My student's my future husband?
Episode 130's

Thick and fresh red blood mingled with gravel and rocks on the asphalt. The shadow just appeared.

“Arsene!” pekik Ajeng awoke from his dream. His forehead sweat, his chest rises and falls because the breath that comes out does not go together.

“You dream, Honey?” asked Ferdian, who had woken up next to him, holding his wife's shoulder.

The wedge covered his face. The dream of the incident that befell his son comes haunting tonight. Ferdian pulled his wife's body, and hugged her tightly. His wife must still continue to be hit, so that the event continues to be stored in his black memory.

“We sleep again huh?” bring Ferdian.

Ajeng gave a small nod and returned to lay his body in the warm embrace of the husband. Hearing Ferdian's heartbeat made him slightly calm. Although his mind was always approaching that terrible event. His heavy eyes closed again, hoping the nightmare would never come again. Only the conscious mind remembers.

That morning Ferdian woke up early, as was his custom in America. He was fresh and fragrant, making his wife wake up.

“Where are you going?” ask her with a raucous voice.

“I have taken a shower and prayed. You wake up! I'm gonna grab a car for a second, come back here later. We had breakfast together," said Ferdian, rubbing his wife's cheek.

“What time is it now?”

“Now it's 4.45 hours,” Ferdian replied while looking at his phone screen.

“Still in the morning, are you sure you want to come out?”

“Yes I've been waiting until you finish your morning prayers.”

“OK!”

“Do I want to take a bath?” ask the guy nosy.

Ajeng chuckles amusedly. “No! I'm so big!” he got out of his bed and walked into the bathroom.

Ferdian looked at him with a small laugh. Happy to see the smile on his lips. May yesterday be her last cry, for there will be only laughter and smiles every day. Patience is waiting to take care of Arsene.

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Ridho still remains in America, when his childhood friend, Ferdian, decided to return to Indonesia and will not return. This made him a little confused. Not a matter of training, but rather the continuation of his ta’aruf relationship with Namira. He needs the support and advice of his best friend. It's just that, he understands, Ferdian must have been in a state of grief after Arsene's accident.

Ridho has bought souvenirs in the form of a gold necklace and pendant to edit Namira.  Even his parents and Namira's parents knew of his good intentions. Today he will go alone to Ustadz Ahmed's house, meet Namira and edit her. His heart was racing with a feeling of anxiety and a spinning brain. His savings were enough to buy dowry and make a simple walimah event. While the rest, he will allocate to build his household later.

The atmosphere of Evergreen Avenue that morning was so quiet as Ridho got off the taxi. The wind blew the dry leaves that increasingly made the streets fall apart. Several small cars flashed, making the leaves fly into the air for a moment. Ridho fixed the position of the black suit he wore. He breathed fresh air and exhaled slowly, trying to neutralize his heartbeat.

The black iron fence cut open his ears, when his hand opened it. Ridho walked up to the front door of his ustadz house, then pressed the bell button.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” said when the door was open. A big smile greeted him.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, please enter Dho!” bring Ustadz Ahmed.

Ridho smiled and followed his ustadz into the house. He sat his body on the sofa, occasionally rubbing his palm over his cotton pants. Cold sweat came out of his hands.

“Wait for ya, Namira hasn't arrived yet, maybe in a moment. I'll ask wife first,” bright ustadz.

“It's okay, Tadz!”

Ustadz Ahmed went to the back of his house to approach his wife. While Ridho remained sitting there, while paying attention to the house. Pastry dishes have been served at the table, there are also dates there. There are several picture frames hanging on the wall, which feature a photo of the Ustadz Ahmed family.

His Ustadz once told him that his children were now in college in Egypt. Only he and his wife are here. Her two children are studying at a university in Cairo, Egypt.

A yellow saloon taxi stopped in the courtyard of Ustadz Ahmed's house. Ridho stared outside through the window beside him. That's Namira getting off the cab, but she's not alone. A long haired woman came out from there.

DEG.

How shocked Ridho was to find Namira taking Patricia with him. The mind wondered, how did the two get to know and become friends? Why did Namira bring him here, to this show? Ridho became wrong.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” greetings Beautiful-looking Namira wearing a light purple robe with her shiny silver hijab. His eyes grew bigger when he saw the man who was now residing in his heart already sitting in the room.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Ridho.

Patricia who was walking behind Namira also stopped her steps.

“Why haven't you logged in?” asked Patricia who did not look into the room inside.

“Home master has not allowed entry, so we have to wait here,” replied Namira.

“Ooh so yes?”

“Ya!”

Not long after, Ustadz Ahmed came out and let the two of them in. This time it was Patricia's heart that exploded, when she saw Ridho in front of her eyes. Namira tells him if today is her engagement, at least it looks like that.

At the beginning of her meeting with Namira, today is the second day Patricia visits Ustadzah Aisyah to introduce about Islam every week. Therefore, Namira invited him, so that after this event was finished, he could discuss again as usual. For some reason his heart was like it had been scratched by a sharp knife tip and was slightly bleeding there. Is it true that Ridho will be engaged to Namira? But he will try to close the wound. He wanted to know everything that happened today.

“You're healthy, Patricia?” ustadz Ahmed asked as the bule woman entered her house hesitantly.

“Yes, I'm healthy, Ustadz!” the answer.

“Please sit!”

Ridho was bowed as the two women sat before him. His heart and mind were raging, he could not focus.

“Hey!” greet Patricia to the man before her.

“Hai!”

“You know each other?” tanya Ustadz Ahmed was sitting next to Ridho.

“We are first class friends,” replied Patricia.

“Ah so? What a coincidence huh?”

“Iya, Ustadz!”

Ridho could not say anything, except smile.

“What are you doing here, Pat?” asked Ridho in the end, he was too curious.

“I'm only accompanying Namira!” he tries to relax.

“Oh where did you meet?” ask Ridho again.

Patricia turned to Namira, then whispered to him not to tell Ridho anything.

“We met at the cafe,” replied Namira casually.

“Ooh...” replied Ridho, he doesn't want to know anything more.

It seems that the conversation there should use English, because there is Patricia.

Ustadzah Aisyah came and brought drinks for them.

“What is this, why is it so crowded?” he asked while putting the cups in front of them all.

“Nothing, Ustadzah! It's just that Patricia turns out to be Kak Ridho's classmate,” replied Namira who was calm.

“Ooh so. Please drink it?"

“How are Ferdian and his son?” ask Ustadz Ahmed to Ridho.

“Arsene's legs are broken, Tadz! Ferdian will not come back here he said,” explained Ridho made the two women in front of him surprised.

“Innalillahi..May God give fortitude and strength to Ferdian and his wife, as well as healing to his son. Aamiin,” says Ustadz Ahmed.

“Subhanallah..”.

“It should have been a few days since I didn't see him in class. Ah, I really feel sad, hopefully Ferdian can be strong,” Patricia said.

“Hopefully...” said Namira.

“Alright, we just start this event huh?” asked Ustadz Ahmed to his guests.

“Namira, your parents contacted me earlier. So do not worry, everything I will handle,” explained Ustadz Ahmed.

“God willing, Tadz! Thank you very much!”

Ridho's heart was pounding. He had already prepared the words he would say today. Patricia who was in front of him was no longer a pestle in his mind. His heart was fixed with his choice, let alone the Istikhoroh he did was clearly pointing him at Namira.

“Bismillah, on this sunny morning, may God bless us all with His matchless love. Therefore, good intentions in obedience to God must be welcomed. No need to mince words anymore, I invite Ridho to express his good intentions.”

Ridho sighed, he took out a black box from inside his suit pocket. Then fix his sitting position, and throw his breath slowly. Bismillah.

“Dik Namira Safeea, will my sister receive a sermon from me to become a future wife, and then become a wife?” tanya Ridho firmly does not mince words, he uses Indonesian in his application.

Patricia was stunned and speechless. He understood the meaning of the language expressed by Ridho, even though he did not know Indonesian. The knife that had scratched him, now slowly began to stab him into the heart, making his breath choked. He clenched his hands together which he hid under his dark blouse. It felt like he wanted to scream, cry, and take the man away. But his heart told him to endure and patiently look at it all. He can no longer be controlled by his lust. He recalled his first study with Ustadzah Aisyah, that man has been given reason, heart, and also lust. If lust reigns then be prepared to be perverted. So he tried to dampen his lust, even though his feelings were very painful. After all, his existence here is to demand religious knowledge that he will attend after this event. He just looked at Namira who also looked tense.

“Insya Allah I received a proposal Kak Ridho,” said the satin hijab-wearing woman.

“Alhamdulillah,” say they are together.

A black velvet box that has been prepared, proffered by Ridho in front of his future wife. He's opening. Seen a chain of shiny gold necklaces with a pendant in the form of one jewel. Simple but beautiful.

Namira's eyes glittered. The souvenir was too much to be a gift in this sermon, but it showed that Ridho was serious about making it as a wife.

While Patricia seemed to open her eyes, holding back the tears that would come out from there. His heart was so nervous and nervous. He drank the tea that was prepared in front of him, while calming himself.

“This is just a souvenir to indicate that Dik Namira is editing. Kindly accepted!” Ridho.

“Thank you very much. May Allah make this effort.”

"Aamiyin...."

Patricia's heart froze and did not wart. It was as if an ice age had possessed him. He did not flinch with breath in his chest.

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