My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 2. My Little Friend
Zaara sat back in her own seat after delivering Arsene. The student decided to go to the cafeteria alone.
Zaara snorted in annoyance, why did she bother to deliver the new child? He opened his lunch box, which contained some of his own sandwiches. He ate a sandwich filled with vegetables and thin slices of beef into his mouth. The break was ten minutes away, meaning he had to quickly finish it before the re-entry bell rang.
The classroom looked empty, there were only 2 to 3 students including Zaara there. Students are more likely to be outside. Suddenly Arsene came with a packet of chocolate and bread in his hand. Again Zaara snorted angrily, why did the new boy not eat in the cafeteria?
Arsene sat beside him, unwrapped the bread and ate it.
“If you eat well, say bismillah first!” zaara chirped beside him, making Arsene turn as he chewed on the bread.
“Eh sorry, you're a Muslim aren't ya?” zaara asked a slight glance towards Arsene.
“Yes, thanks for writing!”
Arsene continued eating. While Zaara had already managed to finish off her sandwich bread, she picked up her drinking bottle and gulped it down slowly.
“Alhamdulillah,” he said slowly and again put the bottle into his bag again.
Zaara's knees swayed. He felt alone with Arsene beside him. He stared at his watch, still five minutes away to the doorbell. What to do, the class is still quiet.
“I want to go out, can you step aside for a moment?” ask Zaara to Arsene.
“Where are you?”
“Ih, none of your business!” he says flat.
“Beginning soon also in!” sergeant Arsene.
“Biarin!” said Zaara ketus.
Arsene stood up from his seat and let Zaara out of his stool. The girl also walked outside the classroom, immediately the bell rang making the girl turn her body and return to her stool.
Arsene giggled at that. He smiled broadly at Zaara whose face was grouching with annoyance.
“My word is also what!” said Arsene back up from his chair let Zaara sit on his stool attached to the wall. Zaara clucked and sat back down on her chair.
The students began to arrive and return to their seats.
“I want to ask can?” arsene said suddenly after he threw up his bread wrapper.
“What?!”
“So morning you didn't want to sit with me, because I'm a boy. Why?” tanyanya.
Zaara breathed out a rough breath.
“Because you're not my mahram, you know?! Therefore, it cannot be clocked, especially until the touch, BIG NO!” said ketus.
Arsene's eyebrows shot up, then nodded.
“If I am your mahram, would you not?” asked Arsene to tease him.
Zaara bowed her head, clenching her hands together, annoyed. He's banging on the table. While Arsene was trying maybe to hold back his laughter. He shook his head.
Before long, a tall bearded man entered the classroom. He is a physics teacher who will be teaching this afternoon. The attention of the students was all on him.
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The bell home had rung loud, making the hearts of the disciples who had been tired all day learning to be excited and carefree. Most of them went straight out of the school building, some still survive in the school.
Zaara cleaned up her belongings before returning home. After a long time recording what was explained by his teacher, although he could have downloaded the class that his teacher shared via online storage. The girl prefers and feels more effective if she notes them directly in her notebook. Arsene was sitting next to him, wearing his jacket. Suddenly the girl gang came back to their table.
“Arsene, can you ask for your number?” tanya Love looks pretty close and sweet-ass.
“What number?” arsene pretended not to understand.
“Number hp lah!” exclaim Love.
“Ooh, I use ortu number anyway!” the answer is honest, because the phone he uses gives his parents.
“Ah, no fun! Do you have a personal number now?”
“Yes whatever you want to believe or not, I did not lie!”
Love clucked in annoyance, then sauntered away from before him, followed by the other three girls.
Arsene shook his head, then took his bag.
“You together?” arsene asked Zaara, who was busy checking her belongings.
“What?!” zaara asked, hoping she heard wrong.
“You're coming home with?” arsene asked just flirting.
“Sorry, I can go home by myself!” zaara answered sharply and then walked out past Arsene who was still standing next to the table.
“Zaara!” call Arsene again, get the girl on board. Even so he stopped his steps and then turned his head.
“Your wallet is missing!” arsene said holding a small pouch sounds loud, like a collection of coins dimeh each other.
Zaara scrunched her forehead.
“Nih!” Arsene reached out his hand as Zaara walked over to him.
“Put it on the table, let me take it!” said the girl.
“OK!”
Arsene put the small wallet on the table, and Zaara took it.
“Still!” he said flat, and walked right out.
“Basic of weird girls!” arsene slowly.
Arsene walked out of the classroom towards the school gate. He put on his hoodie to cover his head, and sat down on one of the chairs near the gate, waiting for the arrival of his younger brother, Rainer.
While waiting for Rain, he opens a literary novel that his mommy gave him. But the focus is not on the book. So he decided to look for his sister despite just sitting there. Several students wearing wide hijabs were seen walking in front of him. There were five students there, including Zaara who was smiling broadly showing her teeth, occasionally the girl covered her mouth while bowed. Four other schoolgirls, Arsene believed, were not among her classmates. Maybe a fellow rohis boy, he thought. For some reason, Zaara looks so different when she is with her friends. Zaara who faced him was 180 degrees different, the girl was so fierce and gluttonous, also strange. Inexhaustible thought by him, it turned out that the girl could smile widely like that.
“Yuk home, Bang!” said someone who was standing in front of him. Arsene looked up at his face.
“Kok know brother here?”
“Kan brother wear my jacket!” said Rainer flat.
Arsene chuckled, then stood up and grabbed the shoulder of the sister towards the motor park.
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The ringing of the cell phone rang out loud from the top of Arsene's study table in his room. The teenage man who was rereading his lesson got out of his bed and reached for his cell phone. On the screen was written the name of Mommy who made the call that afternoon.
“Assalamu’alaikum..” greet mommy Ajeng soft.
“Wa’alaikumsalam..”.
“How was your first day at school (Where was your first day at school)?” tanya Ajeng is friendly, the noise of a hammer knock becomes the background.
“Great, Mom!” he answered briefly while returning to lay his body on the bed.
“Udah have friends?”
“There, but my dear friend.”
“Nice! How is he?” tanya Ajeng enthusiastically.
“She's a girl, Mom! I'm the same with girls!” arsene clarified.
“Ooh wow! So how is he, is he aggressive, spoiled pretentious, SKSD, or jaim-ass?” Ajeng flocked his son with his guess. Understandably, his son was included in the criteria of a handsome guy and was quite popular at the previous school in Singapore. Although still Arsene looks like his daddy who does not care about it all. Yes, the fallen fruit is not far from the tree.
“She is weird (She's weird), Mom! He's rich sort of got that conservative nature!” bright Arsene.
“Conservative how do you mean?”
“Yes, colot! At first he refused to want my brother with me just because I'm a boy, he kept asking me to keep my distance. You see that?!” it's Arsene again
“You mean he keeps his distance because you're a guy? Aww... she is cute!” said Ajeng cheerfully
“Cute what? That's so bad, Mom!”
“He is not conservative, but he is trying to defend his religious principles. You should appreciate her (You should appreciate her)!” exclaim her mommy.
“But...”.
“Udah is okay. If he wants you to keep your distance, follow him! You also often saw, surely understand right?!”
“Yes, but I'm not too!” arsene defended himself.
“Ah, the proof is that you are also careless if someone is chasing or shooting you! You’re just the same (You are the same)!”
“I just don’t like it (I just don't like it)!”
Arsene sighed, why is the topic of my countryman being discussed?
“Mom, do you miss me (Mom, you miss me)?” arsene asked to change the subject.
“Of course, sweetheart! Daddy misses you too! (Sure, Honey! Daddy missed you too!”
“Where is Kirei?”
“He's the same Daddy, really his broken closet! Where is Rain Mommy? How was school?” ask Ajeng.
“Rain again shower. But Rain's fate is still better than mine.”
Ajeng.
“Yes, rest again yes, greetings to grandparents! I love you!”
“Mom!” call Arsene before his mommy closes the line.
“Why Dear?”
“My sister's candidate, boy or girl?”
“Hmm...kemarin anyway if you look at USG he said male!”
Arsene smiled broadly.
“Yes yes, maybe tomorrow daddy's your phone. Greetings to Rain! We love you, mwuach! Assalamu’alaikum..”.
“We love you too! Wa’alaikumsalam.
Arsene and Rainer's parents Ajeng and Ferdian still live in Singapore. Their 9-year-old sister, Kirei Elora, is still in elementary school there. After all Ajeng is pregnant with his fourth child at the age of 41 years, rather risky indeed with pregnancy at the age of four. Therefore, Ferdian prefers to stay in Singapore until his wife gives birth, then return to Bandung later if possible.
Currently Arsene and Rainer live with their grandparents, Ajeng's parents, as they feel more comfortable living there than with their oma and opa from their father's line. Although both are actually very good. It's just that Opa Gunawan is much busier than Grandpa Jaya, so they can still get their full attention.
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Zaara put her bag on the study table when she got home. He let out a long sigh while resting his body on the bed, then opened his veil.
“Umiii...” he shouted as the girl walked out of the room.
But generally it does not answer his call.
“Where umi?” asked Zaara to her only sister, Zayyan who is 2 years different from her, is working on PR.
“Ke shop possible!” answer without looking.
“Eh, in your class just now there is a new student huh?” tanya Zaara sat beside her focused sister.
“Kok Teteh tau?” tanyanya, now looking towards her brother.
“Tau! Haha!” said proud.
“Hayo bull, Tea! Zayyan has a rival, euy!” zayyan was enthusiastic.
“Dih, what rival?”
“Yes rivals, equally handsome!” zayyan said confidently.
“Heleh, really care you mah! What's the name of his new son?”
“It's Raining! Alias Rain, full name Rainer Liam, move from Singapore,” is complete.
Zaara nodded.
“He's the same as me, Tea! So rich in twins because they are both handsome! Uh, girls get together at our table!” zayyan was proud.
“Ehh... sayin to abi hayo!”
“Not finished the story yet. Yeah I kicked all those girls out!”
“Good, good!” Zaara gave her two thumbs to her sister.
“Teh, take a shower there! His feet stink!” zayyan's chirps closed his nose.
“Eh, wash your feet too! You stinky time!” pick up Zaara, then go back to her room.
Zaara put her body back on the bed. When her umin voice sounded, the girl immediately went out of the room again.
“Umiii...”.
“What Dear?” tanya uminya brought groceries from the stall.
“I want to ask! But don't chat here, there's Zayyan ntar!” he exclaimed, making Zayyan pursed his lips.
“Change clothes first there!” tell him to walk into the kitchen.
Forced Zaara to return to her room to open her uniform and put on her clothes. The girl immediately ran after her uminya.
“Mi... I want to ask!” he said he was sitting on the dining table.
“Iya, why Zaara shaleha?”
“If at school, for example there are my countrymen but girls can not?” tanyanya played her finger.
Umi Karin turned to him, she put her groceries next to the dishwasher, then sat on the chair opposite her daughter.
“Stock, opposite type?”
Zaara nodded.
“Know Umi, if still in the process of teaching and learning is okay. Because in education, women can still interact with men. But, beyond that need, you can't. For example because of my brother, so chat or two-on-one outside of lesson time,” explained Umi Karin.
Zaara was pensive, meaning it was okay if he was my partner with Arsene. It's just that if it's outside of the lesson hours, then the interaction should be limited. If there was another empty table, maybe he wouldn't have to worry.
“What is it?” tanya Umi looked at her daughter.
Zaara sighed, her face grinning in annoyance.
“There are new students in Zaara's class. Kan Zaara sat alone, so the new student is the same as Zaara, because there is no other empty bench,” Zaara said pouting.
“Murid new male?”
“Iya, Mi!”
“Yes it's okay. Umi's message, friends can. As long as you keep yourself, and hold fast to the value of religion. Don't be alone if it's not a school issue. Umi believes you kok!”
Zaara nodded.
“If you can take care of yourself, she will definitely be as disinclined as you!”
“Should Zaara say same abi?”
“No need, abi also believe in Zaara!” his uminya strengthened.
“Syukron, Mi!”
Umi smilingly looked at her daughter who was back in her room. He knew the risk of attending school in an environment that was not religious made his daughter would often come into contact with creatures named men. He could only pray that God would look after his sons wherever they were.
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