My Favorite You's

Rese's neighbor is Mr. Arif

"Where are you going, Dek?" The image saw his sister running out of the house. The day is still blistering, should be the only wayangnya sister is taking a nap according to the schedule that Mama has set.

"To the house, Mr. Arif." Alul answered, taking Ciki in front of his sister and taking her out of the house.

"Be careful when you catch rese." Shouted Citra towards where her sister disappeared. Her mother's favorite ftv voice became her friend this afternoon.

"Who's doing it, Ma'am?"

Mama emerged from the kitchen carrying a snack of banana chips that were still warm.

"Sir Arif." Answer Citra lightly

"Hush! It can't be, Ma'am. Respect to him. Even if he's young, he's still your teacher." Tegur mama put the jar on the table.

The image pouts, "Alah, what teacher whose hobby days torment his students." He plucks the chips while dropping his head on the thigh of the mother.

"That's because the students are wayward, like you." Mom knocks on her daughter's forehead.

"Sir Arif, Mah, is a hobby. The proof is no other teacher." Image of self-defense.

"Yaudah, Sister Jen is okay with this. Now build a truck of bawain nih chips for Mr. Arif."

"Huh, don't want to. Why Jena should be Mam. Why not just go to Alul? " Picture Protests. Not want to be a parent's opposition but why should the guru's house.

"Bole the mateng earlier, Ma'am. anyan know yourself adek you, where to be told to wait." Mama pushed him slowly to sit back.

The image of the snatched away, "Mamaaa, not Jena. Mr. Arif is a bummer. Jena call Alul ya." The bid but the mother instead sat the jar on her lap.

"Take it there! All askin Bukde arisan money."

Image glued limp. Lazy to see the look of Mr. Arif in broad daylight like this. It gets hotter with his heart and head.

With a step in drag, Citra out of the house. The teenager only wore a short-sleeved shirt and half-thigh shorts at home. Only in front of the house. If you are lucky, get to the gate.

The image stared at the white gate in front of him. A rough sigh escaped from his mouth.

"Audzubillahimini." Read it before pressing the bell on his left side. May the demons that often flutter around Mr. Arif go with his employer.

Twice squeeze the bell, the gate finally opens automatically. The image loosened his head alertly before entering, timidly Pak Arif appeared and attacked him. His delusion is already at the stage of worrying and all that is certainly wrong Pak Arif Rahman who has made himself a nightmare. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one there. Alul's trail isn't there either, hopefully the ff boy is away with his handler.

The image stepped up with a little lightness. It's good that only Budhe and Pakde are in that big house. Both parents of Mr. Arif is very good, speaking also softly unlike their children who begat forgiveness.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Sister Jen. Come in, Mommy." Budhe, smiling gently at Citra, rubbed her hair full of affection.

The image says, "Sorry to disturb, Bukde. This is told by mama. The same money he said." He handed me the jar of chips.

"Well, thank you, kid. Come on, come on in. " The woman in the broad veil opened the door wide to let her guests in.

Imagery grimacing. This is one of the reasons he is heavy-hearted to the house of Mr. Arif. His mother would definitely not let him go home quickly. Budhe is good, Citra at home also linger with the teacher but not if there is the only son of the family, Mr. Arif Rahman whose hobby is torturing him.

"Budhe take the money first yes, Ma'am. Jen wait a minute."

"Yes, Budhe." The image sits tense. The ftv display that was singing the scene made no sense at all did not make him relaxed. His eyes occasionally looked around, afraid that suddenly Lord Arif appeared and punished him.

"Mas Arif, is this really the sticker for me?"

The sembut image straightening his back heard his sister's faint-sounding cry increasingly clear.

"Good God, Mr. Arif." He hurriedly took the sofa cushion and covered his face while docked to the arm of the sofa. Hope Mr. Arif considers it a cat or TV remote is not a problem.

Imra unconsciously held his breath when two men of different generations passed through the family room without realizing its existence. It's just that when he will just breathe a sigh of relief, the beloved brother of Mr. Arif even saw it.

"Well, what about Jen?"

The biting image of his lips held a curse on his mere puppet sister. He almost survived if his sister was unaware of his existence. Does it leave a typical family smell until this Alul can detect its presence?!

"Eh, there's Adek." Citra said stiffly. To the gap in an unfavorable state was really unpleasant. The girl glanced at the young man who was standing looking at her with a single raised forehead. Not very relaxed, Mas eeee. "Please, Sir." The sweep is almost inaudible. While the one that was called, still highlighted it.

"Mbak Jen, what's the mojok? Cosplay as a vase? " Alul's question made the image of its existence known.

The image of biting her lips embarrassed to realize she was already standing in a corner beside a flower vase while holding a sofa pillow. Oh, my God, when did I get here? So panicked he did not realize stepping hidden in the corner.

The image of the wave, "Oh, this. Budhe flowers are beautiful." Original words. The image grew more and more misbehavior as the two young men glanced at each other.

"Beauty what, Ma'am, that's dry."

The image turned his head, then grimaced to see the flower that was said to be beautiful was just dry roots that seemed to forget to be replaced by the owner of the house.

"Eh, yes." His grin was very very very very embarrassed in layers.

"Mbak Jen, Ms. Jen." Alul clucked as if the ff boy was an adult human who was amazed at his ridiculousness. THE RESE!

"Come, Mas. I can't wait to paste the sticker." Alul pulled Mr. Arif's hand towards the back garden. While Citra pecked at the corner of the room with shame that can not be ignored anymore.

Before he really disappeared, Mr. Arif turned to him and said, "Not all of you use the interior, Jen? "

Lah, the shucks!

The image of stomping the legs irritated. "Ntar, I wear a bikini in front of my father to stumble like a fish. Huh, Rese! " He threw a couch cushion at the two men and disappeared. However, if you have met Mr. Arif, the mood must be freefall.

"Weathered Bujang!"

"Who's the weathered Bujang, Ma'am? "

"Eh-don't, Budhe. That's what's on TV." Said lying.

Sorry about Budhe.

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