Arif in the world was arguably one among a thousand. Rarities. So don't let it go."

"It's mom."

"Really, Mom. Mbak Jen does not know how the mothers of the assembly want to have a daughter-in-law like Mr. Arif. But yeah how, Mr. Arif likes the same Mama's son." Said arrogant.

"But young marriage anyway, Ma? Are you afraid of that neighbor? Ntar Jena is accused of MBA again."

"Yeeee, that's his envious neighbor. Jen's sister would want to continue college, not living here or here." Said the Mother explaining the situation that will face Citra.

"Emang can? Wife doesn't always have to be husband? Serving the husband."

Mama shook her hands, "That was the time of her great-grandmother Mama. If now everything can be talked about. Try talking to Mr. Arif. "to give advice.

Mangosteen image. Mr. Arif is open minded, yes, the time is not thinking about the future of a Citra Jenaya. "Ntar Jena asked."

"Don't dawdle. That's the ustadzah that yesterday taught to pray the corpse in the mosque like the same demen Mr. Arif."

The image immediately sat up straight, "Seriously, Ma? Beautiful isn't? How is Pak Arif's trus?"

"Beautiful, looks mature. His religious knowledge is also strong. That Mr. Arif--"

The image waited impatiently. This is if Mr. Arif wavers, does he have to throw his house with bricks?!

Her mother glanced at Citra with her tail. The boy looked very tense in his seat.

"Yaaa how yaaa, Mr. Arif is normal just Budhe Lia like happy deh same Ustadzah."

The image instantly slumped in his chair. When it comes to Mothers, she gives up. From head to toe there is nothing to be proud of. His morning prayers are still late, his morning and evening prayers are mostly not done, his ability in the kitchen is also standard, work is also still asking for snacks with parents, and there are more severe, the worst, his past sins to Mr. Arif, should he be honest with his teacher?!

"HEW! How to fuck." Mama patted Citra's shoulder.

Imagery shook. Then a loud sigh escaped from his mouth, "Jena insecure, Ma. Jena is nothing compared to the great women who like Mr. Arif out there."

Mama patted Citra's shoulder, "Don't say that ah. Jen's mom was great, never made mama and Papi worried. Take responsibility for yourself and of course still young."

"That's doang?" Tanya Citra lesuh's.

Her mother shook her head, "One more."

"What?"

"Sir Arif likes you."

Imagra. Yeah anyway. Of the many women why should he cobak. There must be something cool that Mr. Arif saw from an Citra Jenaya right?!

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