My Favorite You's

Mysterious Messages

Citra does not believe he actually did the instructions of Mr. Arif, sending a photo of the taxi plate online that brought him. Fortunately the driver understood the family's concerns were not at all offended. It was after foraging around campus with Lisa, Image on the phone by Lisna who reported that she still had activities in the study finally Citra decided to go home alone after rejecting Lisa's offer to go home together because the direction of their house was opposite.

The image does not go home but stops at the minimarket near the house to buy his needs and Mr. Arif like soap and so on. As a wife herself learned slowly to fulfill her obligation to take care of all the needs in the kitchen although sometimes more missing than she bought. Mr. Arif said slowly the important thing is to learn and certainly not to complicate himself.

"Eh, Sorry." The image is pushed back when a trolley is hit.

"Oh, it's okay. Is it okay?" The image smiled at the young mother in front of him who was also shopping for her needs accompanied by her son who sat in a trolley.

"It's okay. Sorry, Ma'am." Said the young mother was not tasty.

Citra nodded, "Yes." then walked away from the young mother and took the time to greet the little toddler in the trolley. Funnier.

The image does not linger in the minimarket considering the hours of Mr. Aris's return soon. He immediately paid for his groceries at the cashier had greeted the young mother who was also waiting in line behind him.

Arriving at home Citra immediately cleaned up and then rested for a while after fulfilling its obligations. Time still shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. Lately, Mr. Arif has always come home in the afternoon because he has to finish school administration because he entered a new school year. His intention, who only wanted to lie down while waiting for Mr. Arif, he even overslept.

The image awakens upon hearing the sound of splashing water in the bathroom. A blanket was on his body. He was looking for his cellphone that he had put next to his pillow which turned out to have been moved on the nightstand next to HP Pak Arif. The image of seeing the clock that has shown at four in the afternoon. He rushed to the bathroom.

"Mass?" Call him after knocking on the bathroom.

"Why Jen's mom?" Reply Mr. Arif turned off the water tap.

"Bathletes?"

"Yes. Join me?"

The image rolled his eyeballs, "Emesum!" says slowly. "NO! THANKS!" Then get away from the bathroom. There was the sound of Mr. Arif laughing inside. Always succeed in making a lame.

Citra decided to go to the outside bathroom to take ablution water. When passing the dining table he saw a lot of food that seemed to be bought by Mr. Arif and everything was his favorite. His smile immediately came out.

"It's good." Citra said while memcomot martabak eggs and eat them with greed, "Yummy! Best." after completion he resumed his intention out of the room that is ablution.

When he returned to the room, to coincide he opened the door, Mr. Arif also opened the bathroom door with only a towel waist. The image instantly turned his face the other way. The fine hairs on a man's chest are not very safe for his heart health. As if asking for it. So sucks! Why is there such a charming person anyway?!

"Newly want to pray?"

The image of reflexes retreated as Mr. Arif approached.

"Bak Jen why?" Ask Mr. Arif astonished. He just opened the closet to get his clothes.

The image shook, "No. Afraid of voiding." she hugged her face tightly. Seeing the look of misgivings Citra even made Mr. Arif humate his fad. The man stretched out his arms, the focus of the image was split because of the feathers on his body.

"Dong hugs. Today I am tired of being angry. Need a hug." Said grinning. If it is a fad like this the charisma of a teacher immediately disappears which there is only a young adult male teaser leaves. Very dangerous!

"Now not. Jena wants to pray." Reject Image backwards regularly.

"Next wudhu again." Mr. Arif said he was still in the same position.

The image shook quickly, "Mas, if Jena is getting late in her prayer, Mas who sin loh." he reminded. Sure enough, the man immediately beristighfar.

"sorry. Yaudah, Sister Jen continued her prayer." He walked away after picking up a change of clothes in the closet.

The image breathed a sigh of relief. After that, he performed the prayer.

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"Mr Jen, here!" Mr. Arif patted the sofa on his side. Time has shown at eight p.m., and Citra has just finished washing their cutlery.

"Why, Mas?" Tanya Citra sat next to Mr. Arif, waiting for her husband to speak.

"It's okay. I just want the same story as Jena." Said Mr. Arif embracing the shoulder Citra to lean on him. "Where was that on campus? Smoothly?"

The image nodded, fixing its position to make it more comfortable. "Alhamdulillah smoothly. Get to know new people too."

"Women?" Ask Mr. Arif.

"Have you started your orientation yet?" Mr. Arif said while taking his cellphone on the table when the message notification appeared.

"Not yet but he said there was activity." Reply Citra accidentally saw the sender of an anonymous message that entered on her husband's HP. Tumben once had a prank number on her husband's HP. As far as Mr. Arif most rarely interacts with his phone at home but it seems different today. Even at the dinner table the man checked his phone several times.

"Who, Sir?"

"Oh, acquaintance." Answer Mr. Arif as it were. The image of the most rare human being kepo mangosteen only. Mr. Arif is certainly not a child like him.

"Sir, that time--"

"Mas, Jen's sister." Cut Mr. Arif, not happy to hear the call that Citra used for him.

"Yes, Mom, that means." Ralat Citra had almost forgotten what she wanted to convey.

"So why?" Repeated Mr. Arif when Citra no longer continues the story.

The image that finally remembered the most annoying part of Mr. Arif was his jealousy decided not to continue the story. He shook his head, "It's nothing, forget."

Mr. Arif snorted, "Still young have forgotten" he said kissing the hair over Citra. "Tomorrow to accompany Mas in school."

"No way, males met ntar dicie-ciein teachers." Remember how excited his teachers when they knew their relationship was inaugurated. It even became a trending topic in school. Every time the teacher entered the classroom must be said, 'Lucky you can Mr. Arif, Nak' when in reality Mr. Arif who was lucky to get a young girl as sweet as himself. It's just that the title of exemplary teacher covers his title as a student almost achieves.

"No. There is Mas. Tomorrow your brothers will fight another school opponent. There may be alumni also who will come including the newly graduated generation."

"Well, what?"

"Motivating new students."

The image shakes, "Stay unwilling. Jena wants to lie down at home all day long father."

"Later Mas jajanin. Egg rolls in front of the school are there again. He has come home from the village." Said Mr. Arif gave a pretty interesting offer in the ears of Citra.

"OK, I want to." Answer Quick image. Legend egg rolls are already famous everywhere especially among school students where the base is.

"Yes, now to the room, istrahat. I still have to finish the job."

"You're watching netfl*x first jerk off, there's a new movie. Can you please, Mas?" Citra said.

"Don't stay up."

The image nodded, "Ready." Also before eleven hours the film is finished. He hadn't watched for a long time. "Borrow."

"What?" Asked Mr. Arif astonished to see Citra's hand stretched out to him.

"HP. Jena Quota is very thin. " Picture is the most pitying face.

"Bas buyin." Mr. Arif was about to type to buy the pulse but Citra's hand held it.

"The HP screen is clearer, the sound is also. "

Mr. Arif saw Citra with a search for a moment, then because he could not bear to finally give up his HP. "Remember, don't stay up!"

"okay!" The image stands while respecting. After getting Pak Arif's HP he rushed to the room, "Jena stay, Mas." not forgetting to leave a kiss on Mr. Arif's forehead that was fixated with a face holding a smile. Basic ABG!

Citra stepped cheerfully into the room, she immediately entered the blanket and did not forget to put a headset in her ear. Just opening the app to start watching, a notification in the follow-up pop up message made a big question mark on his mind.

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Please, Mas. Rahman promised to marry me. This boy needs a father.

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