My student's my future husband?
Episode 111

The slender woman with her hair draped immediately sat in front of Ferdian. He stabbed the brownish red sausage with a fork in his left hand. Sometimes he tucked his blond hair behind his ear. Highlight his eyes steal the look of the sharp nose man in front of him.

"I'm Patricia Bocchi, from Italy," he introduced himself without being asked.

Ferdian raised his eyebrows, then smiled faintly.

"I'm Ferdian from Indonesia, and this is my best friend, Ridho."

"Oh, I thought you were from Korea."

Ferdian and Ridho both chuckled.

"You both have narrow eyes, even though you look more like a Korean artist, Cha Eunwoo," he said again pointing to Ferdian.

"Ah, thank you, you flatter me yes" said Ferdian. He was holding back the real laugh.

"Then what about me?" ask Ridho, "do I also like Korean artist Lee Minho?" tanyanya with English accent Sundanese. Ferdian chokes.

Patricia laughed wide even her tongue was until it was seen.

"Ah, sorry."

At first glance the woman looked and noticed Ridho's face with her small and wide eyes.

"Ah, you too, you are at first glance similar to Do Kyungsoo."

"Saha eta teh(who is it)?" ask Ridho to Ferdian. However, the man next to her shrugged his shoulders.

"He's a member of one of the famous KPOP boy bands as well, if you don't know yet" Patricia said, as if he understood Ridho's question.

Ridho just made fun of it. Ferdian shook his head still holding back his laughter.

The breakfast menu has been spent, even had a few times to add. Indeed the stomach of the Indonesian people, eating without rice is considered not eating and not full. So they take a lot of carb and protein menu rather hunger pangs do not interfere with training today.

"It's nice to meet you, Ferdian and Ridho," Patricia said when the plate was empty. "We're friends from now on, aren't we?" tanyakanya.

"okay!" answer Ferdian briefly.

He passed by with a big smile.

"Beautiful to Fer!" said Ridho as Patricia left their table.

"Beauty Ajeng!"

"Well, yes I gave up on the same charm as Miss Ajeng."

A well-built, broad-shouldered and tall man came to the trainees. It stands near the buffet table located in the middle, surrounded by dining tables.

"The training will start in fifteen minutes in room 37A, you better all get ready!"

"Eternal race, Dho!" exclaimed Ferdian to Ridho who was still struggling to spend his additional pancakes.

"Get the fuck off my stomach, Fer!"

"You have added a lot! Look back to Indonesia you're fat again."

"Duh don't doain that dong Fer, later I'm difficult to get a mate. Though it was said to look like Do, who it is," although he did not know who but he was sure that Do Kyungsoo was handsome like Lee Minho.

Finally Ridho's plate is slippery and clean. Ferdian waited for his best friend, then went upstairs to prepare for their first training, which began with leadership materials.

The study and training room is arguably not too spacious, with wide chairs and tables neatly lined up around each side of the room. There are a lot of trainees there. Ferdian and Ridho entered the classroom, making the attention of the participants turned towards them, especially Ferdian who walked firmly in front of Ridho. Both of them sat on the chair on the left side of the room. They smiled at the other participants who were still looking at them. Ferdian's heart was a little nervous, this was his first time attending this kind of training. He had to be serious so as not to disappoint his father.

A well-built man with broad shoulders and a brown bewok around his face, entered the classroom. The man looked dignified, wearing a dark-grey suit and his shiny shoes, he looked towards all the participants.

"Good morning, everybody!" greet the man. Classes will start soon. No one else came to the class. He closed the door that had a bit of frosted glass in the middle.

"Good morning!" answer all participants.

"I'm Sir Jason Smith, you can call me Mr. Smith. In our first class this time, I want you to introduce yourself first to me and your other friends," said the man loudly, walking around the middle of the table surrounding him.

"Introduction, please start from the left first!" he shouted as he extended his hand to a dark-skinned and curly-haired participant. The man also stood up.

"Note your name, origin, and what your current job is!"

The man gave his name, Eduardo Mocco, from South Africa, as the manager of a British publishing company. He sat down again after introducing himself. The lecturer pointed to the next man, who was none other than Ridho. Ridho stood up, looking confident, he tidied up his suit.

"Hi all! My name is Ridho Effendi, and it comes from Indonesia. My job is a marketing manager at a property company. Thank you." Thank you."

Ferdian stood up, his jaw looking hardened from nervousness. He sighed.

"Good morning everyone. I am Ferdian Winata from Indonesia. I work as a business owner and developer of a cafe and restaurant."

The trainees were seen whispering with a friend beside them. I don't know what they were whispering at the time. Either because he just introduced himself as the owner of a cafe or other things. But Ferdian did not care, he sat back on his chair and folded his hands on the table.

The introduction continued until there was not one of them left. Mr. Smith started the morning material with vigor. The faces of the participants look enthusiastic in the manner of delivery of the man who came from New York. Similarly to Ridho and Ferdian, they recorded every point that was considered important. Until it is not felt, time has run so fast.

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Meanwhile, in other parts of the world. Ajeng looks restless in his sleep. He closed his eyes, changed his sleeping position. But his efforts have not yielded results. Though usually when the room lights have begun to turn off, his eyes will quickly be closed. Of course with a warm hug from the husband who was beside her. That was how he felt, the second night without Ferdian, made himself lose something very valuable. Her mind continued to fly across continents and oceans, hoping her husband could reach her at this time, at 23:30 p.m. He could only look at Arsene's peaceful face.

A phone call sounded from his left side. Immediately, his hand grabbed him, looking at the name plastered on the screen. He smiled widely.

"Darling...."

"You haven't slept?" ask Ferdian across the street.

"I can't sleep" Ajeng said, sounding spoiled.

"Why? Is it almost midnight?"

"Yes, I don't know either! Maybe because I keep thinking of you."

Ferdian's little laugh sounded crisp.

"I miss you." said Ajeng who could no longer hide his longing and loss.

"Me too, be patient, dear, and you don't have to count the days so that it doesn't last long. You have to be busier and more attentive with Arsene, so that the longing can be a little covered."

"Where is your training there?"

"It just finished first class. The material is amazing. I became more aware of my own potential and advantages."

"Goodoo. How do you call me at this hour?"

"I don't know, rich has a calling of the heart."

The corner of Ajeng's lips widened, he realized the signal he sent could be received very well by her husband. It's good that God wants to send that signal to Ferdian.

"Honey," call Ferdian.

"Sleeping, tomorrow's work, right?"

"Yes. But I still want to hear your voice."

"Me too but I have to go to class again."

"That's it?"

"Tomorrow I'll call you again, greetings and kisses from daddy to Arsene."

"okay."

"I love you!"

"Love you more!" reply Ajeng.

"Bye Honey!"

"Bye."

The heart that had been restless since then, now changed with a blanket of calm that made him comfortable. She kept praying in her heart that God would protect her husband wherever he was. His eyes were closed, and his soul was called by the subconscious that brought him to sleep that night.

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