My Favorite You's

Vacation

This is the vacation that Citra wants, building a tent near the river without anyone there are just the two of them and the sound of nature.

"Is it good, right?" The image stared satisfied at the stream in front of him.

"Where is this place?" Mr. Arif lowered the backpack on Citra's shoulder.

"Not intentionally on Instagram."

"Yes, great." Nod Mr. Arif while taking out equipment to build a tent. It was getting dark when it was four in the afternoon. The lushness of the tree makes the atmosphere become darker faster. Maybe this is the only forest in this city that still offers a natural atmosphere that is still awake. Even the river water is very clear in contrast to the big rivers that pass in the middle of the city.

While Mr. Arif built a tent, Citra with all the simple fishing gear he made sat on top of the new and dropped the hook in the water.

"Don't go far to play, Jen." Shouted Mr. Arif reminded as Citra stood and walked down the river away from where they built the tent.

"Yes. Still looking at it." Answer the image from a distance.

Mr. Arif is no longer paying attention to him. The man was busy arranging the items, preparing the utensils for the dinner cook. It is free to expect the wife in this situation they can fast tonight.

Mr. Arif was taking water in a small niche when he heard the screeches of Citra accompanied by the sound of objects splashing in the water.

"JENA!" Panicked, Mr. Arif rushed to the place where Citra was and not far from there he saw his wife was trying to rise from the water in a state of wetness.

"Mas Ariiiiiiif." Rengek Citra reached out to the husband who briefly raised a smile at the end of his lips.

Mr. Arif approached, entering the water which was only as high as the calf of the adult. "Ngapain by Jen? A bath?" he reached for Citra's hand to help her stand up.

"Rubber, sakiiiit." His sister held his ankle.

Mr. Arif shook his head inexhaustibly, "Be careful." Slowly he picked up Citra bringing her back to the tent.

"Sakii." Image complaining because his legs twitching.

Mr. Arif rubbed his head, "Other times be careful" he said as he walked into the tent picking up the prayer holster he had prepared himself and the eucalyptus oil.

"Please take off the jacket." Mr. Arif took off the jacket Citra wore and hung it on a wooden branch near the tent. After enveloping Citra with a sarong, Mr. Arif then took off his shoes and rolled up his wife's pants to check the sick part.

"Ouch! Don't press it." Citra tried to keep her legs away but was detained by Mr. Arif.

"Hold it." Said Mr. Arif saw the wife's blue ankle. Yes, applying eucalyptus oil even though it is not at all a cure but can at least relieve with massage. "Why did it fall?" tanyanya while lowering the reel of cargo pants used Citra.

"To be willing to take the hook eyes that are stuck in the stone but even tadjelur." Clearly Citra was tightening the scabbard on her body.

"Casian wife Mas. Trus managed to get the fish?" An amused smile was engraved on his face. Kasian but funny to see his wife's behavior. Fish without bait where you can.

Image shook his head softly.

Mr. Arif patted his shoulder gently, "It's okay to buy at the fish market. Jen's mom gets in the tent, changes clothes, gets in the wind."

The image nodded, he entered the tent, rolled up a little tent floor so as not to get wet while reaching for his backpack. When he opened the backpack, then he realized not to bring a change of clothes other than the body and prayer equipment. The image of biting confused lips.

"So stupid really, how can you not bring a change of clothes?" his monologue. In his sight his body was soaking wet, the air was getting colder and he started shivering in the cold. Pak Arif's prayer gloves are on the floor of the tent. Finally after thinking for a long time he decided to take off all his clothes without exception.

"Mas, Jena didn't bring a change of clothes." Citra complained without realizing the gaze of her husband who immediately blinked because it was based on his voice.

"O-oh."

The image looked up, his lips softened, "Can't I iket? Gini hold time?" he showed the end of the cloth he was holding tightly to his chest. Her clean shoulders were exposed with a hair child that made her look seductive.

Mr. Arif who was trying to maintain his sanity immediately approached, "Detach!" he said slowly replacing the hand that was holding the end of the glove. Citra let go of her hand and let Mr. Arif who was used to wearing a sarong to help her. "Lift the hand." Image again. Following the expert's instructions. On the other hand Mr. Arif half-dead refrained from drowning his lips in the niche of the wife's neck, inhaling the fresh scent he had corroborated. Moreover, the shadow behind the sheath was indeed a very big test. Should he touch his wife now? But--- Mr. Arif shook his head, it was very inappropriate to touch his wife in a place like this. The image deserves all the comfort that exists.

"It has. Now enter the tent outside many mosquitoes. We'll have dinner ready." He said as he took off his jacket and put it on Citra.

"Thank you, Mom." The image of a sincere smile is answered by a nod by the husband. He entered the tent after removing his wet clothes and helped in the sun by Mr. Arif. The image of not even minded******** was also there because she was already coiled comfortably in the tent while hugging herself who felt warm thanks to her husband's jacket.

During Citra in the tent, Mr. Arif prepared dinner while clearing his head. This is one of the reasons he immediately realized Citra because his former student was one of the toughest tests for him as an adult male. It is very inappropriate to imagine the image in obscene things while there is no halal relationship between them. Even now he still feels guilty for thinking about having the girl completely. Their relationship is still so vulnerable especially the image that is still very young needs to adjust to him. He needs his wife's consent if he wants to touch her and certainly not in coercion or intimidation let alone deceive her.

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"Mas Arif?" The image awakens in the silence of the night. Beside him there was no Mr. Arif who had just after praying and eating directly joined with him. His barbeque plan failed miserably because he was not allowed to leave the tent without complete clothes let alone the weather spatter.

The image grabs HP and looks at the clock that already shows at nine p.m. Outside the tent there is a fire that is burning as well as the silhouette of Mr. Arif who was sitting around. The image tightens the jacket on his body and then pulls the tent zipper.

From outside Mr. Arif immediately turned his head to hear the zipper tent open and bring up the wife who was struggling because of the holster that wrapped his body.

"Be careful!" Mr. Arif immediately caught Citra who almost fell due to stepping on the tip of the sheath.

"Hehe" Citra was surprised to see the sour face of Mr. Arif, "Please, Mas" he said trying to stand up.

"Sit down." Mr. Arif pulled a piece of wood nearby telling Citra to sit down.

"Thank you, Mom." The image tightened his jacket and brought his hands close to the fire in search of warmth. In front of her husband was a coffee glass that was half left over. Seeing her husband sitting back quietly without saying anything, Citra immediately nudged his arm with her body.

"Why?" Asked Mr. Arif staring at Citra in a dim light.

"Cold." Citra said a wide grin.

"If it's cold, don't go outside." Said Mr. Arif in contrast to the actions that now carry Citra in his arms make Citra smile wider.

"No one hugged inside" he said, leaning his head against Mr. Arif's chest. Comfortable and safe, that is what the image feels. There is no word from Mr. Arif but the mangerat. The image felt a light kiss in her hair.

"Mdad Jen?" After a moment of silence, Mr. Arif opened his voice.

"Yes?" Citra.

Mr. Arif lowered his head until the eyes of the two met, "In the future, whatever happens, please don't leave Mas."

The image fell silent for a while then nodded. He smiled slightly after landing a light kiss on Mr. Arif's jaw, "Don't make Jena think to leave that way."

Mr. Arif said nothing more, only returning to sow kisses many times in his wife's hair. Both of them were immersed in silence, only the sound of the night and the flowing streams accompanied the two.

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