My student's my future husband?
Episode 117's

"You got a boyfriend?" ask a voice from behind Ferdian's body.

Ferdian was surprised.

"Hey, Trey!" his face grinned stiffly.

Trey laughing. "Definitely long distance relationship is torturing you huh?" said sympathize.

"Yes, that's it. I have to be patient."

"I was like that too. It's just, our relationship is over."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Let's go to class!" bring a man whose face is similar to Peter Parker in the latest version of Spiderman. At least, that's what Ferdian thought when he saw Trey.

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The night felt cold piercing the skin. Though the air conditioner is not on, and the window is closed. Ajeng wrapped his body in his thick blanket and tried to fall back asleep after Ferdian called. But it turns out the drowsiness is difficult to come back. He even thought about his first night with his students at that time.

"Arghhh....Ferdians!" he cried out a little, when his sweet memory had frustrated him tonight.

Arsene squirms beside him. Ajeng closed his mouth. He forgot that Arsene was sleeping next to him, not in his little cot.

"Mimi" he said softly. The boy's eyes opened and looked at his mother.

"Here's Mommy's hug, you must be cold huh?"

He pulls Arsene's body into his arms. But the boy's hand hit his mother's chest and tugged at her shirt.

"Mommy get me some water, okay?"

"Mimi...!" whining.

With a quick step, Ajeng brought warm drinking water to Arsene's small glass.

"Mimi is white water? Acen is already big, the white water is rich Mommy," persuaded Ajeng.

Arsene is in the weaning stage. Ajeng attempted to apply weaning with love in Arsene's weaning process. Many experts say that this is the best technique in weaning so that the child will not experience fear or trauma. So Ajeng tried maybe to give comfort to his son. He has also reduced the frequency of breastfeeding his children and more nutritious food.

Arsene gulped down the drinking water given by his mother. For five days now, Arsene woke up only once and asked for a drink, just Ajeng enough to give him water, not ASI. Not long after, Arsene looked sleepy again. Ajeng clutched the tiny body of his son and covered him. But Arsene's legs dodged as a blanket covered her body. The air felt very cold for Ajeng. The boy turned his body and turned his back on his mother. He fell asleep after that.

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Ferdian has read the contents of the letter of agreement offered by Trey. She has also signed an agreement to model in one photo session for ten men's clothing suits belonging to the Curtis.Co brand. There were no other strange terms, so he agreed. Of course, he will get a large enough payment from his work, especially in the form of dollars.

"It's Trey!" said Ferdian gave Trey the approval paper.

"Thank you very much. I'll measure your body first." Trey took the body gauge from his desk drawer. He took a small chair and rode it.

"You're so tall, how tall is your body?" trey asked as he measured the circumference of the arm from the top of the chair.

"185 cm."

"Wow!"

"Hey Ridho, instead of staying there, can you help me?" exclamation Trey. Ridho was in Trey's room too, he was watching Trey's fashion magazine.

"okay."

Ridho walked to Ferdian's side. Ridho does have a higher body than Trey. Although he is also somewhat shorter than Ferdian.

"Hold it here. I'll take note of every Ferdian's size" Trey said, so that Ridho would hold the edge of the gauge on Ferdian's shoulder. While he recorded it himself, the sizes were to be sent to the production team in order to immediately make a product that matched Ferdian's size.

Almost thirty minutes were spent measuring Ferdian's body which was now starting to get a little dense as muscles formed around his arms and chest.

"OK done. I'll call you back when our fashion products are finished."

"All right."

"Thank you so much Ferdian and Ridho. Where are you going this afternoon?"

"We have religious studies" Ferdian said.

"Ooh, are you Muslim?"

"Yes. Well then excuse us first" said Ferdian.

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The Islamic studies were completed that afternoon. But because they promised to meet Patricia in the afternoon, Ferdian and Ridho decided to stay in the mosque while waiting for Ashar to arrive. They walked down the hallway of the mosque from the first floor to the fifth floor. There was a small library in the corner of the fourth-floor hallway, they entered it. The library was not very spacious, with bookshelves attached to the walls. There were no tables or chairs, there was only a wide carpet there that could be a seat. The library looked empty, there was no one there except the two of them.

Ferdian noticed the title of the book collection standing neatly inside the shelf. It turns out that the collection is quite a lot, there are Islamic history books, Islamic jurisprudence, monotheism, worship, sharia, politics, and public books. Ferdian took a book on Islamic politics. He just found out that Islam also discusses politics, so he wanted to read it for a while. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, then opened one by one the pages of the book.

It turns out that the book discusses many ideologies that were born in the world, including Islam one of them. He also knew that Islam had its own system of government that once stood. But he did not understand why the politics of Islam he did not find now, is it because it is too considered primitive? He wanted to find out more clearly, it seemed like he would ask Ustadz Ahmed in the next study.

Ridho is moving towards Ferdian.

"Pretty Fer!"

"Ah you mah, all are beautiful."

"Yes a beautiful woman, a handsome time?!" ridho Protest.

"Yes there with acquaintances!

"Shame, Fer!"

"When you will never know."

"Other times. Adhan, is there wudhu?" ask Ridho.

"Son, it's farted just now!"

"Jiahhh, slovenly!"

It turned out that there were a pair of ears hearing the Indonesian conversation of the two men, making him smile while holding his laughter.

Ridho and Ferdian came out of the library after they put down the book they had taken. They were talking to the hijab woman earlier, making Ridho put his gaze down while smiling thinly. It turned out that the woman returned Ridho's smile even though her eyes looked down. While Ferdian looked at the woman smiling at Ridho who was walking in front of him. Accidentally, Ferdian's and the woman's gazes met, quickly the woman looked down. The woman's lips also smiled faintly.

The two men returned to the first floor to fetch some ablution water.

"Dho, that woman is smiling at you!" whispered Ferdian as he set his foot on the stairs.

"Oh yeah? Time?"

"Yes, I see!"

"Keep with you?"

"Smile too, but I won't reply, hehe!"

"Yes, your smile is the only one Miss Ajeng."

"Yes dong!"

The two men chuckled as they entered the prayer room. Other worshippers flocked to close ranks and began their worship in the afternoon.

Jama'ah greet each other after the prayer is finished. That way, the bonds of brotherhood of fellow Muslims can be firmly established, even though they do not know each other. Only the bond of faith unites them here in the house of God.

"Yuk Fer, hunt Patricia wait there!" said Ridho standing from the carpet pad.

"Ciyee, who wants to see you," teased Ferdian.

"Ehhhh, not yet! He is non-Muslim. So it can't be a priority" Ridho rubbed his face.

"Can be guided."

"Yes, ah I don't want to bring feelings first. Focus on studying here."

"But bring the soul mate home is a bonus. Mr. Yusuf and Ms. Narti must be very fond, his son returned home with a mate."

"Yes hopefully can be sholeha," hoped Ridho.

"Aamiin's."

Both of them stood up and set their feet out of the prayer room.

"Ferdian, Riddho!" call Ustadz Ahmed from the pulpit. Both looking.

"Why Tadz?" ask Ridho.

"Do any of you intend to get married?" ask Ustadz Ahmed before they leave.

DEG.

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