My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 3. Secret Cake Delivery

Zaara walked into her class. He put on a carefree face, hoping for a good mood today, so it will be easy to absorb the lessons delivered by his teacher.

The atmosphere of the class was still quiet, there were only a few students who had picket duties to clean the class. He put some notebooks under his desk. But as usual, he will clean first before storing his books.

His hand reached under the dusty table. He cleaned it with the tissue he was carrying. However, he was amazed when his hand found a small box there. He picked it up, then watched it, feeling warm.

The box is made of cardboard art paper, green toska, with a plastic mica that shows the contents inside. There's a muffin cake in it. Zaara hesitated to open it. At the bottom of the box was attached a small folded paper, inscribed For Zaara. His heart was shocked, who sent this box of cookies for him? He picked up the paper hoping there was a clue there.

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”

― Carl Gustav Jung

("The meeting of the two personalities is like the contact of two chemicals: if there is a reaction, they both change.")

Just Smile, please :)

The hijab-wearing girl spread her gaze to the rest of the class, looking at her classmates who had come, while asking inwardly. Who sent her the cake? It was the first time he got a gift from an unknown sender. He recalled, usually only popular and beautiful women who get such a gift. That's just for Valentine's Day. Today is not February 14th, and all his friends know that he is very anti-celebrated.

Zaara came out of her stool and approached her friend who was cleaning the teacher's desk.

“Lidya, want to ask can?” tanya stood beside the teacher's desk.

“Why Zaara?” ask the glasses student.

“You know who first came to class this morning?” zaara asked, hoping that her friend would give her a satisfactory answer.

“Umm... Who are you? I am rich! You see, when I came here the class was still quiet, there was no one, after that only came Riska and Arie, and you,” he replied while correcting the position of his glasses.

“Oh yes, are you sure?”

Lidya.

“Yes already, thanks Yes Lid!” zaara exclaimed and returned to her desk, then sat in her chair while looking back at the writings written upright like ancient writings.

This is really for me, right? ask in the heart. He opened the box, as the scent of vanilla and raisins smelled into his nose. The cake still feels warm, seems to have just been lifted from the oven and then directly inserted into this box. That's a vanilla muffin cake with a raisin topping on it. Zaara's tongue is aroused to taste it because the aroma is very tempting.

Bismillah. He bit the cake with his teeth, hoping that there were no pellets in it. His taste is still normal, he chews while feeling how delicious and delicious this cake is. Rarely does he get a muffin cake that has a soft and legit texture. It tastes sweet fitting with savory butter on the top. So enjoying it, he did not realize the cake in his hand was gone, leaving crumbs on the skirt of his uniform. The mood is getting better.

Suddenly, Arsene came and sat down next to him, looking at Zaara's happy face.

“Good morning!” arsene said flatly as he sat next to the girl who was cleaning his mouth.

“Wa’alaikumsalam..” he replied, making Arsene turn small.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” correction Arsene.

“Wa’alaikumsalam..” Zaara repeated her greeting.

Arsene glanced slightly at Zaara's face. The girl did not put on her jutek face like yesterday. He was a little relieved. Then take his notebook out on the table for the first lesson.

Meanwhile, Zaara kept a small paper containing quotes in her wallet. Wish he could meet the person who gave the cake to him, and say thank you.

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The hour of rest has arrived. Zaara took his stock box, he would gather with other companions from other classes. Zaara did not have many close friends in class. That is because Zaara is considered too conservative in holding the principles of his religion, especially to men. He has always been called Anti-Man. His fate this time can be said to be unlucky for him, because it must be my partner with Arsene. Inevitably, he should be able to install a high fence for his friend.

“I want to go out, please step aside huh?” his question to Arsene tried to be as normal as possible and not as fierce as yesterday.

“OK!” answered Arsene who then stood up and stepped out from before the girl.

“Still....” replied Zaara, then stepped out of class.

Arsene looked at him until the girl's figure was gone, then he took the supply box from inside his bag. It's his second day, but he hasn't made a friend that's roughly his match. Are people too disinclined about him? Or does it seem to limit itself? Ah, he should blend in immediately.

Suddenly two students approached him. The faces of the two students were quite handsome and clean, even though their skin was slightly dark. Their height is not far from Arsene, only they are both shorter.

“Hai my name is Fahri,” said the student who had a slightly round nose at the end

“Gue Abdul,” said the taller student with his pointed nose and thick eyebrows.

“Hai, I'm Arsene!” friendly answer.

“Lo want to eat with us?” ask Fahri.

“Bby!” arsene answered briefly.

The three young men also walked towards the cafeteria located not far from their class. The students who were milling about in the corridor occasionally glanced and turned towards Arsene, a foreign face that looked dazzling. The three sat on one of the table chairs in the corner of the canteen. Some of the students were whispering towards them.

“Kanya lo be the center of attention deh. Are you ordinary?” asked Fahri after bringing one glass of mineral water and snacks.

Arsene laughed a little. “Ya that's it. If you are uncomfortable, I can go!” arsene.

“No way! We're all nyantei, Dul?” said Fahri nudged his best friend.

“Yes, you just have to be careful, Sen! Usually if there are popular children in our school, will be the target of Blackdot children from the next class,” explained Abdul stir meatballs in the bowl.

“Blackdot, what is it?” asked Arsene wince.

“That's what school thugs are. He likes the kids here, let alone the popular ones. You must have been signed with them,” said Fahri.

“Be careful! The important thing is, you don't have to look for problems with them. If they ask for money, love it. If not, you could be a victim of raw bogem Ricky, the gang leader!” terang Abdul's.

Arsene.

“There is still a group like that at school? Though the time is very modern,” sahut Arsene.

“Still, his name is thuggish there will always be every age!” fahri said chimed in.

“OK, thanks for the info!”

It did not feel like the break was over, making the students return to their respective classes. Arsene is seen laughing with Fahri and Abdul, when entering the class. It was caught by Zaara who had just finished her drink. Arsene's narrow eyes look curved when he laughs loosely showing neatly arranged teeth. Her red lips were perfectly glazed with small dimples next to her cheeks. The two's gazes met when Fahri and Abdul separated from Arsene. Zaara immediately cleared her throat, and pretended to correct her sitting position. Arsene smiled kindly at the girl who was met with delicacy.

“Zaara!” call Arsene, make Zaara glance briefly at the man.

“Why?” tanyanya flat.

“Emang there are ya thugs in this school?” ask the man.

Zaara thought for a moment, she did not know for sure. But a lot of people talk about it.

“I guess, I don't know anyway!” answer's short.

“His gang name is Blackdot, his chairman's name is Ricky. Ever hearder?”

“The gang name I don't know. But if Ricky I know, because he was a classmate. He was a bit sad about his face. But if he says he's a thug, I can't answer, because I don't know,” explained Zaara with a rather long answer.

“Ah you son rohis huh?” guess Arsene.

“Iya, I'm a mosque activist. But it's not very active, because it's already class XII.”

“OK!”

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Zaara was tidying up her belongings before returning to school that afternoon. For a moment he watched under his desk just to make sure that nothing was left behind. There's a toska-colored thing in there. His heart was shocked and immediately grabbed the thing.

The box contained another cake, this time still containing a muffin but with a chocolate flavor. It was cold, and not warm at all. Since when was it there? Ask in the heart.

Under the box was another inscription, For Zaara. He quickly picked up the paper and opened it.

“You like this morning's muffin cake? If you like, say hello to the people closest to you yes ^_^”

That's what it says on the paper.

His heart was happy, but cautious and curious as well. Has there been a secret admirer all this time?

Arsene who was still sitting next to him, took a quick look at him. The girl's face looked confused while holding a box.

“What the hell?” tanyanya wants to know.

“Not your business!” answer Zaara ketus.

“Gallack again!” omel Arsene.

“What did you say?!” tanya Zaara increased her intonation.

“Now!” sergeant Arsene.

Zaara nodded her face annoyed.

“Arsene borrow notebook dong!” zaara exclaimed, raising Arsene's eyebrows.

“Make what?”

“Pinjem a minute!” his insistence.

Arsene took out a notebook of hers, and handed it to the girl while watching her. Zaara looked carefully at Arsene's writings to detail. But the handwriting that looks neat is not like the writing written on the small cake box. He gave it to Arsene again.

“Still!”

“Sama-sama!” arsene replied in astonishment while putting the book in her bag.

Arsene also began to move his feet to the outside of the classroom, leaving Zaara still filled with high curiosity. Suddenly though….

“Assalamu’alaikum..” Zaara said as the girl walked ahead of Arsene.

Arsene was stunned as he answered the girl's greeting. He smiled a little.

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Hmm..Who's cake from?

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