My Favorite You's

Guests Pak Arif 1

Citra awakens at four in the morning. He rested his back on the head of the bed. Beside him Mr. Arif was still sleeping in his prayer clothes. It seems like midnight last night woke up to pray and did not change his clothes again. Imagery minds wander on what they did last night. Not yet at a further stage but Citra as an innocent child who does not know the relationship of adult men and women has not lost her feelings of shock, Mr. Arif has touched her everywhere. The Citra Reflex crossed arms across the chest recalling how her husband messed with her head last night.

"Times yes talk of people if the alim-alim kek gini fill his head more wadidawww?! It could look like a mosque tile of gituuu behavior. Fortunately, it is halal, otherwise sin is not really holding the girl of the person?" The image shook its head while clucking inexhaustibly. Not that he regretted or what but until now he has not exhausted thought Mr. Arif who saw women alone almost spelled out how rare could make his daughter Papi out of breath. Moreover, the hands, wuidiiiih already khatam sensitive parts.

"I'm not sure it'll last long." The image noticed his appalling appearance. His neck has stretched to the shoulders, do not forget the ropes inside have been detached since last night. Again Citra shudder, want to thud Pak Arif was not hypocritical last night he really enjoyed it even though mixed with guts.

The bed creaked as Mr. Arif moved around looking for something. His forehead shriveled as his hands found nothing but the empty bed. Citra knew the man was looking for him but since he woke up he immediately took a little distance to the edge of the bed.

"Did he?" Call her. His eyes opened and found that Citra was also staring at him. "Here, Jen's mother." He patted the mattress but Citra shook her head.

"No. You're gonna fuck around again."

Mr. Arif smiled a little with his eyes closed again. "What about Jen's mom?" he said the typical raspy of people half waking up.

"Yes that. Hold Jena. Br*Jena is free. Jena's lips were also a bit swallowed. Jena's a kid, sir. Underage." Omel the girl distanced the hand of Mr. Arif who managed to reach it. The man did not fight instead pulled a roll and hugged her even though her lips were still smiling little with eyes closed.

"That's it?! So how's it supposed to be?" Mr. Arif spoke in an almost indistinct voice.

"Begging for permission first don't just hold it down."

"Yesterday God's permission. Jen's mother is halal."

The image snorted, wanting to hit the teacher's head with a sleeping lamp but afraid to be young.

"Izin is the same Jena is sir." Sebal. How yes, never dating, know a guy is also just a friend, like also just liking, Suddenly married to the teacher himself yes obviously panic. Not to mention the model Mr. Arif like this. Rich single child whose hobby punishes him while pampering him. Justjust wonderful.

Mr. Arif nodded, no more voices. I don't know what activities are done in the mosque to the point that he is exhausted like this. Though usually at this hour Citra has been forced to wake up to pray or teach.

Not wanting to disturb Mr. Arif, Citra got off the bed carefully. His footsteps were also guarded so as not to cause excessive noise. The goal is to clean the bathroom. Close the bathroom door slowly. In front of the mirror he almost screeched to see a reddish rash on his neck.

"Geez, red giniii." He tried to clean it with water but failed. His face seemed frustrated to have to outsmart him how not to look anyone. If out of the house is definitely wearing a veil but how in the house, will definitely be questioned Mom or Dad. The image tries to remove it many times even brushing it with her unused toothbrush but instead of improving it adds to the red-red. "Hell, how else. The risk of the newlyweds." he said resignedly.

After cleaning himself, Citra came out and was again surprised to find Mr. Arif standing at the door with a pillow face.

"Next time don't ngagetin dong sir. My heart is weak." The image held a towel in front of his chest. Instead of responding, Mr. Arif instead misfocused, pointing at the part of his neck that immediately made Citra evasive.

"This why is red? Bite the mosquito? But in my room there are usually no mosquitoes." The man looked worried.

The image twists the eyeball, here it is, throw the stone hide the hand.

"Yes, Sir. Giant insect. You enter gih, look in the mirror, surely meet the bug." He said then passed by Mr. Arif who looked confused. The man then entered the bathroom and soon after the door opened again to bring the head of Mr. Arif there.

The image that had just picked up the hair dryer turned its head, "Well acquaintance is just as proud, sir?" ask her with serious mimicry.

Mr. Arif pointed to his own face, "That's what Mas made him?" ask her with a serious face. The image breathed an upset breath.

"So what about you." The answer is origin and back busy with his own business.

"Mas, Jen's sister." Mr. Arif is back to correcting.

"Yes, Maaaass." Citra turned her head with a wide forced smile. Fussy about her husband.

Mr. Arif nodded then went back inside the bathroom not forgetting to close the door.

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This day Citra was left alone in the house of Mr. Arif. Mom and Dad went for business outside the area while Mr. Arif went to school to prepare for the Final Examination of the Semester grade X and XI. In Papi's house there was no one because Mama who used to be at home just went to the house of distant relatives to meet the seven-monthly invitation. To eliminate boredom, Citra fills the time to care for plants and play in the back garden alone. Pak Arif facilities in addition to archery also have mini golf and a small basketball court. Enough to sweat.

While trying to put a small ball into the hole, the sound of the bell was heard to disrupt his concentration as a result of this time the 68th he failed to enter the ball. "Who is the one who visits early in the morning. Don't know if anyone else is working."

Chequek. He opened the door and looked out of the fence where the guest was standing. There was a long hooded woman standing waiting for the owner of the house.

The young woman smiled gently, looking relieved but also confused. "Assalamu'alaikum." Sweepings.

"Getishalight." Answer Citra still keep a safe distance from the white fence, who knows what a gang of criminals are undercover.

"This is Mas Rahman's house, right?" Ask with her soft voice.

Image shook his head, "No, Ma'am. Wrong address."

"But the address matches." He matched the address on the fence and the paper in his hand.

"But this is my in-laws' house, Ma'am. Who wasn't that?"

"Rahman.Mas Rahman."

"Yes that. Maybe the boy got a fake address. Beware Ma'am, today many people are not afraid of fake addresses." Image is pretty good to see that woman.

"That's a but-"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I still have work inside." The image hurriedly closed the door. Not only disrespectful to guests but in addition to fraudsters, now there are also those who like to hypnotize people and end up asking for money to beg their victims.

Image back into the house. His intention to continue playing is gone. He decided to go back to the room for the rest, sleeping like a slacker.

When he was about to lay down, a phone came in from Mr. Arif.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ms. Jen."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas."

"Have lunch?"

The image nodded, "Already. I cooked before I left. Have you eaten?"

"It has. Is Jen alone at home? If you're bored, you can play with your friends but don't go home for the night."

"Jena's friends are all on vacation, Mas. Can Jena go on vacation too? This long holiday looh."

Mr. Arif could be heard sighing for a moment, "You want the same holiday Mas? But after the replay is over."

The image cheered happily, "Hour vacation where, Mas?"

"Whatever the mama's going to go to."

"Really?" Ask Citra enthusiastically.

"Yes, Jen's mom." Answer the voice behind there.

"OK okeeeee. Jena wants a vacation with Mas Arif."

"Yes, I'm closing the phone."

"Yes, Mas. Good job."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight." The image closes the phone and then screams happily. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Unbeknownst to him the guest who was still standing at the door, staring at him with a pushy gaze that looked like a wedding photo that looked in love with each other.

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