My Favorite You's
Both Mr. Arif
The image returned to the living room carrying a tray on top of which was a bowl of porridge and a glass of water. The teenage girl breathed for a moment before greeting her teacher who was sitting with her head on the back of the sofa.
"Please, Sir." Said slowly. Mr. Arif straightened his back straight, sat down properly. Frankly, Citra is very eager to avoid this kind of situation, trapped both Mr. Arif but the universe always betrayed his wishes. And what the hell he always wanted to trap himself in this kind of situation. Huff, Citra Jenayaaaa, next time do not be too ngide to make it to the lair of Mr. Arif, Suicide his name.
"Thank you, Jen."
Well, this again. Somehow Citra always felt her face warm up every time Mr. Arif called her Mbak Jen, it felt like they were pretty close people.
"Together, sir." The image stood up awkwardly. Glancing at the left right looked for the whereabouts of his unseen sister.
"Alul is in the park, Ma'am. Archery." Said Mr. Arif who realized the confusion of the teenage girl in front of him. Today his disciple looked different from his usual. All this time his neighbors always wear clothes that he said are the most comfortable in the world, hotpants and t-shirts were undressing on her body but now the long black haired girl was wearing a toad pants and oversize clothes that made her look-Beautiful, sweet and adorable-Astagfirullah. The young master cleared his throat, rubbing his face rough. The demons have started guerrilla like him
"Why, Sir? Not good, huh?" Tanya Citra saw the strange gurgle of her teacher.
Mr. Arif shook his head, "Enak." The answer is short and then go back to eating the porridge in a little hurry.
"Eh, relax, sir. I'm not asking for it." Citra hastily gave white water to Mr. Arif who choked on the porridge.
"Thank you." Young Mr. Arif said slowly. The image of the mangosteen, grimacing pay attention to the way Pak Arif eats that is too hasty.
Hungry this time around. Want to be surprised but this is Mr. Arif whose personality likes to change depending on the weather.
"Sit, Ma'am."
"Ah yes." The image that had only realized him since just now just stood up directly to take a seat on the single sofa which was quite a distance from Mr. Arif. If you can go as far as the north and south poles.
"Yes, sir?" He was so astonished that he saw the teacher's appetite, which in no way indicated a sick person. Mr. Arif nodded. 'great. Oh yes, sir. It's my money last day." The image of removing money from his pants pocket considering the purpose why he dared to trap himself in this house because he wanted to replace the money Mr. Arif used to pay for the missing motorcycle. The image of putting ten thousand pieces of money on the table. "Thank you, sir" he said carefully. Frightened Mr. Arif suddenly relapsed and threw him with a plate he thought. Anyway, what is in the head of this Jenaya Image is just the figure of Mr. Arif who is like a unstable monster.
Mr. Arif just glanced at the money and then just gawked into the kitchen after spending the porridge on his plate. The image that has memorized the habits of Mr. Arif who likes mood-mood and not clearly rushed to the kitchen and then snatched the plate that the man was about to wash.
"Just me, sir. Mr. Istrahat just watching tv."
Mr. Arif away from the sink, not directly to the TV room but watch the image of the washing dishes and used glasses.
"Miss Jen can do the dishes?" Asked the man raise one eyebrow of sanctions.
The image of her self-esteem as a woman who has started her dishwashing career since the third grade of SD smiles slanted, "Wash the roof of the house as well I can, sir. Would you like to wash the roof of your house?" Ask the circus without looking at Mr. Arif.
"no need. Just according to my words."
The image of sneering, nagging without a sound is indeed his skill.
"Where did you learn? Smoothly?"
"Excite, sir. Especially today, beuuuh nginap in school also I want" Citra said fiery.
"Oh yeah? Tumbens. Usually run away to the UKS."
Because there is no father today. The young girl said in her heart.
"Schooler?" Ask Mr. Arif astonished.
The image flutters hands, "Udah, sir, don't think about it. Going to the middle room, sitting, ngadem, I make milk to be healthy."
"I have to take medicine not to drink milk." Said Mr. Arif leaving the kitchen followed by Citra.
"Tea's warm, will you?" The image followed his teacher until he sat down.
"Please warm water." Said Mr. Arif leaning his head on the back of the sofa. Looks very tired. The image that saw him slightly regretting his roar in school heard his nemesis teacher not enter teaching because of illness.
"Where's the cure, sir? Let me take it all." Imagery offers itself.
"In the room, on the nightstand." Replied Mr. Arif was powerless.
The image stared at the door of one of the closed rooms. This means he has to go in Mr. Arif's room, is that it? I'm just horrified. What if it is so narrow?
"If I can't, I'll amb--"
"Eh, can, sir. Can." The image restrained Mr. Arif who was about to stand up. He immediately ran to the room and paused for a moment at the door. "This, sir, his room?" The image turned to Mr. Arif.
"Yes." Yeah."
The image nodded slowly. With doubt at the turn of the door knob then slowly the door of the white-painted room opened which immediately gave off a pleasant fragrance that was no stranger to Jenaya. Exactly the smell Mr. Arif. Stop first! Don't misunderstand me. Not that Citra likes to sniff Mr. Arif yes but the trail left by the fierce father is like this, warm and soothing. Make it linger.
Think of it as a sassy image but because this is rare and may only happen once in his lifetime, he immediately scanned every corner of the room and the furniture in the room. Thank goodness he could find a photo of a woman in this room, he could make the latest gossip in his school. Or for example the images of unfriendly children in illegal magazines can also be used as a weapon to threaten Mr. Arif. Yes, even though the look of the alim tempted difficult, still the name of the man must have been yes yes want to peek a little. At least for reference. ASTAGHFIRULLAH CITRAAAA, WHAT A BAD THOUGHT YOU HAVE, SON! The image hit his own head to drive out the whispers of the devil. Mr. Arif despite the exact behavior of the dakjal drip but memorize the last ten verses of Al Kahfi, can be fended off by the black influence.
"Mbak Jen - -"
"ASAFIRULLAH, PAAAAAK!!!" The image held onto his chest, almost his heart leaping out, "DON'T THE SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF DONG, SIR. IT'S A HUMAN HEART NOT A BANANA HEART IF IN THE DISLODGE LIVE IN COCONUT SAUCE." The omelnya Capslock, forgetting that in front of him this is a teacher who must be in a guise and in his imitators not even in teriaki like a clothesline.
"Sorry." Said Mr. Arif holding on to the door frame, just winking funny when yelled at by his own student, "Mbak Jen why? How long?"
Imaged image directly dipped flutter. Too detailed to pay attention to every corner of the room until it forgets its original purpose. Yes anyways have a room really comfortable warm, make it feel at home deh-EH!
"Eh, sorry, sir." Citra hurriedly took the medicine package on the nightstand and rushed out past Mr. Arif.
"My room is comfortable?" Asked Mr. Arif following Citra who was walking clumsyly in front.
Imagery grimacing. Without turning his head he nodded, "Repy, fragrant too." he admitted honestly.
"It's good that Jen likes it."
What does Paaaak have to do???! Jena shook her head in confusion. It is hard to understand this human being.
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