My student's my future husband?
Episode 126's

Sunlight shot out from a certain angle of inclination, making Patricia scour her with her right hand. He walked alone on the sidewalk, waiting for a passing taxi. It's just that his mind's focus is not on finding a taxi. The woman continued walking until the wind did not get tired of blowing her thin hair. His mind was now linked to a man's name that had been mentioned by the foreign woman he had just met today.

Riddho

Why did that name always make him float in his mind. He himself was astonished. After the theft of his kiss made him continue to feel guilty, even though the man had forgiven him. Is the liking of the man with the chubby cheek so great? Is he obsessed with having it? Then what does Namira have to do with Ridho, to the point that he mentions the man's name? Patricia shook her head, trying to shake off all the questions that were baring her.

A taxi stopped right in front of him, after he stuck out one hand. The car sped fast on the empty road, scattering the small leaves that were on the side of the road. It did not take long to arrive at Winston Tower, Patricia had set foot in the courtyard of the building. He looked at his phone screen. The training should have finished this afternoon and the participants had already returned to their respective rooms. Hearts fretting. But no matter what they are, this is their own life.

The clanking of spoons, forks, knives, clashing with porcelain sounded faint as Patricia stepped her feet out of the elevator. He decided to stop by the cafeteria first to bring a plate of food into his room. The woman looked to her right and left. There were only a few trainees there who were not familiar enough with it. His heart was quite relieved.

A serving of spaghetti carbonara with minced meat has been served hot on a large plate. The smell of parmesan cheese seduces her stomach. Patricia picked up a paper container as she intended to bring it into the room. The sound of laughter from across made him look. He knows those voices.

“Pat, where are you today?” ask a voice managed to surprise him. It's Ferdian.

“Ah-eh, I there need to suddenly,” he replied forcedly. He glanced at the man beside the downcast Ferdian.

“Ooh...can ya get out?” Ferdian wondered.

Patricia glanced at the left right looking for an excuse.

“I was forced to truant,” the reply was stiff.

Ferdian laughing.

“I first huh?!” he said with a small smile after picking up a box of milk containing spaghetti carbonara. He did not want to linger there, because he was avoiding the man who was wearing glasses next to Ferdian.

“Alright," replied Ferdian.

The woman stepped in a hurry and went back into the elevator to her room.

Ferdian took a porcelain plate, then filled it with spaghetti and a sprinkling of parmesan cheese. While Ridho had already picked up the dinner dish first, he was already sitting on one of the chairs.

“So you want to go forward khitbah gak?” asked Ferdian while sitting in front of the man who was chewing while wearing his glasses.

“So!” firmly answer.

“When?”

“Front month it looks like. I told you the same Ustadz. I want to tell my father and mother in Bandung, let them not be surprised,” explained Ridho.

“Ooh...”.

Ferdian looked at his downcast best friend. Lately his attitude is more quiet, although it is true, Ridho does not talk too much. She always focused on her training, planning small projects assigned by her personal mentor, and keeping her long distance work running smoothly. It seems that indeed Ridho had already rounded his resolve in this ta’aruf, and ignored his feelings for Patricia.

Suddenly Ferdian's phone shook. His cousin's name was on there. It was Andre who contacted him.

“How are you Bang?” sapanya friendly.

“I'm good Fer. How are you?” asked Andre, his tone sounded hesitant.

“Aalhamdulillah's. What's up Bang?” ferdian asked curiously, it had been a long time since they had greeted each other. Must something have happened or did Andre just want to say hello to his handsome cousin? ask in his mind.

Silent moment.

“Arsene, Fer!”

“Why Arsene?” ask Ferdian in a jolt.

“Arsene...,"

DEG.

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Previously

Ajeng's spirit in the morning spread all over her body, after a few days ago she had already received an injection of spirit from her husband. She was busy at the end of the semester. His students are struggling in the final exam of the semester, so he prepares so they can get good results. Not to mention the guidance of some final students who sometimes make a sudden schedule. He has told several times that they make a schedule a week before the meeting, if you want to change the schedule it applies to the following week.

“Bi Asih...” call Ajeng when he has finished tidying up his son.

After dawn, Bi Asih had gone out and prepared breakfast in the kitchen. But at 7 this morning, the trunk of his nose has not been seen again in the kitchen area or the main room.

“You sit here first yes, mommy prepare breakfast!” he said he put Arsene in his dining chair. Ajeng prepared breakfast for his son and put it in front of Arsene to have the boy scoop out his own food. While he, looking for Bi Asih in his closed room.

The door closed slowly. A loud voice sounded there.

“Log in, Neng!” said the old woman.

The woman who has worked in the Diningrat family almost ¾ Ajeng age was lying on her mattress, behind her blanket. His face looks pale. He was surprised and worried. He approached Bi Asih.

“Aunt pain?” his question was anxious, his hand holding the forehead of the old woman. Body temperature Bi Asih feels hot.

“Aunt fever, aunty should see doctor!” smith again.

“No need Neng. I drank paracetamol earlier. Just sorry Aunt permission to rest first today, Auntie's head is dizzy,” he said limp.

“Yes already, Aunty rest first, let Ajeng take Arsene to campus,” he said.

“Still, Neng!”

“Cepet healed yes, Bi! Aunty if soybeans say it's the same with me. I don't want to see Auntie get rich in gini. Or should I call Teh Ani, take care of Aunty?” tawar Ajeng stood beside the bed.

“No need, Neng. If there is anything, let Aunty alone tell Aunt's child to come here.”

“Ya Aunty has slept. I'm ready first.”

“Iya Neng!”

Ajeng went back out and closed the door of Bi Asih's room, letting her rest for the next few days. While he sees Arsene enjoying his breakfast alone, some of his food is scattered on the table. His mouth looked shaved with sauce. Ajeng shook his head, it seemed like today he had to prepare extra energy.

The car park in the courtyard of the Faculty of Cultural Sciences looked full. Ajeng parked his car between the other larger cars. Arsene put on his face when he was taken by his mommy to work. He smiled at his son who was sitting in the carseat.

“Arsene, you need to calm down huh. Sit in mommy's place, and massage mommy, okay?” pinta mommy Ajeng tried to bargain for her nimble son.

“Okay!” answer smiled. Ajeng opened his seatbelt and his son. Then get out of the car. He took his bag and Arsene's toy bag, then dropped his son from there.

Arsene pranced cheerfully, as she set her shoes on the asphalt. While Ajeng looks troubled with some bags carried on his back, and some of them are lined up in his right hand. His left hand led the child to the dean's room.

Many students who were sitting in the courtyard of the dean building noticed the presence of the child and the mother. Arsene jumped around cheerfully, while Ajeng kept his tiny hand. The students looked anxious to see Arsene's cute and fat figure. This was the boy's first arrival on his parents' campus.

“Aceeen!” call a voice from behind, when Ajeng and Arsene are about to climb the stairs. Ajeng mxenby. It was Andre who had just arrived as well.

Arsene smiled broadly when he saw his uncle's face.

“Hai! Tumben took Arsene to the office?” andre asked towards him.

“Bi Asih again sick, forced to bring Arsene.”

“Yuk here Uncle carry you!”

Because the dean building does not have an elevator, they are forced to climb or go down the stairs every day. The FIB dean building is not too high only has 3 floors, so why have an elevator.

Andre swiftly carried Arsene in his body. Arsene was excited and hugged his uncle's neck.

“Where is Nava now? Said yesterday had bed rest huh?” tanya Ajeng as they were climbing the stairs towards the third floor.

“Iya, even though it has entered the 2nd trimester but, the morning sickness is still ongoing. Hence the dissertation is delayed first for now,” explained Andre.

“Duh, hopefully healthy keep yes!”

“Aamiin.”

They also arrived at the lecturer room. His arrival was welcomed by the lecturers who were there, especially when he saw Arsene.

“Yes, that's Arsene. Iihh funny bangeeet!” said Susan who happened to have her desk by the door. He pinched slowly the cheek of the puffer Arsene who was still held by Andre.

“Arseeeeene! Oh, my God, Jeng! Your son is so funny. Iih here carry same grandma yuk!” sahut Bu Resti, forcibly took Arsene from Andre.

Arsene was shocked and wanted to go back to his uncle again.

“Uuh... this is very familiar with ya?” exclaim Bu Resti again, he returned Arsene again to Andre.

“Iya tuh. Notar again have a rival you know, his son om Andre will be born deh!” susan exclaimed, anxious to carry Arsene.

Andre and I laughed.

But because time is limited, while the final semester exam will begin, they so refocus to go to the class of students. Similarly, Ajeng and Andre, after they filled out the digital attendance list, both headed for their respective classes.

“Let's see you later, Cen!” said Andre who turned towards building B.

“Uncle temana?” tanyakanya.

“Uncle want to teach first, bye bye!”

“Bye bye."

Ajeng and Arsene will head for C. The two of them became the center of attention for the students who were still outside.

“That's Miss Ajeng's son same Ferdian, funny huh. Gemsin.”

“Cakep yes?”

“It is, ortanya on sakep.”

“Huwaaa, don't be happy as good as anything! Cave want wait ah.”

“Aging woy!”

The conversation was faintly heard in Ajeng's ears. If they still know Ferdian, it means that it came from a junior-class sister who knew him or a final-level student who had not graduated college. He just smiled a little, then climbed the stairs to the second floor while having a fuss. Luckily, there was a student who helped her.

The final semester exam begins that morning in class C202. Arsene with glittering eyes sat on his chair while enjoying his favorite banana. His two dangling legs seemed to be swaying. Sometimes he sings in the silence of the classroom which is shrouded in an aura of tension.

Twinkle twinkle little star's

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle twinkle little star's

How I wonder what you are

His cute voice let out a word as he could just recite. His tongue was still stiff, but his rhythm and tone were perfectly fitting. Almost all the students held back laughter from the anxiety behind their desks. Arsene gave off the aura of tension that was there. While Ajeng just smiled looking at his quiet son and enjoying the new atmosphere for him.

“Mommy, I want to drink! Hausss!” he said he turned his red lips.

Ajeng thrust his bottle into his son's mouth.

“Aaaah…! Cegeeeerr!” he said reflex, the pronunciation of the letter R is so clear at the end of his tongue. Other students seemed anxious about the lecturer's child.

After drinking, Arsene went back to singing another nursery rhyme.

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That afternoon Ajeng and Arsene sat in a chair under shady trees in the faculty garden. Ajeng was feeding Arsene who walked here and there while enjoying his food. Sometimes Ajeng was forced to run after his son if he was far enough away. The battery power to keep Arsene today is somehow a percent more, and he has to stay strong until the afternoon. There are still 2 classes that will be exams today.

At first, Ajeng looked tired. But his energy must really be prepared for the concentration of driving to his apartment. He led Arsene out of the deserted dean building. The cars in the parking lot have been reduced. He took off Arsene's hand and took his car keys. Dropped pocket in his bag, just because many toys his son also put there, so the car auto key is difficult to take. He tried to find out again, and found. Quickly his finger pressed the key, instantly the car light flashed twice. Ajeng opened his car door and put all the things in it.

To his surprise, he found that Arsene was no longer by his side.

“Arseeene!” call him, he walks to the other side of the car. But the boy was not there. He went around in the parking lot, not to be found. His heart became worried. His heart beat fast along with his steps that roamed around here and there.

He returned to the courtyard of the dean building, then to the motor park.

“Arseeeene!” his call began to panic, his hands trembling.

On campus there are not many people. There were only a few there, who were about to get out of the motor park. Ajeng rushed to the sidewalk thinking about where his son was. Arsene loved the colorful flowers, so it seemed like the boy was somewhere that caught his attention. Especially with the courtyard and the streets of the faculty are wide and arduous, making the child can run wherever he likes.

Ajeng looked at the flower plants neatly lined up beside the sidewalk at the end of his faculty gate. With a half-run step, his eyes remained watchful watching the toddler wearing the yellow shirt. Sure enough, the boy was there. Squatting down while picking up some red flowers in her tiny hands. He looked happy, but his mother was panicked to death. Why did Arsene go that far, but his mother only searched for car keys for a while.

“Arsene!” shouted Ajeng from across the sidewalk, making the child turn his head when called his name then excited and ran towards his mother.

“Arsene stop! Stop!” shouted Ajeng.

Instead of stopping, the boy continued to run, making Ajeng also run across to catch him. But suddenly a motor that would enter the faculty gate speeded. The existence of the child who ran suddenly, made the motor driver became surprised and could not control the brakes.

BRUISES. Arsene's tiny body, hit by a motorbike, fell face down. Blood poured out and soaked the rough, pebbled asphalt. Ajeng's body instantly suffocated helplessly at the horrifying sight. The woman was unconscious.

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Sorry to connect first, the author is crying