My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 46. Talks (2)
That night Arsene just got home. The man in black jacket climbed the stairs leading to his room, seeing the atmosphere of the house was deserted. The residents of his house are already in their rooms. The man sneezed as he climbed the stairs. Several times, the man sneezed back. Someone opened the door from downstairs.
“Abang!” a soft voice called out to him, making Arsene stop his steps.
“Yes, Mom?”
Ajeng who was wearing a long nightgown appeared from under the stairs, his face looking up at the body of his son who was still standing on the stairs.
“Udah dinner?” tanya Ajeng while tying her strung hair.
“Not yet, but just finished the cake in the store,” Arsene back down the stairs, and grabbed his mother's hand to be let down.
“There is juice in the refrigerator, who knows you want. Just made!” Ajeng noticed his son's tired-looking face.
“Iya, thanks, Mom!”
Arsene walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. Looking at the glass of bright orange juice with a fresh scent, he picked up the glass and immediately gulped it down as his body sat on the dining table chair.
He walked with his son, and sat down before him. The woman, who still looks like she is in her 30s, looks at her eldest child with a smile. I don't know why seeing Arsene now he feels happy and anxious. Happy because the young man in front of him was living energetically with many plans that had been arranged, remembered like he used to be. But on the one hand he was anxious, because he was worried that his son's hard work had a big problem, considering Arsene was still very young to pursue his career as well as college. Even when he saw it hurt, because the girl adjaan heart of his son was being targeted also by his best friend's son. As a mother, that worry is not excessive. He wanted his son to get the best.
“Don't overextend yourself, Cen!” said Ajeng still continue to pay attention to his son who was gulping the juice of his artificial fruit.
Arsene glanced at his mother.
“I love all the activities I do, Mom!” he answered while again finishing the contents of his long glass.
“But don't make you sick. Your store will already have Brother Alice in control, as much as you can be more relaxed to manage it,” said Ajeng while propping up his chin on one hand.
“To be controlled, Mom! I have to know what obstacles they face every day,” answered Arsene to move, then put his dirty glass in the basin washing dishes.
Ajeng. Arsene sat back in his chair and saw the contents of the dining table covered with a serving hood.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I've eaten, Mom!” The young man picked up a bowl of used spaghetti dinner last night. Arsene rarely eats dinner with his family because he always comes home late. The man took a fork and began to eat the already cold spaghetti.
“I am the head of the Eid al-Adha committee at LDK, Mom!” the young man's story.
“Don't be too busy, Cen!”
“I'm not busy, Mom! I want to try jumping in there too. Who knows I could be the leader of an opa company or grandpa someday,” he said with a smile, then chew his spaghetti.
“Emang you want to lead the company?”
“Not really! But at the LDK I learned about leadership and organization. I'm interested!” said relaxed.
“Mommy will not ban you, as long as you can still focus on your college and business.” Ajeng really sees Arsene as his ambitious self. Even the child was even wilder.
Arsene was still preoccupied with chewing his spaghetti, then he took a glass filled with water. The young man took a sip, then kept the glass on the side of the bowl which was now empty.
“Oh yes, Mom! You didn't?” he said he wasn't done looking at his mother's face.
“What is it?” ask Ajeng.
“Zaara and Raffa they have nothing to do,” said Arsene casually, his smile appearing on his pink lips.
“Oh yes?” Ajeng's eyes grew incredulous.
Arsene nodded.
“Tau where are you from?” tanya Ajeng began to investigate, he was curious about what happened. Both Karin and Sita never talked about what happened to their children. Maybe he was worried that he would be offended. He did not want to ask, let their children live their own lives without the intervention of their parents. Ajeng and Ferdian are committed not to interfere in the affairs of his children's romance, although still they are ready to direct and give him advice.
“I've found Zaara's answer letter to Raffa!”
“What?! Are you sure?!” The teacher was really shocked this time. How could Arsene find a letter from Zaara to Raffa? Did the kid steal it? Ajeng really did not think out.
“I found their letters in the garbage cans at the mosque! Haha!” he said very proud.
“How could you do that?!”
“Yes!” Ajeng really did not believe what his son was doing. Arsene's really crazy to take that letter out of the garbage can. Is that what his son wants with Zaara?
“So I asked Zaara directly, does she have a relationship with Raffa? He replied, nope!”
Ajeng chuckled to see his son who was ‘gila’ it. Really, he always acted unexpectedly, moreover there were always events that indeed made him do strange things.
“So what are your plans, dear Brother Acen, this coolest and coolest mommy kid?”
Arsene blushed to hear his mother's words. He closed his smiling lips with his hand.
“We’ll see, Mom!” he said smiling widely.
“Do not act arbitrarily, you have parents who can make discussion!” adjeng warned him.
“Sure, Mom! I still worry about everything, especially my self problems.”
“Good. Don’t ever do anything without consideration (never do anything without consideration), involve God in every decision you yes, dear?!”
“I will, Mom! I'm taking a break, huh?” Arsene got out of his chair and put the bowl and glass back in the dishwasher basin.
“Sleep well, sweetheart!” said Ajeng to his son who stepped his feet on the stairs to walk to his bedroom.
Arsene cleansed her body and performed the delayed prayer before she laid her body on the bed. The man took something from his study desk drawer. An agenda book that is usually used as a place to write plans, targets, evaluations, and schedule agendas.
The man who was still covering his head with his towel opened the sheets of book paper in his handle. A pen is in his right hand. One phrase was written there, beautiful flowers were delightful, he wrote it down with it. Below it was written a short rhyme that he had made himself when he first felt the taste..
Hard as a rock
Tough as steel
Until the waves roar
Splitting corals at the end of twilight
I knew you a long time ago
Through stories as sweet as honey
But the memories didn't deliver me
It was time to meet
Beautiful flowers can wither
Dropped by the wind
I hope tomorrow brings you longing
Hairy and full of love
The young man turned his face to the ceiling of the roof of his room, as if his gaze pierced into the vast sky, looking at the twinkling of the glittering stars, He lived on the earth, treading the ground. But his hope is at the highest end of the sky which cannot be seen. Only faith can bring him to that place.
Arsene looked back at his own record. Some of his thoughts and hopes were written there. He has checked the list on the expectations he has lived and has been in process. The man took a small book. A book that changed the paradigm of his life. Then he looked at his notebook again. There are many lists there related to him, which he thinks has been his shortcomings.
Is it enough to move on to the next mission?
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