My Favorite You's

Mr. Arif the Strange

Citra is working on twenty chemical problems that have been distributed by Mr. Arif as one of the selection materials for the Chemistry Olympiad competition. Honestly Citra really likes this lesson especially how to teach Mr. Arif quite fun just that he does not like how Mr. Arif treats him. He had to undergo various types of disciplinary punishment just because of small mistakes that should be enough with a reprimand. Therefore Citra became more quiet in Pak Arif's class. He went forward to work on the problem if the rest of the image is designated passive. The origin of all the tasks, the repetition is done well, he does not care about other aspects of judgment. He did not even expect to get along with the young master like his other friends.

"Wish intention as if to vice school." Abu whispered in his ear. His friend who was working on a given problem with the origin because he was not interested in this race at all.

"You want to prove it to Mr. Arif that I can't just be legal in his class." Answer Citra while continuing to doodle on empty paper. Occasionally his forehead shriveled, thinking hard to solve these problems.

"good. I support then. All right, if you're good grades, paste it in his face." Kekeh Abu gave a thumbs up to Citra with a louder laugh.

"No courage. It's grumpy."

"Who's that bad?"

The image flinched, while Abu immediately pretended to take the matter seriously.

"Oh, sir, it's so fierce." Answer Citra, origin. In front of him Mr. Arif was watching. The teacher was silent as well as Citra lowered her head deeper when Mr. Arif did not also leave from before him.

How can a concentrator work if supervised? Impregnating image.

Not long after, Mr. Arif moved from his side, as usual around checking his student's work. The image of glancing at the teacher with his tail, the aura of killing Mr. Arif was clearly recorded in his subconscious. Whatever his face, still Citra could not shake his memory of the punishments given by Mr. Arif. Citra does not know if only he has this feeling but the punishment he got built an invisible wall between himself and Mr. Arif. When his friends were so easy to get along with the young teacher, he felt even more distant. If his friends have formed a study group with Mr. Arif as a guide, he was not even invited to join. The image does not matter because he also greatly minimizes his meeting with Mr. Arif but as a student and ordinary teenager sometimes he feels that Mr. Arif does not like schoolgirls like him. Abu and Agus who also often get punished with him can even play futsal with Mr. Arif in the afternoon while he,-- ah already, no need to ask again.

A long bell sounds indicating the class is over.

Citra put her things in a bag not forgetting to collect the results of her work in front.

"You nebeng?" Lisna. Their house was unidirectional but Citra did not have the heart to Lisna who had to drive her first because Lisna's house was closer than school.

"Don't. I'll wait for ojek." Reject Citra clutching her side bag.

"Nebeng Mr. Arif if so. I'll talk to you later."

The image shook quickly, "No. There was me dying before his time. Okay, it's okay. Ojek here already knows everyone." He would rather walk than be stuck with Mr. Arif. Huh, horrible.

"I'll drop you off then. Get home, half way." Lisna knew Citra always felt bad but she also did not have the heart to let her best friend ride ojek.

"Ck, no need. Thanks to ya." The image patted her best friend's shoulder so that Lisna was not so worried about her, "I am okay. Seriously."

Lisna nodded, "Yes." He said a small smile.

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All students have disbanded. The image that again had to ride the motorcycle rushed to the front of the road to find a conventional motorcycle whose motorcycle face he had already recognized. The base in front of the school will always be crowded but can also not be part ojek because not a few students who use their services to go back to school.

"Well more ojek, Citra?"

The image was again taken by surprise by the existence of Mr. Arif. He nodded respectfully to the teacher, "Yes, sir."

"Pak Bambang has not returned from the village? "

"No, Sir. Excuse me, sir." The image of a small running immediately did not want to linger with Mr. Arif. He further accelerated his steps towards the ojek base when he realized the teacher who was happy to punish him was still behind him following with a motorbike.

"Tri Dharma Home, sir." Tell the image to the motorcycle taxi driver.

The image lifted a little skirt when riding on the motorbike. His right hand held his long skirt so as not to roll the motor trellis while his left hand held on the back. Throughout the journey Citra focused in front and as he looked back, he found Pak Arif's motorbike following the motorcycle that carried him. The image hurriedly shifted its gaze. He sat stiffly and for the first time Citra felt the journey to the house was really far and tiring.

After a long and tiring journey, the ojek finally arrived in front of his house.

The image jumped down and almost fell because the skirt was related in the motorcycle saddle.

"Be careful, Ma'am."

Citra. He took out a wallet from his bag and immediately widened in shock when he did not find the contents of his wallet only two thousand rupiah.

"Sir, wait a minute. My money is not enough." The image hurriedly put his wallet back in the bag and rushed into the house to retrieve the money.

The image ran in without taking off her shoes past her Mama just like that.

"Greetings first, Miss Jen."

"Assalamu'alaikum mama." Shouted Citra while entering her room. He returned from the room and accidentally closed the door. "Sorry Maaaa." His screams ran out

Mama just shook her head to see her son running towards the pinta, "Children can't be soft, Ma'am." Mumbles clucking.

While Citra who just brought back ten thousands of dollars was surprised not to find Ojek who was riding in front of the fence. "Nothing is there?" Only Mr. Arif has just entered through the gate of the house. The image then searches for the person to the end of the road but does not find it. After a long search and the person did not show up as well, Citra decided to go home.

The image entered the house while saying greetings, "Assalamu'alaikum, Ma." He sat next to his mother greeting the woman.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Why did you run?"

The image shows the money of ten thousand who have been scrapped, "The motorcycle driver said. Jena just took the money and fit back his person was not there."

"Oh yeah?"

Citra nodded, "But tomorrow we will meet at school. His dad likes to hang out there."

"Oh yes. Later on back in Ma'am. Cassian."

"Yes, Ma. Jena to the room, Mah. Change, not comfortable." Pamit Citra is up from there.

But before actually entering the room, his mother's words made her step fixated on the doorstep.

"Sir, in the refrigerator is Jamu from Budhe Lia. Good for relieving pain while launching menstruation."

"Kok budhe tau Jena again dapet?" Ask wonder. Mama can't be a bucket dong ya around the village just want to ngabarin her daughter is M, whatan bangat try.

"Pak Arif said that Mbak Jen did not enter his class because of illness on the first day of M. That's why budhe bawain's."

Image of closing mouth in disbelief. Holy hooch! Mr Arif until the same report from his mother? The image held his suddenly dizzy head.

Not all of them reported in PRT?!

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