My Favorite You's

Madame Arif Rahman

"I received the nikan and the marriage of Citra Jenaya Binti Guntoro with the dowry paid in cash."

THAT!!!!

CALL IT, AN APARTMENT IN THE CITY'S STATE CAMPUS AREA, TEN-HECTARE PALM OIL PLANTATION LAND IN KALIMANTAN, ONE HUNDRED GRAM GOLD, MINI COOPER WHOSE IMAGE HAS NOT checked how MUCH. And do not forget Surah Al Fatihah which he immediately read at that time. Who is not shocked to hear it. The image should even be startled by the cries of the SAH from all corners of the house to restore its consciousness. Mr. Arif had never told him about the dowry before. So please anyone answer Citra's question, WHO IS THIS ARIF SIR REALLY? IS IT A DIRECT DERIVATIVE OF THE SULTAN IN THE ARABIAN PENINSULA THERE? Or do you have a magic lamp. He is a Hidden Sultan.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Citra. In front of his face, Mr. Arif looked at him worriedly. Realizing that he was still in the midst of the crowd who were witnessing a new phase of his life, he immediately corrected his confused facial expression. In front of him Mr. Arif's hand was outstretched.

"Congratulations." Mr. Arif said softly.

The image stared for a moment at the hand then into the face of Mr. Arif again.

"Congratulations." Repeated Mr. Arif when Citra did not also reach his hand to be saluted while the people and cameraman were ready to take the important moment.

Citra nodded then immediately cupped her hands in her chest solemnly.

The sound of ruckus was heard, as well as the laughter from the people around him.

"Salim, Ma'am. Kiss her husband's hand." Tegur Papi who became his marriage guardian.

"Oh?" Conscious image. The orientation was disrupted earlier because the dowry that did not stop thinking could be given to him by Mr. Arif. "Can, Sir?" still asking questions also makes Mr. Arif laugh crisply.

"By, Ma'am. Mr. Arif has Jena's brother now." He whispered softly. Spontaneous Citra hit the man's hand because she was embarrassed to hear the words of Mr. Arif and also his gesture like he was about to hug him.

"Well, how'd it hit you, Ma'am?" Tegur Papi who was greeted by the laughter of the people present at the agreement.

The image that was embarrassed half-dead immediately looked down to cover his face, while Mr. Arif was still with a small laugh then pulled behind the head Citra approached and then kissed his forehead lightly, "Welcome to my life, Jen's Mommy."

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The image stood in front of the door of his room awkwardly. Besides, there is an adult man who is equally awkward. Both of them were still wearing clothes at the time of the accident.

"Sir, you go home." Pinta Citra. He was afraid, the first time for him there was a stranger who would enter his territory. Moreover, this is Mr. Arif, a Chemistry teacher who often punishes him in school, a teacher he often works for his revenge in the classroom.

"Can't." Said Mr. Arif glanced back where parents and relatives were still cool chatting in the TV room which was conjured into a place of flowers.

"But, sir, I-I-"

"In speaking, yes, jen." Persuade Mr. Arif to gently cut off Citra's speech. It's their first night and it's odd that a couple would open up a discussion on their bridal door rather than resting and thinking about a future together. "I'm allowed to enter." Mr. Arif can still be very polite by asking permission from the owner of the room which is none other than his own wife.

The image did not hold back when Mr. Arif turned the door knob and peeked inside for a while. "A lot of flowers" he said as if he had seen the flowers for the first time.

Citra did the same thing when it was already so early he was in the room to berias but still be amazed by the many red roses that adorn his room. The bed was full of roses. Whoever gives the idea to do this should have four thumbs up.

"Come on." Mr. Arif came in after Citra. Not forgetting that the man closed the door after the two were already inside. For a moment they are amazed, enjoy the beauty made in such a way that makes the owner forget where the goods were before.

The image cleared its throat when it realized the awkwardness and desolate atmosphere created in the room. "If you want to take a bath, the bathroom is there." he pointed to the white door which was the only thing that survived the flower patch.

"Oh, Yes." Mr. Arif rubbed his cooling nape. She glanced at the beautiful girl who today looked like a fairy in her white dress. "Aren't you going to shower first?"

"Mandi first let her pray together."

"Huh? Shower together?" Glared image.

Mr. Arif can't bear to not laugh anymore. The image looked funny with its surprised expression. It seems that the student who has changed status to be his wife is still confused with his new status until he is unable to digest his sentence properly. As the most mature and also the head of the household should not he guide here?

"Sholat together, Sister Jen." Repeat Mr. Arif smiled amusedly. His hand outstretched to the top of Citra's head, "I make Mbak Jen uncomfortable huh?"

"So comfortable is it?" Citra asked with her head looking up at the adult man who was still touching her head.

Mr. Arif nodded "It's just comfortable." Just awkward, his mind continued. After all he had never been stuck with a girl in one room before. Moreover, this was the girl who was legally his, the euphoria was in him as a grown man but of course he understood the state of Citra. Although they marry by their own will, this relationship must be built on mutual consideration.

"But why are you kawarning?" The image points to a piece of a sheet that slides at the end of Pak Arif's temple.

"Oh? " Mr. Arif hastily rubbed it. Ah, it turns out that he panicked too. Mr. Arif chuckled, "Yes. Sultry." he looked for an excuse.

The image of the mangosteen believes only in the reasons made by Mr. Arif. Though originally the man was just as awkward as himself just a cool ass.

"Brother take a shower first. Jena want to open this bus first." Citra said pointing at the twisting on his body.

"Oh, yes." Arif turned around quickly. His movements looked stiff and confused like looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

Mr. Arif turned his head, blinking innocently.

"Wheel? " Task Image.

Mr. Arif nodded, "I didn't bring it from home." He said he realized his negligence that did not prepare many things to stay at Citra's house in these few days.

Citra stepped into the closet, opened the origin of a bouquet of flowers that strung beautifully in the closet door handle and handed it to Mr. Arif. The man took it for granted, hugging the bouquet like a baby.

The image of pulling one towel among the pile of clean towels, "Udah is prepared with Mama" he said handed the ash-colored towel to Mr. Arif. His mother was indeed that detailed to pay attention to the needs of this new husband and wife. He knew that the only princess of his puppet still did not know much about a wedding where the man would usually stay a few days at the bride's house before taking her to a new place to build a household.

"Thank you."

"Together." Reply Citra then again facing the open closet evading the gaze of Mr. Arif.

Mr. Arif who realized the red hue that spread across Citra's face was not just because of the small smiling blush. His little bride is ashamed. How he disliked Citra, his expression always fascinated him.

"Ngadep here." He pulled Citra's shoulder to face her. Stared at her the girl was late-goals and the more reddened Citra's face. "It's so pretty." Praise him with a soft voice. "There's red" he said rubbing Citra's cheeks with his thumb, "Izin ya mbak Jen." who had been staring at the look on Citra's face, turned to look at the pretty eyes.

The image that did not know what Mr. Arif was asking allowed was just standing stiff, locked by Mr. Arif's gaze and furthermore, his face instantly turned like a boiled crab as the man peeked his cheek right at the red-red part of it. Shortly but successfully pulled half of the image consciousness out of his body.

What is Mr Arif doing? What's it gonna kill him?! Yes aampuuuun, aduuuh. This face is no longer pure. Hixes.

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