My Favorite You's

Pretend Sick

"Lis, permission from Mr. Arif, yes. It hurts." anyway." Citra holds her stomach practicing her ekting knowledge that has been studied in cultural arts classes. Indonesian lessons have just ended and after the rest there will be Chemistry lessons. That's why Citra does public lying.

"Related, sick?" Ask Lisna.

The image nodded lemes. Anyway no matter what happens he must be free from Mr. Arif's class,"No repetition right? "

"No, but---"

"Well, pass. I'm licensed to the UKS." Cut the image quickly then without thinking long immediately shot towards the UKS which is located at the end.

"Cit, don't you want to be in Temenin?" Shouting Lisna.

"No need to." Answer Citra while accelerating its pace. Since last night he's been working out his escape plan. After an hour of rest there was Chemistry lessons and because today he was lazy to get punishment, Citra decided to skip because of illness. It is not an image of Jenaya but circumstances forced him to act as unworthy as this first day of the month, he was afraid his emotions overflowed and ended up hitting the face of Mr. Arif on the board.

"Huuufff congratulations." Image lay her body in bed UKS. There was no guard officer so he did not have to bother thinking about the answers to the officers' questions.

What Citra does not realize is the existence of someone who had noticed his behavior when heading to the UKS. Mr. Arif who had just performed the dhuha prayer saw how the students' wide smile was when running towards the UKS. He could only shake his head to see the behavior of one of his students.

The fourth bell has sounded. All students rush to class to take their next class. The image of being in the UKS alone does not know what to do while waiting for the Chemistry hour to end. Finally, to kill boredom, students who like to wear high shoes that obscure every object in the UKS. Starting from weighing weight, measuring height to playing doctor-style by making bolsters as the patient. Indeed soon will enter RSJ favorite student Pak Arif.

The image is speaking in the style of a doctor and patient on a roll lying helplessly on a bed when hearing the footsteps of someone approaching. With a lightning movement he immediately jumped on the bed and turned his back to the door while closing his eyes, Pretend it.

"Well, right, sir. Here's the student, Father." The door opens from the outside.

The image biting his lips in panic heard the elder brother of the health worker approaching with someone he called Father. Whose father is this? Is it the principal? Was it Alfian? Is it father TU? Mr. Taufik kah or-eyes Citra sontak. Don't tell me it--don't

"Please check on Ma'am. He's got a stomachache his friends say."

That voice-Picture just wants to die it feels. How could Mr Arif have come to see him here?! N-NOT A VISIT! BUT ASCERTAIN HIS LIES! ASTAGHFIRUL!!!

The image closed its eyes as tightly as possible. After this, Mr. Arif will definitely hang it on the flagpole.

"Partner? You sleeping, Deck?" The officer's brother held the shoulder Citra ensured the health of the students who always occupied the champion of the class.

The image squirms, Pretending to be senatural may be like a person who has just disturbed his sleep while enduring pretend abdominal pain.

"So, check it out, Dek?" The officer sister pressed her stomach slowly, doing an initial check. The image that is not sick looking straight at the ceiling does not want to look in any direction afraid of being caught by Mr. Arif who is like a butcher standing next to the officer's brother.

"No breakfast on Deck? "

Duh, what is this supposed to say? Citra does not want to lie further let alone slander the mother who is very good at making breakfast for the house.

"Breakfast, Brother." Answer slowly. He dared not look at his right side. It's clear Mr. Arif knows his lies. Since when try a teacher who should still be teaching want to be busy checking his students in UKS?! Surely his lie has been exposed.

"His stomach still hurts?" The officer asked softly. I swear, Citra could not have lied to these good people. Kapok image. The brother of the officer who should be doing other work should instead be busy dealing with his lie case.

Forgive the Image of God.

"A little, Brother." The answer.

The officer's brother turned to look at Mr. Arif, "I'm sorry, sir. I'd like to check the image first."

"Oh yeah. Please." Mr. Arif directly away pulled the curtain separating the bed with the officer's seat.

"Excuse me, Dek." The elder brother of the officer lifted the Citra uniform then pressed down slightly on his stomach. "Fine is it." His words lowered again the uniform that is always said to be the uniform of SD sister loans by Mr. Arif.

"Son't make warm tea huh."

The image shook its head, not wanting to keep busy any further. "It's my first day M, Brother." He said that the officer's brother stopped worrying about him, "Udah used to be like this." he continued scapegoating blacken his monthly cycle.

"Eh, no, brother. It's so light." Reject Quick image.

"Related?"

Imagra. The officer's brother pulled the curtain making Citra could see the figure of Mr. Arif who was behind him.

"Where, Mom?" Asked Mr. Arif to glance at the image that looked back at the ceiling. The boy obviously avoided it.

"Regular, sir, female. First day." Bright Brother the officer did not explain more explicitly because Mr. Arif had clearly understood his point. "It just takes a little rest." Continue Brother officer while sitting in his chair.

Mr. Arif nodded in understanding, "Then I drop him, Mom. If there is anything please contact me directly. It just so happens that our house is next door."

"Oh yes, sir. Fine."

Mr. Arif said he was escorted out by the officer's brother to the doorstep of the UKS. While Citra just glanced with her tail her eyes saw her teacher was gone. A sigh of relief escaped just like that.

Huff.

"Holy stuff, Dek. Mr. Arif has nitipin." The officer said.

The image mumbled in the heart, 'titip tipped, I guess what item titip titip.'

He closed his eyes enjoying this precious time of truancy. Rarely can he skip class. Should he thank Lord Arif?!

Tok to tok.

"Excuse me, Mom."

The image and the officer's brother turned around simultaneously.

"What's up, Deck?" Ask the officer's sister to Citra's underclassman.

"This is a deposit from Mr. Arif, he was told to take to the UKS for sick students."

The image of frowning saw the officer's brother receive a bottle of warm water coated with cloth and a bottle of pain relief drink that his mother usually prepared in the closet for him every time he came to the moon.

"That's it, Mom."

"Yes, thank you."

"Together, Mom. Excuse me."

"Yes." Yeah."

The officer's brother approached Citra's bed who was still staring confused at the bottles. "For you it looks like. The teacher was very good on Deck. Don't forget to say thank you to him."

The image of a smile is forced, "Yes, Mom." The answer is to drink herbal medicine with the help of the officer's brother.

"It's on the press in his stomach to let the pain decrease."

Imagra. He received the bottle and pressed on his stomach with the contents of the blank head.

This Mr. Arif possessed by a good genie has he forgotten to take medicine? The serem ya.

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