My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 14. Whereabouts?

That morning Arsene arrived at his class which was neat and clean. Staring at the chair belonging to his compatriots, there was no Zaara bag there. That means the book has not yet come. Tumben, usually Zaara always arrives first.

Soon, the newspaper came. His facial expression looked ordinary, not putting on a pouting or happy expression. Arsene greeted him with a greeting, making the girl answer him flatly and then sit in her chair.

Arsene wanted to explain what happened last afternoon, but for what? Zaara wasn't even a person and the girl didn't even touch her. So Arsene decided to keep quiet, unless Zaara asked.

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That afternoon after the ashar prayer, the students of the 12th grade IPA 5 carried out their last lesson: exercise lazily because their bodies were tired. Forced hours of sports lessons are pushed back to the afternoon and exchanged with lessons afterwards.

However, some of them feel lucky because they do not have to run around in the hot sun. This afternoon, the sunlight was dim even though the sky was still bright. So they do not have to be tired and hot. The students warmed up and started running around the field.

Their gym teacher instructed them to create small groups, then tried to make gymnastics movements of their respective group versions. Each group consists of ten people, where later they will contribute one movement for the group version of gymnastics.

Love and his friends immediately run to Arsene who has been in a group with Abdul, Fahri, also with two other male friends. They still lack one more person. Then Zaara saw him who was busy tying his shoelaces.

“Zaara!” calling Arsene made the girl wearing the sports game turn her head.

“Udah can group yet?” ask that friend.

“Not yet, you guys are full?” tanyanya doubt.

“Not yet, less one more. Just got in!” arsene.

Zaara smiled slightly. Love and his gang mates only belittle him, when the hijab girl comes over.

“Lo team leader yes, Sen!” abdul put his arm around Arsene's shoulder

“Euuh! My mom, her body is good!” sergeant Arsene pointed to his friend who was large and tall.

“Do not want ah, you have already Sen!” reply Mamat.

“Yes already!” arsene was forced.

They must make a basic movement for group gymnastics, which will be shown to sports teachers and their other friends. So Arsene planned for each of his group members to contribute a gymnastics movement, so that they could contribute to his group.

So Arsene ordered his male colleagues to contribute in advance the idea of their gymnastic movement, starting from himself. He gave instructions for his friend to follow his movements. The movement he was discordant was the movement of the road in place with his head turned to the right and left. Really a basic movement. Then it was the turn of another male friend who practiced another movement with his jaim.

This time it was the turn of his female comrades who had to contribute a move, making them charge each other for the first turn.

“Zaara go first!” exclaim Love, immediately asserted by his other all-round friends.

“Yes have Zaara!” arsene.

Zaara became misbehaved, because she had to contribute a basic movement of gymnastics, which made her body move. Even so, the girl had thought about what movement she should do.Then, she tidied up her front hijab, then stood up straight while closing her eyes. He sighed.

Zaara raised her hand up, then to the side. Then his body bent straight 90 degrees until the tip of his finger touched the tip of his shoe. He did that until the eighth movement. His face was met with red, as all his friends were watching him, though his eyes did not reciprocate all the views of his friend.

Arsene stared at him intensely as Zaara made that basic move. Somehow the girl looks cute, her face looks reddish especially on the cheeks and under her eyes. A slight smile appeared on his lips which while chanting the numbers due to counting.

“Sen, it's done!” fahri nudged Arsene's arm.

“Ehm. Ah yes, good! Enough enough!” said groggy.

Then it is the turn of Love that stands forward.

“Observe me yes!” he said confidently, then put the position of the horses. He then faced to the left while sticking one of his hands to the side. Pulling his hand at once raised the opposite foot with his hand. Then he shook his body like a chainsaw shake.

Suddenly all the male students in front of him patted the eel.

“Lu if you want to rock on stage, not here!” Mamat protest.

“Already, enough-enough! Continue the others!” cut Arsene.

It does not feel the sky is getting darker, ending the session that will be continued to the next session for next week. That is showing the group version of gymnastics in front of the class.

Arsene returned to her class to pick up her bag after she finished her Ashar prayer. The classroom was deserted because the other friends had gone home first. He was quite surprised when he found Zaara's bag still on his stool. But he thought, perhaps Zaara still has needs with her spiritual friends. So he did not think too much about it, he only remembered how Zaara's timid expression when she was demonstrating gymnastic movements. Arsene smiled to himself remembering it. He walked to the courtyard to meet Rainer who had been waiting for him since.

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The sound of open sheets of books filled Arsene's bedroom one by one that night. He was re-learn what was discussed in his class this afternoon. For him it is effective to remember the lesson before he finally applied it to the problems in his book.

Suddenly the phone on the bed rang loudly. The man grabbed her immediately, worried that there was news of the birth of his new sister. But an unknown number called him that night. His eyebrows cringed. Wh who?

“Halo assalamu’alaikum?” sapana.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” answered a motherly woman's voice there, but not her mommy.

Arsene was silent for a moment.

“This is Arsene number right?” ask that voice.

“Iya right I am Arsene. Sorry, who is this with?” tanyanya doubt.

“This Aunty Karin.”

Arsene's eyes were shocked. What was?

“Ooh, Auntie! What's up?” tanyakanya.

“Sorry to disturb you at night, but Auntie wants to ask you something. Did you see Zaara before you came home?” asked Karin, her tone sounded anxious.

“Zaara why Auntie?”

“Iya, Zaara hasn't come home until now! Aunty tried to call her number but was not active. Aunty has also tried to contact his deket friends, he said they did not go home with Zaara. So Aunt try asking your number to Ajeng, who knows you know Zaara before returning to school,” explained Karin.

Arsene's heart was not feeling well. Moreover, the time has shown at 20:05 p.m. As he remembered earlier, the bag belonging to his friend was still in his class.

“Arsene only see Zaara before Ashar prayers at school mosque. At that time we were a bunch of sports lessons, but Arsene did not know where Zaara went after that. You see Arsene see Zaara's bag is still on his bench,” explained Arsene honestly.

“You know that Zaara bag is pink, right?” asked Karin to make sure, because she bought the bag for her son.

“Yes right, Auntie!” answer Arsene sure.

“Aduh, where is he now huh? Aunty was worried, Zaara had never come home this late. If you come home late, he always gives you information before.”

Arsene.

Where's Zaara?

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Where is Zaara?

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