My Favorite You's

New Campus

"What time does it go, Ma'am?"

The image that was preparing a glass of warm tea and toast turned for a moment and then continued back. "Jam sambilan kayaknya, Mas." he said while stirring tea. If the matter of preparing breakfast is no longer a new thing for Citra so getting up early is not a problem for him, especially Mr. Arif was diligent to remind him with the blessing of dawn.

"Before leaving make sure all the files are complete so as not to go back and forth." Mr. Arif reminded. The newly finished mopping man approached to help Citra who had trouble picking up a small plate in the top cabinet.

"Thank you, Mom." Image after being helped. When he thought that Mr. Arif would continue the work of the other house, it turns out that the man every stood behind him clinging like the first time he saw someone who made tea.

The image looked up, astonished by the behavior of her husband who turned out to be a pastime even though at his home-in-law where there wanted to be like this, "Mas, Jena can not move freely." he explained his position sandwiched between Mr. Arif's body and the kitchen table.

"What time?" He asked innocently.his right arm was wrapped around Citra's neck while his left was on the girl's stomach. Do not forget the chin is leaned on the shoulder Citra with thin beards tickling her neck.

"Maaaasssss, this is Jena holding hot water again."

"It's okay. I want a hug. Can't you?"

Not necessarily pataaaak but it can be too late if you want to putty-dempetan teruuuus. Omel Citra in the heart. Should not believe people's talk about Mr. Arif who is mature and wise because in fact several months married to this man who most of whom he saw was the fashion of his big baby. Where is Mr Arif's fierce eleven-door refrigerator mode????

Citra then took off the spoon in his hand and cupped the hand of Mr. Arif perched on his stomach, "When do you want to hug? Jena hug back let's hurry?!" the hug this morning had not satisfied his former chemical teacher.

Mr. Arif chuckled while kissing Citra's cheek inside, "No need. Mas aja who hugs the ease even too late. "

Well, that's tauuuu. The image seems to have to start to stoke patiently fearing that Pak Arif's attitude like this permanently could be concurrently the father of sitter.

"It's cold tea, sir. Not good." Imagery reminded. But instead of the melt Mr. Arif even more tightened his deck.

"Mad Jen's going to school again, right?"

The image frowned, "I mean?"

Mr. Arif kissed Citra's back hair many times with anxiety, "So his student Mas again. I think I'll miss Jen's mom."

"Kangen has the law?" Syndir Citra's. It is still clear in his memory that this man who was hugging him often gave him penalties for trivial mistakes he did. "Part of mas how diligently did Jena law? Another bad feeling. " Sanya was astonished, as well as voicing her curiosity.

"Let's keep in mind the same Mbak Jen." I laugh while laughing.

"What kind of ninja path? I can use another way if I want Jena to remember." It sucks these gentlemen, the suffering is just to make him remember.

"I tried, but Jen's mother even liked Mr. Alfian." Rajuk Pak Arif heard from his voice. Replace the laughing image, it is difficult to believe that Mr. Arif caper to him. Not to mention the way that makes the heart upset every time.

"Alfian sir is good, soft, per-hmmphh."

"Mas doesn't like Mbak Jen complimenting other men." Mr. Arif said after releasing the lips of Citra which he silenced with his lips. The image that was attacked suddenly could only be rounded in shock. Kissing is not long but also engap in the same vacuum clenernya Pak Arif. "It's the only man who can be in the heart, who can be seen and thought of" she whispered in Citra's ear. Look, this guy is so jealous.

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The image walks while reading the instructions stuck in the rooms it passes. Today she wore black toad pants and a pink blouse and a black pashmina covered her head perfectly. Lisna who was with him had gone to look for the chemical secret room to collect his files so that he had to continue alone. Many new students who also seem to be equally confused looking for a room, the difference is they are not alone.

When he saw the crowd in front of an open counter, he approached one of the women in line, "Sorry, this is a language counter?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The image nodded, "Oh ok, thanks." he stood behind the woman. "I Citra" Citra reached out through the woman's body. He told me that he was a young man communicating with new people.

"Oh yeah, Lisa." The woman named Lisa replied with a smile.

"Gue Rama."

The image looked back as a hand stretched out on him. The narrow-eyed man smiled at him.

"Partner." Reply to Citra with a smile that is no less friendly.

"Lo pretty."

"But!" Lisa's spontaneous voice represents Imagery. New acquaintances are already this crocodile, is it not dangerous?!

Rama laughed crisply, not yet he released the hand of the image that was immediately realized by the girl who immediately released herself.

"Where is school from?" Ask Rama again. Not giving up it seemed even when Citra had already turned her back.

"Upper Middle School." Reply Citra not seriously.

"Where are you?"

The image glared back, "What the hell?" Just this time getting acquainted with a new person makes a slumber.

"Who knows if we're a yearbook." Said Rama with his look.

"There's no model of you in my school." The image looks back to the front. Sorry about why I have to be so friendly with this person.

"Well, if it's not in the yearbook, what's the wedding book?"

Sudden image of nausea. The vow. It's really a disaster. Hopefully he is not one Faculty with the people behind him, uh but if the queue here is certainly a prodi with him. Ok okay, it's okay that one important study is not classy. Unwilling to respond, Citra chose to pay attention to the ears.

Throughout the queue, the guy named Rama did not stop inviting Citra to talk even though it was not responded to at all. The image must appreciate the thick face of this guy because it attracts the attention of some people with his behavior that makes them upset.

"Saturday ahead all to prodi ya deck." Said the staff who received the file.

"What activities are you doing, brother?" Ask Citra. He needs a reason to explain to his new bodyguard.

"Come by. It will be delivered that day." The staff said without a smile.

Citra nodded, "Yes, Brother." not waiting for long he immediately left the counter. There were so many people in that place, none of whom he knew. When going to ask about Lisna's whereabouts via chat, a new expensive HP brand is presented to her, "I can ask for your number?"

The image looked up, "May." smiled at Lisna who was standing in front of him. He typed his number and handed the HP back to Lisa, "Chat yes" he said.

Lisa nodded, "Udah."

Image view incoming messages from incoming numbers.

"That's my number." Lisa's Saying.

The image nodded, "OK."

"All of you."

"No." Reject Image without stale bases.

"Lis, for me the number." Rama turned to Lisa.

"He said NO!" Lisa pulls the image's hand, "Yuk go!"

The image goes along with Lisa. Rama was about to chase them but someone called his name.

"You familiar?" Citra asked as they were already sitting on a long bench in the waiting room.

"Open OSIS at my High School first."

The image nodded faintly, "Emang is that guy?"

Lisa nodded, "Playboy classy snapper. Biasaalah, self-conscious cute."

Imagery understands. There are people like that, even in school. Unfortunately his taste is that of the fathers with a clear future. Hehe.

"Lo here to be ushered?"

"I'm with temen. But he's on another prodi." Citra replied, taking the tumbler in her bag and drinking it. "You?" offering mini mineral water that he brought along as a reserve.

Lisa shook her head, "No, not thirsty yet. Thanks." Thanks."

The image reinserts the mini bottle and the tumbler into the bag.

"Lo there's still this exhausted activity?" Ask Lisa. His gaze was full on Citra who was busy with her luggage.

"No. Maybe just go back." Citra said she reused her backpack.

"Will the faculty? We look around the room." Bring Lisa.

"May deh."

The two then walked out of the building cutting the path to the Faculty of Teacher Training which was across the road.

"I'm not really a teacher but I want to have a teacher." Said Lisa when the two had arrived in front of the Faculty's nameplate.

"Oh yeah? Usually parents want their children to be doctors."

Lisa put her shoulders together, "No idea. Maybe it's because the mother of the teacher's family that her son was also told to be a teacher."

The image chuckled, "Maybe yes too. If I am my own choice even though the childhood ideals want to be a flight attendant but see the body as this growth so in the grave aja the dream."

"Yes, anyway." Lisa muttered in agreement while highlighting the image and up to down without any demeaning intent.

"Teachers are also cool. We'll be right here." Citra said remembered Mr. Arif who really enjoyed his profession as an educator.

Lisa took a breath and exhaled with a slight voice, "Hopefully yes." The two are now in the hallway room, reading the board room one by one like their initial goal to do the Faculty tour.

While joking with Lisa, a phone call from Mr. Arif came in. Small smiling image.

"However, pick this up first."

Lisa nodded, carrying Citra sitting on an empty bench. The atmosphere of Prodi was not too crowded so the voice of Mr. Arif was heard clearly.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Jen's mom is still on campus?" Mr. Arif's voice across the street caught Lisa's attention.

"Yes, Mas. Just finished collecting the files."

"It's lunch time. Don't eat late, right? Or is it the message?"

Image shook his head, "No need, Mas. Jena will buy it herself. Have you eaten?" The image glanced at the clock on his wrist. It should be at this hour Mr. Arif has finished praying and continued the rest of lunch.

"The same as Lisna again?"

"Not yet, Mom. Lisna hasn't been with Jena."

"Loh, you're splitting up?" Mr. Arif sounded worried.

The image boasted a smile, a strange liking to the attention of Mr. Arif who was more like considering him a PAUD child. "Can be different prodi Mas. Don't worry, Jena will take care of herself. I'll keep telling you."

"alright. If you go home by public transport do not forget the photo of the driver and his plate, then sendin Mas."

Although it sounded very exaggerated but Citra nodded her head for her Master to calm down.

"Yes, Mas. Jena will take photos and ask for the driver's number." Reply Citra patiently joking.

"The driver's number is not." Answer Mr. Arif. Very serious to respond to the jokes Citra.

"Yes, Mas. Yesaaa... . "

"Good formula. Don't forget to pray."

"Snap, Mas." Answer Citra with the word answer.

"Yes, it's closed. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas."

The image breathed a tired breath after closing the phone.

"Your sister huh? Very lucky." Lisa looks jealous hearing Citra and Mr. Arif chat. As an only child, he felt very lonely without a brother.

The image grimaced, "I'm sorry."

"You have a sister too." Lisa said expectantly.

"My mother." Citra Gumam. He does not want to rush to tell his personal to new people at the first meeting. In time he will introduce Mr. Arif to people he knows so they see how lucky a Citra get fathers like Mas Arif. I'm rich, saucy, sublime... Very lucky Citraaaaa.

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