My Favorite You's

Jena's Mother's Husband

Early in the morning at the dinner table, instead of enjoying breakfast peacefully, Citra sat like a sick person who was being tried for having committed a great crime. Papi and his mother did not stop lecturing him because they had panicked one house with a loud cry accusing her own husband of being an intruder.

"Gimana anyway Mbak, her own husband shouted at intruders. Fortunately, it did not sound to the people. It can be in the wine of Mas Arif was accused of wanting to harm girls." Papi shook his head in disbelief at the princess' miraculous behavior.

"Sorry, Pi." Cicit Citra lowered her head with both hands linked. Beside him Mr. Arif sat enjoying his breakfast while occasionally wiping his wife's hair gave strength. He had already told his in-laws that it was not something to be questioned because it was only natural that Citra was shocked, not used to its existence. But yes his name is also Papi if not sewing yes hobby angry like this.

"Dibiassin, Ma'am. Before sleeping in the face of her husband first, so that fitting wake up is not surprised." Add Mama giggled amused considering the excitement this morning that made Alul to run out of the bathroom without a single piece of clothing was so panicked. Fortunately there were no other guests staying so the SD child did not have to bear the shame because of the shame.

"Yes, Sister Jen. Allul sampe panicked, forgot to put on a towel." Said Alul joined nimbrung still upset because his pride tarnished in the face of his sister-in-law.

"Sorry, Ma, Deck."

"I'm sorry about Mas Arif." Papi.

The image turned timidly to the husband, "Maafin Jena ya Mas." he said sincerely with a clear face.

Mr. Arif nodded, "It's okay" he said with a small smile as he rubbed his hair. "Now finish the food."

Citra nodded, then started breakfast, accompanied by a family chat with Mr. Arif who discussed his future plans.

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"Where is Mas Arif going?" The image closed the door behind him, he had just washed the dishes back to the bathroom for the afternoon shower and found Mr. Arif was ready with a checkered shirt shirt rolled up his arm to the elbow.Do not misunderstand the impressed checkered clothes usually it is because the price turns out to be used to live boarding children for a month.

"You take Mbak Jen down the road. Get ready now."

"Where's the road?" Instead of getting ready, Citra pulled up her study chair and sat down to watch Mr. Arif tidying his hair with gel. Cute. Fragrant. Wealthier. Three words describe the figure of the teacher who has now gained a new status as her husband.

Mr. Arif turned his head, "Why see Mas?"

The image shook her head, "It's unexpected that the teacher who likes to do Jen's law without justice is now even a husband."

Mr. Arif chuckled, "You're wayward. That's why it's often punishable."

"No.Because it's not obdurate at all. Arif doesn't like Jen. " The word Citra rejects the words of Mr. Arif who said he was recalcitrant.

"If you don't like it, you're not here right now." Reply Mr. Arif approached Jenaya, summarizing his face, "seeing the wayward student Mas with his rabbit band."

"It's not a rabbit but a koala." Citra protest against the hand of Mr. Arif who chewed his chubby cheeks gnawing. "Sakiiiiit" The whine is spoiled.

Mr. Arif chuckled furiously, "This is what makes Mas immediately married."

"Why?"

"Let's wear your cheeks without fear of sin. Kayak bakpao."

"Sir Ihhh!!!" The image pushed the body of Mr. Arif, upset because it was said to be chubby. Doesn't that mean he's fat? Had, time to diet again anyway.

Mr. Arif was still left laughing, pushed back deliberately because the power of the image was like the power of ants.

"Just get angry." The image of folding hands back to Pak Arif with his face in the bend. Intentionally, let it be persuaded.

Mr. Arif approached, holding the back shoulder of Citra with both hands, "Well, Mas is in this big trouble if his sister Jen is angry." his frowned Jena's head crest was unobstructed bando who said koala's ears were.

"Not to bum."

"Yes, I'm sorry Mas Arif ya Mbak Jen." Mr. Arif lowered his body, peeking at the cheeks Cute bloated image made the owner jerked. "Let's take a walk. Mas wait outside." he rubbed the cheeks of his lips and went out of the room leaving his victim, unconscious had made Papi's daughter attacked by chronic heart disease.

Mr Arif reseeeeeeee!!! The image smothered his own mouth that wanted to shout in shame. Relieving the heat radiating across his cheeks, he fanned his face with both hands. Yes Ampuuuun, Papiiiiii please Jenaaaa, Mr. Arif nakutiiiin.

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"Mas, this is a lot of heat." The image of staring at shopping bags with certain brands lined up near the car ready to be inserted in the trunk and back seats by store employees.

"There are goods Mas, Alul, Mama, Papi, Father and Mother as well" said Mr. Arif opened the car door for Citra. After this they will go to dinner.

"But it's got most Jena." Citra protest because his family was only one bag only while the rest for him all.

Mr. Arif lowered his head to put the seatbelt make Citra reflex rewind the head, too close, the heart is not safe.

"Not much of it." The man pulled himself out and closed the door. He approached the store clerk to say Thank you and gave a little tip to ignore the image that again had to resignedly showered with so many items by Mr. Arif.

"No fear of money running out." Omel Citra alone.

Mr. Arif entered the car, glanced at Citra for a moment, "Solat maghrib first after that we find food."

"Whatever." Answer Citra sebal. He became annoyed at Mr. Arif who ignored his opinion.

Mr. Arif didn't start the engine. He turned completely to Citra, "Anged again the same Mas?" tanyanya gently.

"Tau ah's. Bummer. Not to mention Jen's opinion." The image refused to look at Mr. Arif. His face straight ahead.

"Don't gini. What does Jen want?" Persuade Mr. Arif, grabbing Citra's hand.

The image turned its head, pointing at the items behind it, "A lot of warmth. Improvident. Papi said the wasteful was his friend the devil. Jen doesn't want to be the devil."

Mr. Arif glanced at the grocery bags that filled the back seat of the car, "That's a gift from Mas. Not at all wasteful because of all your needs."

"Jen's needs aren't much. Jen doesn't like gini shopping."

Mr. Arif nodded, "Mas understands. But Jen is now wearing a veil. The clothes in Mbak Jen's closet can't be worn out anymore right? Now Mas buyin new so that can replace the one in the closet." he explained patiently. "Look at Jen's closet full but it's been made out this one" he continued pointing to the clothes that Citra was wearing.

The image is watching the clothes. Just realized that he did not have clothes for himself who is now veiled.

"Mas attention?" He asked, his tone of voice began to sound soft.

Mr. Arif nodded, "it is my duty to fulfill your needs."

The image is sorry now. Indeed, his brain is now short of his axis so it is somewhat loading.

"Thank you, Mom. Sorry for being so angry."

Mr. Arif nodded, "Don't be angry anymore."

"No longer angry." The promise of Citra raised her hand.

Mr. Arif rubbed the top of Citra's head "May ya." He started the engine and then stepped on the gas pedal to leave the store.

"Because I want to eat on the side of the road."

"Tonight I want to go first." Mr. Arif did not look when he said it.

"Where do you want it?"

"Hotel."

"ASTAGHIRULLLAH."

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