My student's my future husband?
Episode 120's

The sound of a rushing shower rang out, Ferdian was rinsing his foam-stained body from his liquid soap. His muscles, which he trained a few months ago, still remain strong and prominent in his arms, back, and chest. The man covered his tap, then dried his body with a towel, and walked out of his bathroom.

At that moment he heard something from the direction of his desk. The vibration of his phone sounded strong, although there was no ringtone there. Almost the phone fell off his desk if he didn't catch it immediately. His Skype app is on, it's from his wife.

“Hai, Babe!” he was drying his still wet hair. His body was bare-chested, and his bottom was still wrapped around a towel there.

Ajeng's face that appeared on the phone screen scrunched her eyes, as she looked at her husband's body without a single piece of clothing. He closed his eyes with one hand.

“Emang you do not miss the same sturdy body I?” ferdian teased his wife. The camera of his phone is precisely directed to the chest of his field.

“Ferdiaaaaan!” shouted Ajeng.

“Why?”

“I can't hug you, so don't make me ‘halu’ with you!” said Ajeng pouting.

“You just wear that sexy dress, try ducking a little!” seductive Ferdian, again made his wife scream, then shut her mouth because she forgot Arsene was sleeping next to him. Ajeng moved places and entered into his changing room.

“Wear clothes first there, later in the wind you know!” serang Ajeng saw Ferdian instead leaning on his mattress cot.

“No ah, let it be like this. Let you shadow me,” god again with the expression of my face and sexist.

“Most of you later who can not sleep, or the ends of wet dreams,” said Ajeng made fun of.

Ferdian chuckles to himself. His wife's words were right, even in this month he often had wet dreams because the desire of his body was not channeled properly.

“Why laugh?” ask Ajeng.

“Nothing. I'm wearing clothes first jerk ya?”

“Iya!”

“You saw a fantastic show?” tempt Ferdian shook his head.

“Enggaaaak! Cepetan, I also want to drink first.”

Ferdian smiled in a jolt, he longed to tease his wife directly. After marriage, it is indeed the hobby he likes the most, tempting his wife on the bed.

Ferdian left his phone and app on, while he picked up his long black t-shirt and put it on. Ferdian picked up the phone again when his body was fully dressed.

“Udah done?” asked when she saw her husband was back.

“Udah. So what was it like?”

“Bule girl was really just temen?” tanya Ajeng squinted her eyes.

“That's it, I told you I only love you!” that answer made Ajeng look blushing.

“Keep why did you two talk that way?”

“He again confided, because there is a problem with Ridho. Want to know something?” ferdian Fishing.

“Emang what is it?” tanya Ajeng.

“Ridho can first kiss from Patricia.”

“Oh, really?!”

Ferdian nodded, “kasian Ridho actually, Patricia stole her first kiss. But yes that is, if you are already in love can make people go crazy and not sane. Ridho was furious, so Patricia became anxious.”

“Keep your advice is the same as Ridho?”

“I can't give you anything. If the child is angry, no advice will come in. So I asked Patricia to apologize, but after Ridho's condition was normal" Ferdian explained, his left hand was busy combing his hair with his long finger.

Ajeng.

“So Patricia likes the same Ridho?”

“Iya! But yes because Patricia is different religion, that's what makes Ridho can't accept him.”

“Life principles huh? Yes how else, the girl must appreciate Ridho anyway.”

“Iya, right. I'm so confused about Ridho now and he's sick.”

“Wah Ridho until sick? Very cool, definitely keep thinking tuh.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Hmm..., let me think!”

While waiting for his wife's answer, Ferdian instead looked at his wife's thinking face and did not look back at him. Her smooth white collar neck, her beautiful collarbone, and of course her slightly open upper chest made her mind wander a little into her wild fantasies. If he had smelled her body, he would not have been able to resist her desire.

“How do you think?” ask Ajeng after expressing his opinion. Too bad, Ferdian's daydreams made him not catch his wife's opinion.

“Sayang...” call Ajeng.

“Eh!” Ferdian hits, “how was it?”

“Is Ridho not interested in Patricia at all?”

“Hmm, I think there is but a little possible. When I first met her, she said Patricia was beautiful. Oya yesterday, ustadz who used to review Sunday nawarin him to ta’aruf.”

“Dia want?”

“Say want to try, but do not know anymore because he did not give the answer.”

“She really needs time to think yes?”

“Iya.”

“Yes, you've asked him to tell you about his feelings now. Just keep fishing, who knows we can help.”

“Oke, I'll have him chat again.”

“Oh yes, I just realized, you don't work, honey?”

“No, the red date is here,” Ajeng replied playing his hair-child who was scattered in front of his ears.

“Oh pantesan Arsene can sleep in the morning.”

“Every night is fussy because you want mimi, but it is weaned again, so cry overnight deh.”

“I also want mimi, how dong?” ferdian Goda.

“Home here is why!” say Ajeng with high intonation.

Both of them were laughing freely, although their faces were both blushing because of their love passion that was embedded in the soul.

“You rest yes, I want to finish my work!” said Ajeng wiped his laughing tears.

“Do not want, I want to be doped!” said spoiled Ferdian.

“How do I do it online?” ajeng's face shriveled.

“Do not know, you have to be creative dong.”

“Iih, already there sleeping, tomorrow enter the class again right?”

“Do not want, anyway would like to be doped first!”

Ajeng shook his head. The most difficult thing to resist was when facing her husband who behaved like this.

“Kiss me like Arsene always did (Kiss me like Arsene always does)!” exclaim Ferdian.

“That's mah kiss the screen, not kiss your face,” said Ajeng chuckled.

“That's me, okay?" one eye twitched flirtatiously.

Ajeng did what Arsene always did, he kissed the camera phone so his lips stuck there. So did Ferdian who returned the kiss. They're kissing online, it's ridiculous.

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On Sunday morning, Trey and Ferdian walked out of Winston Tower, into a photography studio and cafe, on Randolph Street. That day, Trey will be taking photos for his latest fashion product. Some of his employees were already at the City Winery and brought a lot of equipment for the day's photo shoot.

With modern industrial concept, the cafe building as well as the photo studio looks cool with thick glass dominating 2 per 3 buildings in the form of beams. Each side of the wall is decorated with beige bricks and also matching colored wood plank. Small lights adorn the sky of the roof even though it is still morning.

Trey meets his crew and talks to them, while Ferdian sits on one of the cafe's desk chairs while paying attention to the cafe's atmosphere. The concept of this building is good, combining between a cafe and a photo studio is something brilliant. It seemed like he had to adopt this concept for his cafe.

Trey approached Ferdian with a light brown casual jacket. Behind him, some of the crew members pushed a clothes hanger that already contained some of the clothes Ferdian was going to wear that day. Then they all gathered.

“Today we will start shooting. This is Ferdian my friend. There are ten outfits to take pictures of, and we'll take semi outdoor pictures. Some dark-colored clothing will be taken inside the studio, while bright-colored clothing will be taken outside. How, are you ready, Ferdian?” bright Trey.

Ferdian nodded. Trey helped her to change her clothes in the dressing room, as the crew was busy preparing background photos and lighting in the studio room.

R&B music flowed in the studio, making the atmosphere more energetic and vibrant. Ferdian is already wearing a uniquely navy hoodie with his jeans. The collection, to be produced by Trey's company, is a winter collection of clothing worn by Ferdian inside the studio. The photographer directs it to style the way the model wants it first. With a shrewd look, Ferdian styled in front of the camera. Music helps the mood. So he could enjoy his impromptu work.

Some of the crew gave him a thumbs up, even Trey was amazed that his training friend was like a professional model who was not awkward at all. He saw the results after almost an hour of shooting in the studio.

“You did a great job, Ferdian! I salute!” puji Trey patted Ferdian's shoulder looking at the shots.

“Thank you!” ferdian.

“You rest first, the waiter will bring you food and drink here. Thirty minutes more we'll take pictures outside.”

“Good!” ferdian replied, he was resting on a sofa at the end of the room. There are some snacks, mineral water, and also fresh juices there. Ferdian gulped down his mineral water.

While enjoying the snacks presented there, Ferdian opened his phone and checked the messages that entered the instant messaging application.

[Fer, I didn't do the study first. Still not feeling well] there was a message from Ridho.

Ferdian had to leave on his own after the job was done.

Ridho had not really recovered since the incident that night, it seemed like his spirit was thinking too much about it. He continued to train, only his concentration was not full. So Ferdian asked that Patricia not greet him first.

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“Thank you so much for today, I will owe you so much if our product is in demand on the market,” Trey said after he made sure the shooting results were really good and cool.

“Sama-sama, may your efforts be smooth!” reply Ferdian.

“Now where are you going?”

“As usual, I'm going to Islamic Center.”

“Ooh, Ridho not coming?”

“No, he is still less fit like.”

“Ah so, alright! I've transferred your hard work. Please check.”

“Thank you very much, Trey! I go first huh?”

“Good.”

Ferdian walked out of the cafe. He was actually tired after spending almost two hours. It's just, losing knowledge one day seems like he will lose. So he decided to go to the Islamic Center.

Not many people walk there, when he stepped foot while walking down the wide and neat pedestrian way with fresh trees lined up. As he was about to cross to Washington Boulevard, he saw a hijab-wearing woman, wearing a terracota blazer, fall on the sidewalk.

A white and blonde man cursed him. He trampled on the papers that the Muslim women might have brought. While the woman was holding the man, her arm was then trampled hard by the man. The woman grimaced in pain. Ferdian knew the face of the Muslim. Muslim women he met last week at the Islamic Center.

"Hey what are you doing?" ferdian shouted at the male in English.

"He's a jal*ng!"

Ferdian beristighfar in heart.

"What did he do to you?" ferdian asked looking intently at the man who looked crimson with emotion.

"He is Muslim! He doesn't deserve to be here! He's*ris!" the bule man shouted while pointing at the woman, then ran fast as people started to notice her and walked towards her.

"Bad!" maki Ferdian's. He's not going after that guy. Let the security forces follow up. He had to help this woman first.

"You okay Miss?" asked Ferdian looking at the oriental-faced woman who was still holding her injured hand. His face was grimacing with fear. The woman nodded.

Ferdian looked at the woman's hands and fingers, which looked reddish bruises. He helped her stand up.

"You have to go to the clinic to be treated. I'll take you!"

"But this paper I have to carry," he said quivering.

Ferdian picked up HVS papers that contained much of that writing. This woman is a student. He collected it and took the woman to take a taxi to the nearest clinic.

"Why is he cursing at you?" ask Ferdian in English while in the taxi.

"I don't know. I was just walking home from a friend's house. Suddenly the man pushed me hard. Maybe this is just another case of Islamophobia, because I'm wearing a hijab!" the light of the woman was still holding her painful hand.

Ferdian. The news he had seen a while ago, this time happened before his eyes. It's really sad.

"The level of Islamophobia is rising lately. So you Muslim women who wear the hijab should be more careful" Ferdian said.

They stopped at a small clinic next to the highway. Ferdian paid the taxi fare.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I need to go to the clinic" she said hesitantly.

"Let me help you, consider it the kindness of your fellow Muslims."

The woman gave a small smile and received help from Ferdian. The woman was examined and treated by a doctor. While Ferdian was waiting for him just to make sure that the woman was okay. The woman came out with a bandage in her hand.

"What did the doctor say?" ask Ferdian.

"My hand had only bruises and a slight shift in the middle finger. He said he would be back to normal after about a week" she said.

Ferdian smiled, "Alhamdulillah, I hope you get well soon!"

"Thank you very much, sir! May Allah repay your kindness!" said the woman looked down.

"Aamiinu. Then I'll go first. May God protect you!"

"Wait, Sir! Whatis yourname? Who knows, I could repay your kindness one day" asked the woman in blue.

"My name is Ferdian."

"You're from Indonesia?"

"Yes, right!”

“I am Namira, I am also from Indonesia!"

"Greetings, Namira! Excuse me first, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Ferdian left the clinic. The woman continued to pay attention to the figure of Ferdian who then returned to ride a taxi.

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