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"Cit, add the meat dong!"

"Cit, which Sambel?"

"Cit, the orange is abis."

"Cit, dong's crackers."

Citra took a deep breath trying to be patient facing her four friends who seemed to be today intending to make her a domestic assistant. Fate to be the host.

"You'll have hands, take yourselves." Omelnya while concocting her own meatballs. Today he invited all four of them in order to celebrate the new house. Only the meatballs were attended by Lisna, Abu, Sari and Agus. After his fourth vacation, he immediately undermined Citra for meatballs. Because Mama Citra is smart to cook meatballs, finally the tract event was moved in her house. Incidentally, there are still the rest of the Thanksgiving event yesterday as well as helping to arrange goods.

"What kind of house? Guests not served. Glorify your guests to let the windfall smoothly." Agus the ustadz KW started his sermon. It is good that in front of him there is Mr. Arif as well as being recruited as his assistant in the mosque complex. By the way the man as usual has started his activities as a virtuous citizen active in social activities.

"Maleees. If your model guests are not a smooth windfall even clogged." Reply Image with full mouth.

"Sir Arif is not nyeselahin ni son? If I were Mr. Arif, I'd have five words." Add Abu who handed his bowl of meatballs to Lisna for racik. Citra. He also said that Mr. Arif modeled Abu. Handsome but thin faith is easy to deceive. The proof is that it is a flow with him that often fights with Mr. Arif.

"Not until three, blog." Agus throws a roll of tissue at Abu. Lisna was her idol why even this Abu was served. Emotions of the soul also see the crush used by the abu jahal.

"Whispering ah! Ntar bother Mr. Arif." Sari. He squeezed oranges over his meatballs. Despite the nagging still the host provides everything. He chuckles at the forced faces of the Citra who have to go back and forth to take their needs in the kitchen.

"There is no father. I saw it in front of the mosque." Said Abu melelet. Thin lips.

"God's Masya. Lucky Ma'am Citra." Lisna patted Citra's shoulder which immediately showed off her face. How do you spare the children of Solehah. "Betewe you've filled not cit yet?"

"What fists?" Citra asked confused while enjoying the meatball sauce that bit the tongue.

"Fill meatballs." Said Agus then grinned at Lisna who looked at him lazily.

"Pregnant, Cit. That's not knowing." Sari clarifies.

"No, no." Reply Citra as if it does not accept with that sentence. Could-can be pregnant, "In touch just limited to icing-chips. Yakali's pregnant."

"Icing-chips?" Not only did Lisna ask, the faces of Sari, Agus and Abu meant the same thing. Seen from the three stopped eating them and gazed fully at Citra.

The image that got such a gaze immediately shook its head. Of course this kind of business should not be heard of teenagers responsibility like his friends do not get directly in the practice of being serious, could be a contributor to his sin. Woe.

"No. Who does not know yet." Finally word. Let the ferocity of Mr. Arif's lips be his secret with God. Look doang alim, do wild. Decak her in the heart.

"Not good ah!" Abu was taken by the three. They resumed eating while Citra chuckled happily. Which eighteen affairs may be announced.

At five o'clock in the afternoon the four say goodbye. Of course after helping Citra wash dishes and clean up the traces of meatballs they left on the table. Just know yourself, not just eat.

"Salamin the same Mr. Arif yes Cit. Sorry for not waiting, I'm afraid of the night." Pamit Lisna hugged Citra briefly followed by Sari and immediately pulled Agus when Abu wanted to do the same.

"Abis you're the same Mr. Arif." Threaten Sari staring fiercely.

"Ciraine can hehe." His grin was without sin.

"Cannot. These bodies can only be embraced by Mr. Arif."

"DIIY!!!" The long choir of the four guests made Citra laugh. Satisfied to see the fed up faces of the four friends.

"That's it, back!" Her expulsion pushed Lisna's shoulder closest to her.

"Yes yaaaa... Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit them.

"Getishalight." The image of waiting for them to disappear from his sight then enter the house. Just closing the door, the sound of greetings from outside came back.

"Mas met your friends at the front turn." His words kissed the back of both hands Image in his hand.

"Bau meatballs, Mas." The image pulled his hand, putting it behind his back.

Mr. Arif chuckled, "It's okay. Mas like." he embraced Citra go inside. "Tomorrow to campus?" he continued after sitting on the sofa of Abu which contained two people. Tomorrow Citra has started to enter the campus to complete its files. As a student of the invitation path he does not need a test because he has got a seat on the campus he wants.

"Yes. No need for anther. Later with Lisna." Answer Imagery. He and Lisna were in the same Faculty. Lisna chose chemical education as since the beginning idolized Mr. Arif, the purpose of his education also followed in the footsteps of the idol. Unlike Citra who choose foreign language majors. His initial goal was to become a flight attendant but his minimalist body buried the dream. Papi said the danger if high does not reach the cabin.

"If there's anything straight on the phone, Mas."

"Yes, Mas. Jena can do it." Citra convinced Mr. Arif who seemed to doubt his social skills. It seems that Mr. Arif does not know that his wife is famous as a social Butterfly everywhere can blend easily, have many acquaintances.

Mr. Arif nodded, "Yes, Ms. Jena we can certainly. "he said pulling Citra in his arms, "Sweetie, Mbak Jen. It's laper." Mr. Arif sniffed the body Citra made the girl kegelian.

"Can bakso-IIIIHHH MAAS!" The image wriggled away from the sofa as Mr. Arif idly licked his neck. "Geli." nagged her from a safe distance. Arif laughed with an innocent face. Men over time singles yes gini finally, the fad overdoses.

"Why so far?! It's the same here!" Call him who is rejected Image raw.

"No. Mas jilatin mulu, thought Jena ice cream is smash" said the innocent girl rubbed the part of her neck that was touched by the tongue of Mr. Arif. Mana knows her that the husband slowly began to break through dangerous paths.

"Not anymore." He said convincingly, "Come here. I want a hug. Soon Maghrib Mas will have to return to the mosque."

"Promise?" Citra offers her little finger.

"Promise, dear." Mr. Arif did the same. Very childish but his name is also married to teenagers as a follow-up to the behavior of children.

"Tell me again if you fad. Jena bales." Threatening Citra while approaching Mr. Arif who immediately caught him and placed him on his lap.

"How do you reply, hm?" Whisper the man, smiling faintly.

A little pause between the two before then Citra turned her head, facing the face right in front of Mr. Arif. The man looked at her with one forehead raised as if waiting for what the little girl would do on her lap. Mr. Arif did not have time to anticipate what was done when Citra approached and like slowmotion did the same thing as Pak Arif did right in the veins under his ears.

Deg.

The entire flow of blood seemed to be sucked into the man's face. Freezing like a statue in a state of not being okay.

The image pulled his head with a satisfied face, grinning "Tuh! Rasayn!"

Mr. Arif didn't dwell for a while. His face flushed red, Imagra seemed to have just attacked one of the sensitive spots of the man evident from his tormented expression.

"Dear"

"Hm?"

Mr. Arif took a hard sip of saliva before continuing to speak, "In the refrigerator there is a stock of cold water?"

"It looks like it is. Wh why? Mas thirsty? Want Jena to take it?" Tawar Citra was confused to see Mr. Arif who was like a dazed person. The man even thoughtlessly put her out of his lap.

"Mas wants to shampoo."

"Huh?"

"Mas wants to take a shower. Please take a towel." Without answering the confusion Citra, Mr. Arif ngibrit to the bathroom, even so rushed to kick the foot of the table.

The image looked up, "Mas Arif why the hell? Wasn't it a shower? Shower with refrigerator water is not frozen?!" Though wondering, he still walked to the room to get a towel. Bizarrely. Basic father.

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