My Favorite You's

Other Women

Just this time Citra felt helpless until eating must be delivered to the room by Mr. Arif. Actually the man alone is excessive, even if he has to even lay down he can go to the dining room. The problem is that her husband is sniffed as extra loving husbands whose innate wives want to work, and Citra certainly does not reject all the gifts in her life. After all, who is the woman who does not want to be lamented by her man.Eh, her man?

"Still sore?"

The image that wants to put a spoon in his mouth immediately pouted, void of feeding "Don't be asked mulu, Mas. Jena maluu." said he with his head lowered. With the way the way that is like a crab is already embarrassing let alone asked directly like this. The bike was rattling. They are not sensitive to being men. Where is there any self-esteem left if it's like this?!

Mr. Arif smiled, shuffling his hair softly. "Ngapain is ashamed of you. Your husband is." she said lightly.

"Tetep aja" said Citra Manyun. It's easy to talk like that, but what's wrong!!!

"Jude, I don't ask anymore. The spoon, let's go get a bribe." Mr. Arif took over the spoon and painstakingly fed Citra who was initially shy, the longer it turned out to be more willing. Women are the height of prestige.

"Snippets." The image pointed at her lips which contained a sauce. Mr. Arif patiently wiped it with tissue making Citra grin wide. Tuh right, confirmed bucin the father of this one teacher.

"Thank you, Arif." He said on the sidelines chewing.

"Thank you for?"

"For everything. Happy to be his wife Mr. Arif Rahman. So feel at home. Designed, juiced, divided assets, called darling, anyway Mr. Arif best deh." he lifted a thumb into the air.

Mr. Arif chuckled, "Sama-sama. Thank you also want to be the same Mr. Arif the fierce teacher." he rubbed his cheeks Citra with the back of his hand. Successful subtle insinuations make Citra remember this label for her chemistry teacher. Yakan knows it turns out that behind the ingrained ferocity hides the true tenderness for the wife. Inner Image self-defense.

"Hehe's not bad at all." The image of spoiled writhing on Mr. Arif's arm, rubbing his hair on his upper arm.

"Just afternoon come along."

The image looked up, "Where?"

"Meet the man who made our first night come true."

"HUH?" The image keeps the head away even though the hands are still wriggling.

"Yes. Want huh? I don't want this to make you uncomfortable someday."

The image shook, "No ah. Ngapain. Jena believes the same. Don't go there." Why waste time too. He was confident and believed in Mr. Arif's explanation last night. Why look for disease.

"Mas wants to make everything clear. Maybe with you, he'll stop bothering." Obviously Mr. Arif.

Imagra. I don't like this idea. Too lazy to see that shameless woman's face. Husband of the people is disturbed. Unambiguous.

"Just a moment." Mr. Arif's Promise. "If Mbak Jen is not comfortable we go immediately."

"It won't take long, will it?"

"God willing. I just want to make things clear with him."

Mangosteen image. With this maybe all he just acquaintance with the woman at any time can learn how to release the veins of shame.

"That crus who went to school didn't?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "No need. I've got the same permission today's leader wants to accompany his wife at home."

"DIE!" Imagra. "Warm Reason, sir. It's okay with this."

Mr. Arif chuckled, "Related? That's the ma--"

"Shhhhh! DIEM!!!" Gemas Citra smothering the mouth of Mr. Arif.

Mr. Arif nodded, drawing a line from the tip of his lips as if he was locking his lips, only then did Citra release him.

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His the guy?

The image watched the young lady in front of him. The woman she met yesterday with her son at the minimarket near the house turned out to be the same person who sent her husband a message. Even though it looks calm like that, what is the behavior of bullying in the household of people?!

"This is my wife."

The image awakens from his mind as Mr. Arif pulls him closer. The woman seemed to judge herself from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

"liks. She must be Mas Rahman's sister."

Ah, ja. Is correct. This woman also who some time ago came to her in-laws' house looking for a man named Rahman. Why can he not think that Mas Mas named Rahman who sought this woman is Mas Arif Rahmanya huh?!

"It's up to you to believe it or not but please stop sending me messages. I'm not comfortable." Said Mr. Arif soft but there is firmness there.

The woman who today without her child looked at Mr. Arif in tears as she said softly, "Mas has promised will always be home for me to go home. I can't just deny it."

The image that heard turned to look at Mr. Arif who still looked calm, not at all disturbed by the roaring cry of the woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry if you misrepresented. But everyone in the halfway house knows that the return home is Mother's House and everyone in it. Not me or the volunteers there. You also knew it before because you were part of it." Bright Mr. Arif.

The woman shook her head, "No. It was a promise. I don't have anyone else. That kid needs a father figure like Mas." Stickle.

The image is getting impatient. It felt like commenting but the squeeze in his hand held him back. Mr. Arif rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb to calm him down.

"Bring to his father. I am nobody. I have my own family that needs my presence."

"He doesn't want it." Said the woman, her crying decays, pulling a few pairs of eyes that were in that place.

"sorry. But I also have no obligation to do so."

"Even as a fellow Muslim in need?" This time the woman turned to Citra who just silently listened with a mouth that was ready to spit out the contents of her head.

"I'm sorry but if the protection you need then Mother's House will always be open to you or anyone."

Immediate image attacked immediately alert. He will not retaliate in the same way, attracting sympathy and acting like an oppressed victim.

"Sorry, because of me. Mas Arif bucin so hard also ngehalanginnya." Original words. Bodo very much, long-suffering also as if he was a lover of people when Mas Arif mah from the first singlelillah.

"It's only natural that I make sure my wife feels comfortable." Mr. Arif pulled Citra closer, embracing her. "Once again please stop. If not then this matter will be brought into the realm of law as an act of terror and unpleasant treatment."

"Mas--"

"Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum." Mr. Arif immediately pulled Citra out without waiting for a reply from the woman.

The image turned back looking flat at the young woman who stared back at him full of anger. This is the difficulty too GG and Baperan, the ending hurts itself.

"What's his name, Mas? I didn't have acquaintance." Citra hastened its pace to match Mr. Arif.

"Dad."

"Cie remembers."

Mr. Arif turned his head, frowning incomprehensibly. "meaning?"

A tired image immediately shook his head quickly. Too lazy to explain. Jokes are not nyampe. Different generations of gini.

"What do you want to eat?" Mr. Arif opened the car door for Citra.

"What is important is satiety."

"What's the invitation, this Jen Ma'am is real or-"

"Really, Mas. Relax, Jena doesn't like drama. Likes to say like, does not like to say do not like to let spit." he said.

Mr. Arif nodded, "Don't forget the seatbelt." he reminded before the vehicle finally moved away from the place.

"Bakso, will you?"

The image nodded, "You."

Mr. Arif then drove the car to the restaurant which became his favorite place if you want to mengebakso.

Before long, about fifteen minutes they finally arrived at a restaurant with a unique design. Looks crowded smoothly, maybe one of the attractions is the place instagram able.

"Search for seats, Mas want a message directly."

"okay." The image of choosing a seat close to live music. He is most happy if there is live music like the concept in the owner of this restaurant.

Just about to sit down, someone's call caught his attention.

"It's a coincidence. What dreams can I meet an angel from today."

The image draws tired breath. In front of him stood Rama the noisiest. I just met a super active guy this time. "Can you go? Disturbing the heat." Reply Citra not to make Rama offended even his smile wider even by not knowing the shame of sitting in a chair that Citra has chosen.

"Lo himself, right? Pas, there's me who's nemenin." Rama winks.

The image shook with concern, whereas handsome but affectionate behavior is concerning.

"Please sit down." Citra did not sit there, she was about to leave but her wrist was held by Rama.

"Where are you going?"

The image brushed off the hand of less aj*r, "It's none of your business." he rushed away but his steps were again held back by Rama who swiftly blocked.

"Gue just wants to have a normal conversation. Can't do?" He began to get impatient.

The image is getting tired. Apparently not enough women earlier, now plus a new mental burden. "Cannot. Move over!" he hit Rama's shoulder to pass through.

Rama again managed to hold his hand but this time there was another hand that gripped his hand, squeezing it strongly and then threw it out.

"Get your hands before I break them!" Said Mr. Arif sharply.

Rama snorted, "Lo who?"

The image shuffled beside Mr. Arif, hugging his arm while looking at Rama did not like.

"My wife. So please take care of your hands." Replied Mr. Arif, holding the right hand of Citra.

Rama laughed, "Not to make up for it."

"Whatever." Mr. Arif took Citra away from the presence of Rama.

"We're not eating?" Ask Citra who has been acting as a silent observer.

Mr. Arif shakes. He put some money on the cashier's desk to pay for his order. "We're looking for somewhere else. There sultry. "

The image looked up, since when was Pak Arif afraid of being sultry? Not cold, is it?

"Other times if anyone touches Jen's mother, don't hesitate to shift one of her solitude." Said Mr. Arif when he arrived in the car.

"Can go to tauuu prison, especially if reported."

"Much Money. Don't think. Jen's mom was pretty good at what Mas said. Okay?"

The image nodded, "Okay, Mas."

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