My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 49. Left Behind
Ardi was still sitting on the couch after talking to Arsene and his friends. He did not expect that he would meet the son of the former woman of his heart first. He thought Ajeng and his family were still living in Singapore, but his guess was wrong. According to him, Arsene's face is the right combination between Ajeng and Ferdian's face, with a style of speaking that is more like his father. The first semester student also looks mature and calm when explaining the animal-related sacrifice to him. It's just that he did not expect, Ajeng and Ferdian children are active in the mosque campus da'wah institution. Ferdian was only active in BEM. The world is spinning fast.
Ardi's own son, the result of his marriage to Novi, had become a high school student. Now the man is a widower because he has separated from his wife who has the same profession. The man is more busy in the world of teaching while continuing to monitor his son who lives with his mother. That status he got ten years ago, so the man immediately moved to this state university.
The thin-floated man had just about to take off his shoes to replace them with sandals because he was going to the dean building mosque. Suddenly he saw a rectangular white envelope lying under the table. Ardi took it and watched it. It was written in hand on the envelope.
To Abi Zaara
Ardi frowned, full of wonder. Is this Arsene's property tucked in the brochure and then dropped? But seeing the name on it, he remembered that the student who contacted him was named Zaara. The man quickly pulled out his phone, typing something so that the wide-hijab student took the alleged Zaara item at the guest table majoring in Sasing.
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Zaara and her friends had just returned from the mosque. Given that the next lecture will last one hour, he remembered the whatsapp chat from Mr. Ardi that there were items left behind his in the Sasing department room. The girl felt that she did not take anything out of the bag when talking to Mr. Ardi earlier. But out of curiosity, he asked Terry to drive him back to Sasing's lecturer's room.
“Excuse me Ma'am, said Mr Ardi there is my item left here huh?” zaara asked the employee who sat down to receive guests in the lecturer room of the most popular department.
“What's the name?”
“Zaara, Mom!”
“Oh yes, briefly!” the hijab-wearing and bespectacled woman took something out of a basket that usually contained thin sheets or documents for the lecturers.
“This yes!” he said while giving a long white envelope.
Since it was not his, automatically Zaara's forehead frowned. Just seeing her name written there, it seemed like the envelope was indeed for her. No, for his ashes!
As soon as he remembered Arsene's words, let alone this envelope that the man would give him. But why is that thing for his ashes? What's Arsene got to do with his ashes? And what's in that envelope?
“Still Bu!” zaara said in the end after her mind wondered about this leftover object. Soon, Zaara pulled out her phone, opened whatsapp, and took a photo of the envelope and sent it to Arsene.
[Is this yours?]
Zaara put the envelope in her bag. He had to wait for news of Arsene's confirmation of the object, although he was very curious about its contents. What was it in Arsene's interest to have to send the envelope to his father?
“What's missing, Ra?” terry asked the questions that still plagued his mind.
“Not me, it's Arsene like!” zaara answered as she stepped down the stairs.
“Ciyeee, how can you contact?” ask Terry full of questions.
“Because there is my name there, not deng, Abi Zaara! That's the writing on the envelope.” The girl's mind was still raging. While the friend beside him was already grimacing, looking at Zaara's turmoil.
“Kok can tell it has Arsene?” ask Terry again, act like a detective who wants to uncover a case. The case of his friend's heart, more precisely.
“So she wanted to leave something for me, but she said the item was left behind. So I suspect, lest it be the envelope that he wants to be signed.” Zaara is still holding her phone, hoping Arsene will return the message soon.
“Hmm..., you are disappointed huh?” guess Terry still chuckles.
“Kecase why?” tanya Zaara raised her eyebrows.
“Related, because it turns out the letter is not for you, but make your abi, haha!” Terry laughed teasingly at Zaara who was looking upset, maybe because of Raffa's behavior or it could be because of Arsene. The girl just breathed.
A notification sound emerged from the phone held by Zaara. The girl immediately opened it impatiently, then sighed because the reply she was waiting for had not come yet.
Again there was a notification sound, this time Zaara ignored it. Probably from his class group asking about next week's assignments like that. Zaara and Terry set foot into the cafeteria, where the rest of the comrades were waiting for them.
Not yet in the cafeteria, the sound of the phone ringing shocked him. Arsene's name is on there.
“Ciyeee!” again Terry teased him with his nosy grin.
“Thanks for hunting!” exclaim Terry.
With hesitation, Zaara picked up the phone.
“Ass...”
“Yes Allah, can't you say hello first?!” nagging Zaara when she saw the connection cut off. Terry laughed even more at the behavior of Zaara who was upset on the threshold.
“Proposy yes, that guy, ngeselin!”
“Yes we've been to the canteen yuk, would pesen mango juice let seger, dizzy head I met a strange guy. Astagfirullah!”
The two girls entered the cafeteria and ordered a lunch menu, then joined their other classmates.
Zaara sat herself in a chair next to her female friend. The five-member group were busy discussing the college assignments they had just received for the next week.
"Ra, I have a complete story. If it's sent to the publisher's Om can you not?" ask Dhea that afternoon. The friend was indeed happy to write fiction even though only on a digital platform.
Zaara looked towards him.
"That's all, Dhe! Try to send me the story, I will send it to Om Kevin, ", Zaara explained.
"Why send it to you first?" ask Dhea curious.
"I'm a freelance editor at a publisher got my Om!"
"Well, you're the editor, Ra? Since when?" dhea asked in disbelief, greeted with the same expression from the other comrades.
"Since this lecture. While training to be a real editor, hehe...."
Dhea's expression suddenly became enthusiastic. The owner of the round face was sumringah, the opportunity to publish his own novel in a prestigious publisher was getting bigger.
"I'm still a first-tier editor, so just check out typo, PUEBI, or anything that looks like it. If you pass the selection, your work will be read by a more advanced script editor, Dhe!" lang Zaara's.
"Well, you're an editor, I'm so happy. Do you want to be Ra's editor?"
Zaara nodded with a smile. He has loved the world of literature since childhood. Although still a beginner, he felt he had found his world. Moreover, having an uncle who is struggling in the publishing world makes him have easier access to become a freelance editor.
"Okay, I'll send my script to you, okay?" said Dhea cheerfully.
"Ready! What's your script about?"
"Married young! Haha!"
"Wow. Why take that story?" terry asked, The girl seemed to be the most curious.
"Because my sister married young. Wiggling they still live at home sometimes makes me tickle myself, between envy and sprains. Haha!"
"Send me, Dhe!" said Zaara.
"Hahaha, there are people who are curious about your story, Dhe! Send it to Zaara to be an inspiration!" terry exclaimed, making Zaara's face blush.
Dhea immediately asked for Zaara's email address. He promised to send the script later tonight. Ah, looks like the girl will have a nice job after this.
Meanwhile, Arsene's heart could not stop beating after receiving a short message containing a photo of her envelope from Zaara. It was indeed his that was intended for Reza. His life really won't be able to calm down from today.
It's just that he has thought everything through, considering the risks and consequences, and what plans he has. He truly wishes the best and prays to the Almighty. The man decided to focus on following his lecture this afternoon.
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Ahem...
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