My Favorite You's

Small Revenge

"God! Heh! What the hell are you doing?"

"Shhhh! It's diem!" The image brushed off the hand of Abu who was holding him off the red and white sticker of Pak Arif's motorbike. His grudge on the owner of the motorbike has crossed the limit of sanity. His legs are still twitching as if they were tied to a rock once a bucket.

"Knowledge Mr. Arif, abis you." Abu was still trying to hold him back but Citra did not care anymore. At least this revenge can make Mr. Arif think that there is someone in this school who does not like him.

"Don't be noisy. Look out for Jan until someone sees." One more thing, Citra plucks a sticker of the solution that is attached near the key. "The stingy part of being a person. Butut motorbike in use even though you can buy a two-piece car."

"Cit-Ah!" Abu pulled Citra away from Pak Arif's motorbike as he was about to switch to opening the rearview mirror.

"Bentaahar! " Picture survives but is defeated by Abu.

"Udah, enough! " Abou Sent. "Yuk ah, I'm jajanin somai. " Abu took Citra away from there. He did not want to take the risk in the tripe out Mr. Arif just because of the fad of his best friend.

"But I'm not yet puaaas. My rearview is cop---"

"Why are you pulling on this road? "

The image of a rough unwinding of Abu's grip on his wrist, "Tau nih, sir." He escaped his gaze in another direction, not to be discovered by Mr. Arif what he had done to his favorite motorcycle.

"Back to class!" Mr. Arif looked at the two of them unfriendly.

Abu hurriedly blocked Citra, "Yes, sir. Excuse me." His pamphlet ignored the Citra protests that wanted to go to the Canteen.

"The promise was to buy somai. How the hell is that."

"Still napsu eat somai see the face of his sepet Pak Arif? I'm so scared, father." Abu shudder. Both are now in the classroom. There's Lisna and Sari over there talking about chemistry.

"What's this?" The image pulled the paper and then when he found out it was a matter of chemistry he just let go. Chemical Allergies and their.

"Third-grade exam questions. There's a science race." Terang Lisna's. The massive sari focused on clawing beside him.

The image nodded unconcernedly. It is up to there to be a cake science competition, cake competition, during the relationship with Mr. Arif, Citra will go all the way to make a safe distance.

"Bantuin. You're a chemistry guy, Cit." Said Sari after a long time working and did not manage to solve a single problem.

The image of grunting is not because his soul is indeed the souls of chemical jongos, he took also folpen in the hands of Sari and began to look for answers to the problem. While Abu has joined this class Indi Band which is a table and broom handle that is always made an impromptu musical instrument.

"This time!? " Image shows the answer is uncertain. Since the teacher in question is Mr. Arif, he is lazy to get dizzy. The origin of the value does not go down, do not care about the good name in front of the dajjal teacher.

"You're in a speech race? " Task Lisna while learning the answers Citra is working on.

"Come dong. Anyone who knows is elected as a school representative, can be guided by Mister Alfian. It is so beautiful." Love cupped her cheeks of pleasure.

"Sir Alfian teruus." Sari's nudging at her best friend.

"Where dong, what's so cool about English. Beuuuh felt in the singing swan mendes."

"Lebay! Meningan Mr. Arif everywhere. It's pity, well, attention, adem, ma---"

"Stop stop stop! That's enough, Lis. My ears are burning to hear your hallucinations about him." Cut Citra did not want to hear that absurd thing about Mr. Arif.

"This is the case, let me finish." Citra began to work on these problems followed by Lisna and Sari.

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Imagra looked back and found Mr. Arif stopping behind her. The focus is shifted to the motor body where the stickers have been copoti one-on-one.

"Wait for an invitation, sir." Answer's flat. It's too bad to talk to Mr. Arif the chameleon man.

"Who's picking you up? "

Kepo bangat kayak Dora. Omel Citra in the heart. "Subscribe object, sir."

There is no longer any word from the young teacher. The image slowly faded away thinking Mr. Arif might have blocked his path. He covered the school fence and then sat on the stone remains of the construction of the school concrete fence. From the corner of his eye he saw that Mr. Arif was not going.

What the hell is this guy? Make misgivings.

Because too often in the law, Citra becomes a little parno of the existence of Mr. Arif. As if on his teacher's face it was clearly inscribed 'Jenaya Image Punishment List.'

The image hurriedly escaped his gaze in another direction as Pak Arif turned to him. Just look back for a while and then look straight ahead again while occasionally returning greetings from students past him.

The image is getting restless. Fear suddenly all the dedemits of this school residents marasuki Pak Arif and he was hung here with him. Because of his monitoring, Mr. Arif's mood is on off. It was as if there was an on switch that was always depressed whenever he was around the young teacher.

Shortly after Mr. Bambang, his subscription Ojek came. The image immediately sighed in relief. He rushed over to Mr. Bambang, bowing politely while saying goodbye to Mr. Arif.

"Be careful of your skirt." Mr. Arif reminded.

The image held the right and left sides of her skirt and then smiled faintly at Mr. Arif before leaving school. From a distance he saw Mr. Arif also leaving the school.

"Thank you, sir." Say the image when the motor gets to the front of the house. At that time Mr. Arif passed them and stopped at the front house whose fence immediately opened automatically. Rich people.

"Sir Jen, tomorrow I can't take her to school." Said Mr. Bambang after receiving the helmet worn by Citra.

"loh, why, sir?" Ask Citra. Mr. Bambang is like half his breath because the young man who drove him to school safely sentosa. It is very difficult to get a motorcycle that can be trusted so when there is a Mr. Bambang go-to business he becomes younger because Mr. Bambang will take him wherever he goes.

"We want to go home, Ma'am. My wife's parents are sick." Bright Mr. Bambang.

"Oh that's right, Mr. yaudah is okay. greetings to the family yes sir hopefully soon healthy and quickly back here again." Say sincere image. The long-haired black-backed girl took the wallet and took out a hundred thousand dollars.

"Accepted yes, sir."

"Loh, Mommy, this-"

"For the children's snacks on the way, sir." Citra said he put his wallet back in his bag.

Mr. Bambang smiled, "Thank you, Jen. May his kindness be avenged by Allah's Wrestling."

"Aamiin, thanks again, sir."

"I'll excuse you, ma'am." Pamit Pak Bambang's.

"Yes, Sir. Careful. " Imagra watched Mr. Bambang's back until it was lost at the turn. He was about to enter, open the fence when accidentally met with Mr. Arif who was still standing in front of the gate. The image nodded politely then went inside.

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