My Favorite You's

A day with Mr. Arif

Walk with Mr. Arif do not think the five teenagers will behave more calm than usual. Who originally thought that today would be very boring with the presence of Mr. Arif, even the opposite happened. The existence of Mr. Arif became the biggest gift for the five teenagers because their teacher not only invited to eat at a five-star restaurant, but also invited to walk on the beach which is quite famous in the area.

"Cit, feel dijajanan om-om not really?" Bisik Sari who is helping Citra clean the fish. From a distance Mr. Arif was seen relaxing on the cots, letting them take care of the fish they bought at the auction to burn while looking at the roll of the waves.

"It's a habit. Mr. Arif is seroyal." Bela Citra's. Because Mr. Arif's kindness is no longer a new thing in his life. His friends may have just felt it but not for their families let alone Alul and complex society.

"That's good? The feeling in school is fierce." Sari said again. Still whispering beside Citra's ear.

The image frowned, "Not your favorite teacher? If I obviously often get injustice from him" Citra said considering the times he was targeted by Mr. Arif every time he made trouble.

"Yes, but still that's the guy. If at school it's natural but if at home also meet it like that again, why I'm horrified ya." Sari said shuddering.

The image chuckles, "No. Good people. Patience. " Praise. As long as he does not make mistakes like living with Mr. Arif will be fine, "Many money too." continued Citra scowl who immediately got a look of horror from Sari.

"Mater's right."

"It's okay. Mr. Arif won't be a problem if I matre. I like him." Citra jumawa.

"Many of his money is free." Timpal Abu who came while carrying firewood in after Lisna and Agus. The image turned to look only to be directed towards Abu.

"Is it clean yet?" Lisna threw two wooden twigs near her feet and sat down on the sand. Agus did the same.

"anytime soon. It's just gonna catch the spice." Citra takes the spices they buy in the market and then mix the spices that will be in the groove above the fish.

"Jago you cook it too." Said Agus seeing agility Citra holding a knife and kitchen spices. It was seen that the cookware was no stranger to his friend.

"Gini doang while closing your eyes can also." Answer Citra twisting lazy eyeball. Things like this have become his daily food. Life without ART certainly formed Citra into a daughter who could be relied upon to help her mother in the kitchen.

"Udah ready to be Mr. Arif's wife. " Tap Lisna teasing.

"Yes, it's pantes, Cit." Add Sari follow-up teasing Citra.

"This is a basic skill of a woman, yes, do not be pretentious." Citra shook her head in wonder at the behavior of her friends.

"Lucky Mr. Arif got you, Ms. Jen." Said Agus again pull down his eyebrows disturbing the image that has been reddish either because of shame or stinging sunlight.

"What the hell." Image rebuff, "Mending help. Burn the fish." He said to hand over the plate on which there is raw fish in the seasoning balur.

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Citra had never thought that so far Mr. Arif had treated her so specifically. Among his friends his teacher asked him the least thing that ever crossed his head.

"What dowry do you want?" Ask when they're sitting around playing monopoly.

The image that was thinking hard how to get the Mall owned by Abu immediately looked up, "What, sir?" tanyanya does not understand. The four friends also glanced at each other, waiting for the clarity of Mr. Arif's question. The man did not play monopoly just being a spectator and sometimes gave Citra an idea to win the game.

"What dowry do you want from me?" Deuteronomy, seriously staring at the pictures on monopoly paper.

The image shook, "My father? Can I choose?" tanyanya's confused. Yes understandably, the High School boy who never knew the love-love that arrived his turn immediately applied was definitely empty his head.

"Can. The Mahar will be yours, your right." Said Mr. Arif staring at the student for a moment. A small smile saw his confused face.

The image turned to his dumbly watching friends, as empty as he was. Maybe it is too nil knowledge about adult affairs so it looks like a way. Fortunately not alone. His four friends also understand about dowry.

"Seek for a car, Cit." The first ash is spoken. After a few glances at each other. Especially for Mr. Arif who is calm in his seat.

"Just palm plantations, the prospects are more steady." Agus does not want to lose. He nodded confidently when he saw the face of Mr. Arif who had not changed in panic. Once Mr. Arif only wanted to show off the same as them when the original was a mere prank.

"Apartment is not it? Let there be a house." Said Sari did not want to miss voicing his head. It would be very exciting to be able to gather at Citra's house without having to hesitate with both parents.

"Gold, Cit. It can be sold again." Lisna flicked her finger into the air as if her idea was the ultimate champion.

Citra. Even more confused, this is why even his excited friends.

"Yes. Jen's mom can choose anything." Mr. Arif said seriously.

Citra glanced back at four of her friends and then after thinking for a while she said, "Surah Al-Fatihah just how, sir?"

Not only his four friends, Mr. Arif also frowned at the request of Citra.

"Al-Fatihah?" Ask ensures. Not what, as far as Mr. Arif usually the brides ask Surah Ar-Rahman, but the girl in front of him is another himself. "Isn't Ar-Rahman?"

The image shook, "Too long. Al Fatihah, sir."

"I can Ar-Rahman." Citra once doubted her rote ability. Even if he is not a hafidz but he has quite a number of short Surah-surah memorials in the Qur'an.

"Just like Al-Fatihah, sir." Citra said it rejected Pak Arif's suggestion.

"But--"

"My father said he could choose. How the hell is that."

"All right." Mr. Arif nodded.

The image smiled happily, "Thank you sir."

"Together."

While the two refocused on the monopolistic board paper, the four friends were still silent. They had not been able to digest their friend's request just now. Instead of asking for property, instead ask for the recitation of Surah Al Fatihah. Not degrading but, yes how well, if the surah reading can be read alone but this-all the treasures of the image is ignored. It's amazing this Papi kid.

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"For Jen." Citra and Mr. Arif just got in front of the house, still in the car. A ring with a small jewel in the shape of a dolphin was thrust at him.

"What's it doing, sir?" Tanya Citra took the contact of the ring and paid attention to the details, funny.

"Success gift."

The image turned, a very expensive graduation gift. Golden enthroned gem. Amazing young master Arif Rahman this neighbor.

"No way, sir. Costly. Fear of missing." The image returned the Ring to Mr. Arif. It is not typical that likes to wear jewelry especially expensive ones like this.

"Keeped." Mr. Arif said taking the ring from his box and asked Citra to hold out her fingers, "The gift cannot be refused" he said when Citra refused to wear it.

"Replace the cheap, sir. This is you keep it."

"Mr Jen doesn't like it?"

"Like. Warm-hearted. The model is funny." Reply Citra quickly does not want to make Mr. Arif misunderstand. It's funny the ring is, but the price is definitely not funny. The image is afraid to be kidnapped if you use expensive items like that.

"Then don't wear it. Just keep it." Mr. Arif returned the ring in his box and took the Citra bag next to the girl and put the ring inside.

"But, Sir---"

"Down, then istrahat." Cut Mr. Arif not let Citra refuse.

The image sighed softly, "Jaudah deh. I'm sorry sir. Thanks for the gift."

"Either. Don't stay up." He said when Citra was outside the car.

"Yes, Sir. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. " Pictra waved his hand, then entered the area of his house.

"Getishalight." Mr. Arif waited until Citra actually entered the house before then entering his car in his own yard.

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