My Favorite You's

Both in big houses

"Away awake?" The image of Gurgled as Mr. Arif dyed his hair. He yawned once and then closed his eyes again with the position of his face hidden on the pillow. Mr. Arif who saw him smiled a little while tidying up the hair that covered his face.

"Wake up, it's not good to sleep in the afternoon." He said rubbing his hair a soft image. The image that was about to wake up even again drowsy treated like that.

"Still sleepy." Citra lifted his head from the pillow and moved on the thigh of Mr. Arif who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I told you to get up, Jen."

The image shook his head, hiding his face getting closer to Mr. Arif's body. Comfortable,"Elus-elus back Jena dong Mas."his love spoiled.

"After that wake up."

Imagra.

Mr. Arif then gently rubbed Citra's back, occasionally stray into her long hair. There was no conversation between them. Both Citra and Pak Arif enjoy the quiet created. The image with a sense of comfort and sleepiness while Mr. Arif with his affection for his former student.

"If Mas used to not be fierce, Jena would have had a crush from the beginning. There is no way Jena's feeling of stopping by Mr. Alfian if Mas is already sweet like this." Image opens obralan. Both of his hands were raised at the waist of Mr. Arif.

"Mas is not bad. Jena's a bad boy."

"So, where there is. Jena is famous as the most favored schoolgirls teachers know."

"Then anyway? How naughty are you?" Mr. Arif's smile rises.

"No. That's the mrs who byebelin. Ngeliat Jena was already squirming Allied soldiers. "

"Jen's Mama's feelings are just that. The proof is that Alul can be close to Mas."

"That's because on the sticker bribe. Cheap is it Jena?" The image is inexhaustible indeed how could Alul appreciate the string of brotherhood between them with stickers sold three thousand. He said stickers are rare but where Citra believes in them.

Mr. Arif laughed crisply, his warm hands patting Citra's back, "That's it? Patience yes. The important thing is now to feel at home in the lap of Mas. Comfortable, Ma'am?"

The image did not answer, prank hands pinching the waist of Mr. Arif to make the man complain for mercy.

"Oh, it hurts Mommy."

"Bodo. Bummer bellie." Satisfied to pinch Mr. Arif, Citra immediately sat down, tidying her disheveled hair. In his place Mr. Arif was still holding his pinched waist while grimacing in pain. Over time Citra became worried.

He's approaching, "Sick up, huh? Sorry, Jena just AWWWW AMPUUUUN MAS AMPUUUUN." The image chuckled on the bed because Mr. Arif who just turned around to attack tickled him mercilessly. "Maaaas, Udaah Maaaas. Geliiii."

Instead of stopping, Mr. Arif even more launched his action even now has encased Citra under him.

"Masssss, udaaaaaaah." The image tries to avoid because not only his hands are now actively fondling him but his lips also kissed his entire face ending with a long kiss both of which of course in the domination of Mr. Arif.

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"What's your gas doing?" The image approached Mr. Arif who was sitting while reading a thick book in the back garden. After dinner Citra cleaned the used dishes while Mr. Arif to the library room which turned out to take a thick book with a bald Arabic script.

"Read. Here!" Mr. Arif patted the empty part of the sofa without turning his attention to the book in his hand.

The image of sitting while raising the legs because of the cold. He noticed the atmosphere of the park at night which was fairly bright because it seemed to be in the setting for reading activities that became a hobby in this family.

"Why not wear a jacket?" Mr. Arif drew his image and charm to the atmosphere of the back garden. He embraced the image approaching towards him.

"Bag,"

"Yes, Jen's mom?"

"So Mom asked Jena to stay here for a while while waiting for her to go to college, she said so don't be lonely if Mas goes to work." Citra recalled her mother-in-law's words.

"Oh yeah? What did Sister Jen say?"

"Trus Jena said that Jena is up to Mas Arif. Jena mah wife fuck what husband says." Answer Plain image.

Hearing him, Mr. Arif smiled, "God willing, God's wife" he said, kissing Citra's hair.

"Emang," replied Citra proudly, "So how is Mas?"

"Mas has a long-standing plan to bring Miss Jen home soon. Not not want to linger here but so that Mbak Jen adjust there, get to know the new home environment. Let's choose the theme of the house also so that it can be filled."

The image looked up, "His house is still empty?"

"But who knows if Mbak Jen wants his house to be made like what later can be in a new design."

"Kok Jena? It's the house."

"Kan Mbak Jen is the queen."

Citra. Mr. Arif no longer reads the book. His attention was already centered on their image and chatter.

"Mbak Jen will arrange the house. Since lafadz akad was spoken from the lips of Mas, all property belonging to Mas has become tanggunansi Mbak Jen. Including honor, too. So please look after, Miss Jen!?" Mr. Arif said seriously.

Citra is still dumb. Yakali's son just graduated from High School has been given such a heavy responsibility.

"No need to ah, Mom. Weight." The image shook dramatically.

"Wife duty, Nduk." Mr. Arif rubbed Citra's forehead, then kissed her.

"Emang Jena is capable?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "God willing, God will surely be enabled by God."

The image of straightening the back, fixing the position of sitting cross-legged facing Mr. Arif, releasing the embrace of the man. "Apartment if so."

Mr. Arif shook his head, "It is better to have housing so that there are many neighbors. Jen's sister could have a big page, too."

Image does not reject but does not reject the idea. He is used to living in a residential environment where relations between neighbors are still well established if suddenly having to move to an apartment will certainly be very difficult to adjust.

The two no longer talk. Citra enjoyed the elusan on his arm while Mr. Arif read the tafsir book in his hand while occasionally kissing Citra's hair.

The real life will start. A pleasant adolescence will now turn into a more complex one. At this young age, Mr. Arif continued to pray to be able to become a trustworthy priest and also did not forget to pray for his wife to be able to live his new role, wading the longest worship, he said, complete half of their religion.

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