My student's my future husband?
Episode 131

The breath that stifled Patricia's chest rose upwards, her head felt throbbing pain. He closed his eyes and started to hold his head. Migraine pain is painful, so it quickly makes his body shiver trembling.

Ridho who was sitting in front of him, looked at him. The woman's lips were pale and her face pias.

"Pat, are you okay?" tanyanya's worried.

Patricia nodded, "i'm fine!" he answered, even though he closed his eyes.

Namira who was sitting next to him became panicked.

"You why?" tanyakanya.

"I'm just a little dizzy, my migraines are relapsing!" patricia answered honestly.

"Did Ustadz have a cure?" ask Ridho worriedly. His expression was clearly on his face. Makes Namira a little wonder in her heart.

"I don't have one, Dho! We'd better take Patricia to the nearest clinic" he replied.

With a quick step, Ridho walked out, looked for a taxi that passed the road and stopped him.

"Pat, let's go to the clinic. I'll take you!" ridho shouted from outside the door of the house.

"No need! It will also disappear on its own" replied Patricia still holding the right side of his head.

"Let's hurry, the cab driver's waiting!" ridho again.

Namira, Ustadz Ahmed, and Ustadzah Aisyah looked at each other. Namira got up from her seat, and grabbed Patricia's hand.

"We'll take Patricia first. Sorry and thank you, Tadz!" pamit Namira, who then immediately pulled and brought Patricia into a taxi.

Ridho followed the two women alone, and sat down beside the taxi driver.

"To the nearest clinic, sir!" ridho said to the taxi driver.

The nearest clinic from Evergreen Avenue is about a mile, or ten minutes from the residence of Ustadz Ahmed. Namira and Patricia descend, followed by Ridho who walks behind the two. The atmosphere of the small clinic was quiet, so Patricia could be immediately called by the nurse to be examined.

Meanwhile, Ridho and Namira were sitting in the waiting room chair.

"Is Ridho really serious about editing me?" tanya Namira in Indonesian.

"Why do you still ask like that? Was I taken less seriously by giving the necklace as souvenirs?" ask Ridho astonished.

"I'm sorry, it's just that." Namira's sentence stopped. He hesitated to reveal it.

"Why?" ask Ridho.

"I see, it seems like Ridho's sister is paying more attention to Patricia."

DEG.

Was it that obvious anxiety and worry when Patricia complained of pain? ask Ridho in his heart.

“Isn't that a natural thing, considering he was one of my friends in training? We talk a lot, just nothing more. Especially lately, I am more keeping my distance from any woman in order to maintain this relationship,” explained Ridho.

Namira. His female instinct runs, there is a feeling that says that Ridho is a man who makes Patricia interested in Islam. He bowed, then glanced towards Ridho who was sitting a distance away from him.

“Kak..” call Namira.

“Why?”

“Can we speed up the wedding date?” ask Namira.

DEG. Ridho was stunned with a jumping heart.

“Is two months time enough to prepare for our wedding?” ask the woman again.

“I'll try to talk about it with the parents. If it was simple, it seems like it could be. You sure?”

Namira nodded without looking at Ridho.

"I don't need a big or fancy walimah. It's just that I want the event to be sacred and solemn, so it seems that inviting the closest family and relatives is also enough" Namira explained.

"Well, I'll consider it again. Then what about your thesis and trial exam?" ask Ridho.

"I'm going ahead with the hearing next month, so I can go home quickly to Indonesia."

"How's your prayer?"

"I'll think again" replied Namira.

"All right!"

Ridho smiled slightly. His heart wondered what made that woman so. Was it because he already had a sense of jealousy towards Patricia? Ah, it doesn't seem.

Not long after, Patricia came out looking down. Then walk towards the pharmacy section to redeem the doctor's prescription and take the medicine.

“How are you doing?” ridho asked after Patricia walked towards the two of them.

“I'm just tired, my migraines are relapsing. You're supposed to go back to the Ustadz residence and don't mind me. Sorry I interrupted you two,” he said limp.

“It's okay, Patricia. You were so pale, we were worried about you. You better go home and rest,” said Namira who is now beside Patricia.

Patricia smiled at Namira. The woman was very kind, could have delivered her at an important event. His heart was determined to no longer hold feelings for Ridho, because the man was now the future husband of the hijab woman.

“Kak Ridho go home, and intersect Patricia. I'm going back to the ustadz residence to talk about everything.”

“Alright! You okay going alone?” ask Ridho.

“It's okay. Ustadz house is not far from here, so I will be fine.”

A taxi stopped in front of the three. Ridho and Patricia rode it first, Namira waved at them. Instantly his heart felt trembling.

The sound of the brake from a taxi that stopped in front of Winston Tower was shocking. The old taxi dropped off two of its passengers, after Ridho paid for it.

The wind blew Patricia's thin hair, so it waved into the air. While Ridho put his hand in his pocket.

“Pat, looks like we need to talk!” said the man from behind, because Patricia's pace is faster than hers.

The woman turned her head, making some of her hair children stick to her face.

“What's up?” tanyanya hopes not to understand.

“Two weeks ago,” the answer was short and unfinished. The two were still silent standing in the spacious courtyard of Winston Tower. The sun shines on both. Ridho was still waiting for the answer to the second question.

Patricia seemed misbehaved to answer the second question, because she did not want the man before her to know.

“We...., meet at Islamic Center..” the answer is doubtful.

The narrow-eyed man narrowed his eyes. “You, at the Islamic Center, what for?”

Patricia rolled her eyeballs upwards.

“Not your business! I'm going to go to the room. By the way, congratulations on your engagement, hopefully your relationship is smooth with Namira,” he said then stepped away leaving Ridho who was still wondering about Patricia's intentions to the Islamic Center. Does Patricia want to know Islam?

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Two Months Later

Minutes change hours, hours change days, days change months. The rainy season is coming back in Indonesia faster. The woman with the brown iris took a deep breath. The woman's mind and heart have changed a lot lately. Raindrops accompanied his figure standing in front of the building of his beloved campus dean.

This place is a historic place for him. Saves knowledge, depends on ideals, and of course becomes a meeting place with the husband he loves. Aura of struggle, love, and all grievances bear witness to his life in this place. Now, his determination has been round, a round moon that always accompanies the earth rotates every day. Asanya had reached the top, she felt enough to hang on there for at least a few seconds. Now, the beautiful, popular and smart woman on her campus is hanging her hopes elsewhere. The most beautiful place she has ever found in her life is in her husband and family.

The absence of a lover beside him made him think a thousand times. Hundreds of times he also fought against the burning turmoil of his self-lust. However, his conscience had already called, back at the fitrah of a woman. Although he was sure, his passion in the world of education will continue to burn. So he was convinced that Arsene would be his first student in this new life.

Ajeng Chandra Diningrat, a beautiful lecturer who is popular and intelligent and energetic, is now stepping out of the building that became the peak of his career. He has resigned as a lecturer at the elite campus, right after the lecture period ended in this school year. Many people regret his decision to leave, because the performance and intelligence of the woman is still needed by the campus and its students.

Rumors and news about Ajeng's exit on campus were widely discussed by students and the campus. His name is often a byword these days which is always a burden for the wind that greets there. So if there are some groups of students standing under the tree, the wind always steals the talk and carries his fragrant name.

Her hair is no longer beautiful, because she has covered it with a voal cloth of foliage motifs that are no less beautiful. The woman has now been veiled, closing her aura which used to be a charm for the spies who admired her. Her clothes became looser even though she always appeared fashionable. But it was better, and he felt more comfortable many times over. The natural beauty of the woman does not fade, even more sparkling even though only her husband, angels, and God can see it all. She boarded her husband's car, which she parked in her school yard.

The woman again sighed while closing her eyes inside the car. Then for a moment he looked around. It had been almost two hours he had been walking around his campus. His mind traced the memory and history that had occurred during the past five years. It looks like today will be his last day here. The matter of his resignation had settled down, so his heart had truly been relieved despite leaving behind a deep sense of haru and sorrow.

His eyes were glazed over, a few liquid crystal grains fell down from there. Goodbye, dear campus.

The wheels of the black sedan car are seen turning towards the back, then forward and turn. The car sped towards the smooth solid road, towards the residence of his parents.

“Welcome, Honey!” greet her father who greeted her in the living room.

He hugged her tightly. Then they both sat on the couch.

“Beauty once a child Papa!”

The big smile.

“You just cried huh?” guess the papa.

Ajeng sighed. His eyes glittered back.

“Your decision is correct. Your ideals have been achieved. Don't waste your choice right now. When are you leaving?” asked Papa stroking his daughter's head.

“I leave next week, Pa!” answer Ajeng.

“Papa and mama will surely miss you guys a lot. Go home often!”

“God willing, Pa! Just pray that Arsene can quickly recover and smoothly do his physiotherapy,” pinta Ajeng.

“Papa and mama will always pray for your happiness. Papa is proud of you, baby! Son Papa has become a great mother.”

She smiled, she would always try to be a good mother to her children. Huge expectations are on his shoulders now, for his new life to be in a new place as well.

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Ferdian took his son for a walk around the apartment park that afternoon in a wheelchair. Arsene's broken left leg is still not recovered properly, although the condition of his calf bone is now close to normal. The orthopedist said the bone would recover in two months. But for Arsene's condition to normal again, then the toddler must do physiotherapy.

Ferdian's father, Mr Gunawan, has given his grandson the best physiotherapy in Asia in Singapore, hoping Arsene can be a child in general. Ferdian had agreed to his father's offer, although he himself had to build a new venture in the neighboring country. But it does not matter, because his experience has given him many lessons plus business training he got yesterday. Especially now his wife became his biggest supporter.

“Daddy, it's mommy!” arsene said he saw a young green-hijab woman walking towards them.

“Iya, right!” ferdian smiled.

He put on his cheerful face. A wide smile emerged from the corner of his lips. He was carrying a bag of opaque white plastic containing a large box.

“Assalamu’alaikum..” he said while hugging Arsene.

“Wa’alaikumsalam..”.

“Mommy bring your favorite doughnuts!” he said he gave the bag to his son. Arsene's eyes glittered.

“Thank you, Mom!” he answered cheerfully while holding a box that did not differ much in size with his body.

She approached her husband who was holding a wheelchair. She kissed the back of her husband's hand.

“Which is your business?” asked Ferdian, after peeping his wife's cheek.

“Alhamdulillah, it's done. SK Rector is out.”

“That’s good news. So we have to get ready from now on huh?”

“Yes, we have to start settling things. Ridho's wedding this Sunday, right?”

“Yes, all departing for the airport, we present to his marriage contract. Uh, you want to take a walk first?” tawar Ferdians.

Ajeng chuckles. “Emang where you going?”

“As I promised you first, we take a ride on the motorbike after the birth. Want?” ferdian.

“Terus Arsene?”

“Titip father and mother, hehe... Nothing right?”

Ajeng rolled his eyeballs up, “by deh!” the answer.

“Yess!”

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