My Favorite You's

Visiting the Sick

"God! Just bengong!"

Image jumped, reflexively hitting Abu with an orange tumbler in his hand, "A human kayak appears?" His wrath on Abu surprised him.

"Cannot. Want what?" Challenge Abu memelet to a friend who sometimes karyab sometimes fuss. The image snorted then once again hit the head of the rancid bloke with the tumbler ignoring his ringing.

"Ngapain anyway? I'm just a single-handedly." Abu was sitting next to Citra who had been staring blankly at the teacher's room. Abu who was busy playing futsal was curious about what his best friend did. Afraid that Papi's favorite child is possessed by a mango tree guard where the barges of astral beings.

The image pushed Abu far too uncomfortable with the man's sweaty body, "Ck. Ah, don't bother." Dismissed.

Ash took a safe distance, sick also in the impact of the tumbler size of one liter was many times "Pak Arif huh?" He rubbed his shoulder which was hit.

"Yes." Yeah."

"DARK!!"

"AHHHH! What the hell is screaming." The image rubbed his ears whose hum reached the heart. Abu's mouth can be dangerous for his hearing.

The guy glared in disbelief at the answer given the image of "Ngapain see-and-see Mr Arif? Has your hatred turned into love? "

"DIED AMIT AMIT."

Abu sneered, "Amit amit long ago so Aamin aamiin." His god made Citra shudder in horror.

"Don't get to ya. Don't get to."

"So who knows, Cit." said Abu reminded his friend who is still stubborn. "For a long time talk of tau tau tasa."

Image mendelik unhappy, "You are what kind of friend the hell. That's bad for you." Omel Citra was not happy to hear that terrible sentence. PLEASE YES, THIS IS MR. ARIF WHOSE NAME HAS OFFICIALLY BECOME A MIDDLE NAME.

"Fuckin' ugly prayers. Modelan Mr. Arif is where the ugly prayer. There's also him who's unlucky to get a stubborn girl like you." Tukas Abu was not satisfied with hitting him mentally. Too honest this one human child.

"I am this obedient." Deny the image does not accept the accusation of stubbornness. If he is stubborn, it has been a long time since he hit his head to the head of Mr. Arif. Who knows, the teacher's brain was stirred and got a more normal brain than before.

"Substance. Uniforms should be worn every day. Dyingetin has not been sold yet. How Mr. Arif is not in the mood to try to meet you."

"Non't use a hot filter anyway! DON'T DISTURB IT! HUSH HUSH!" Tukas Citra. No one has a friend who can be an ally. Ngenes.

Instead of leaving, Abu instead approached Citra whispering softly to his friend, "You want to hear a secret about Mr. Arif is not?"

"No, I lied to you the most." Resist the image pushing Abu far away.

Abu clucked, "Seriously. I swear to God."

"Aren't you an Atheist?"

"Kamprett the boy. Wanna hear it?" Said Abu getting anxious to check someone's neck.

The image raised one eyebrow, "What the hell is it?" Ask folded his hands on his chest as if he did not need this information even though he was very curious to hear the news of his teacher who did not enter school today.

Citra should have remained with his stance, It should not have to serve this kind of Abu, It should have directly kicked Abu to Pluto since then rather than now regret hearing his words.

"Pak Arif did not go to school, Sick Malarindu same schoolgirl love Citra Jenaya."

"The B*ngsat!"

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"Mbak Jen until when do you look at the same door like that?"

The image blinked, beside him there was a thread looking at him tired.

"Turn around yuk, Deck." Citra looked at her sister.

The little boy sighed as if he was tired of his brother's stability. He was asking to be delivered now even want to go home.

"Where is Jen's mother. He said he wanted to see Mr. Arif, now even ask to go home. That's why Alul didn't want to do it." Omel his sister.

Imagery manyun. YES HOW DOOOONG. Suddenly he hesitated with his own head. Okay, visiting the sick person let alone the neighbor is a good thing but this is Mr. Arif loh. THINK WHAT'S CIIIIT?

"Sir Arif seems to need a wife, Dek. We're going to go back."

Alul rolled his eyeballs, "Trus porridge in the hands of Mbak Jen how? If mama asks why the porridge is taken home how?"

The image sighed tiredly, only to realize that there was a small bushel in his hand that the mother held for their neighbor. Imagra. It seemed like he had no way to retreat now.

Tok to tok.

The image glares horror. His sister had just knocked on the door with a sinless face as if she wanted to say 'This is how to knock on the door, Jen's sister.'

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Arif."

"HEY!" The image widens the eyes, nudging his sister full of warning, "Since when did Mr. Arif become your mas?"

"From time. Jen's mother doesn't know." Replied the ungodly sister again knocking on the door ignoring the sharp gaze of the older brother, "Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Arif."

Pasrah image. He took a step back as soon as someone opened the door from the inside. The haggard face nodded.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Loh, Sister Jen? Lul?"

Screaming image, "Hehe, Mr. Arif." Rigid sweep. I swear yes, Mr. Arif's waking face turned out to be very human. ASTAGFIRULLAH!!! The image shook tightly. What did he think he was? ahad!

"Mas Arif's. It's Jen's sister who's making sure she looks." Say small mouth alul who really want Citra to keep silent using a loud cover in his hand.

"Oh yeah?"

Alul nodded, "Dibawain is also porridge, Mas." Continue alul who seemed to plan to ruffle his face in front of Mr. Arif.

"No, Sir. Mom's crept." Denying Image. His hand quietly clasped his sister's waist made the child complain EXCESSIVELY.

"Oh yeah? Thank you, also say the same Miss Widya Thank you to me." Mr. Arif said he received the bushel from Citra, "You want to go in first?"

"No u---"

"You, Mas." Cut Alul quickly make Citra bite lips fat. This sister is really-HIIIH!!! It feels like he wants to rub his face to the point.

"Please come in." Mr. Arif let two of his guests in and let the two of them pass him and then he closed the door staring at the small back that just passed by with a difficult gaze to interpret.

Unlike most guests who are immediately invited to sit in the living room, Citra and Alul walk into the family room. Citra already knows Alul's main target is the archery field in the house then what should he do now? The image of looking back almost collided with Mr. Arif if only his teacher did not immediately brake.

"Here, sir, let Jena be ready. You haven't eaten, have you?" Okay Citra Jenayaaaa, think what are you now? Wanna kill yourself? Da? "But if--"

"Thank you, you guys, please with the drinking water." Said Mr. Arif handed over the rantang that Citra received with a stiff movement.

"Yes, sir." The image hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. Both with Mr. Arif the atmosphere is really gripping. His heart cannot beat normally.

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