My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 51. Mail (2)

Assalamu’alaikum wr.

Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, all praise is always directed to Allah swt. Because of His affection, I can still breathe and write this letter with full awareness. May shalawat always poured out on the Prophet. And may Allah always give blessings and protection to the family of Om Reza.

Sorry for my willingness to send this letter to Om. I intend to express what my intentions have been for the past few years. Really, I didn't mean to be disrespectful by sending this letter. It's just that, I think, it's better that I ask Om's permission first, as guardian and parent of Zaara Haniya.

If Om pleases, then let me express this intention to Om. I intend to file ta’aruf with princess Om. Would Om allow Zaara to accept it? Sorry if this letter seems disrespectful. May God forgive all my mistakes.

God willing I will contact Om directly for the answer. Afwanese. Jazakallahu.

Wassalamu’alaikum wr.

Arsenia R. Winata

Reza closed the letter with a pretty shocked heart even though he himself had already predicted. Is because Arsene knows related to Raffa's submission to directly propose Zaara, so the young man was triggered. It's just that Reza feels more confident in Arsene, seeing the hard work, his dreams, and the change of the man.

Reza looked at his daughter who looked tense, visible from the look of her eyes and clenched hands.

“You want to ta’aruf same Arsene?” shoot Reza directly at Zaara.

Suddenly Zaara's eyes turned enlarged and glittering, her mouth that had been tightly clenched now opened a little.

“Abi don't joke!” his sergeant still couldn't believe his brother's question.

Reza smiled at her daughter. He took the letter and held it.

“There are two young people who are both interested in a girl. Both of them dared to speak directly to the girl's parents. Only, one of them took a heavier risk by directly bringing a lot of gifts and coming home with the intention of directly asking the girl. While another prefers to take a smaller risk, by sending this letter because he does not know whether his good intentions will be accepted by the girl or not. You know who's more mature the plan between them?”

Zaara was stunned looking at her father who was still smiling at her.

“Abi likes these two young men. They're really amazing for not using the common ways that go on out there, like dating. But there is a difference between the two of them, according to Abi one is still reckless, while the other one is quite brave even though still considering the possibility that occurred. You can definitely change them. You rejected Raffa, and now that this letter is from Arsene, he asked Abi for permission to share it with you. Do you want to try ta’aruf with him?”

Zaara is still flinching. Although he felt flowery because Arsene really realized his plan, but he still had to ask for guidance from God so as not to step wrong.

“Zaara need time to answer, Bi!”

“How long? Three days is enough?”

Zaara gulped saliva into her throat.

“Insya Allah.”

“Sipp. Abi will tell Arsene let him not wait.”

Zaara nodded and went out of her father's office with a feeling of unease, between joy, nervousness, anxiety, and confusion. The girl patted him on the cheek wishing all this was just a dream, but this was really real. Zaara ran to her own room and laid her body on the bed.

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That night the Eid al-Adha organizers had gathered, almost all of them would stay at the mosque tonight. Arsene, who has received permission from his parents. The plan is partly to enliven the takbir full night, and partly to make a dividing line for pilgrims who will follow the ied prayer in the courtyard of the campus mosque. Arsene alone controls his comrades.

Some of the animals have been tied to the trees behind the mosque. Many cows are tied there, while the number of goats is less. According to the seniors, the number of animals sacrificed this time is more than the previous year. They appreciate the performance of this year's committee is very good, although among them really just plunged hold this mandate.

Since before dawn the committee was re-exalted, glorifying his name in the feast of the greatness of Muslims. The air temperature on campus is really cold, because it is located in the highlands, and surrounded by small forests. Arsene tightened his jacket, and walked towards the ablution place with his other comrades. He was about to perform tahajud prayer after having fallen asleep for a while. The cold water seemed to pierce the skin as it flowed. The sleepiness disappeared instantly.

The next morning, the committee was busy directing pilgrims to fill the leading shaf, as well as the committee of the akhwat more difficult, because the mothers of old age difficult to be directed. Fortunately, other female pilgrims quickly came and filled the empty shaf, so that the prayers could be carried out with a close shaf.

This time the Ikhwan committee was busy bringing the sacrificial animal in a quarry hole to be slaughtered. There were already religious lecturers who were also tasked with being animal butchers that day. Arsene only paid attention to him, because he had no experience in herding animals at all. A white cow of great size was herded. Organizers of large men assisted with the fathers who were there began to drop the animal. A lecturer preparing to slaughter, lafadz takbir was echoed by all as the slaughtering process took place. Blood flowed from the cow's neck followed by a sound from her mouth. It didn't take long, the flowing blood was slowly receding, some of the organizers took the body of the big cow to a place to skin it. Arsene took over in this cow skinning task, he had done it when he used to attend a cooking academy. He seemed enthusiastic about doing it. A sisit knife was already held by him and he began to do his job nimbly. Although not a job he liked, this technique he had learned and happened to score quite well at that time.

“Sen, very good at it hold the knife!” exclaimed Kang Ilman who also did the job.

“Study time, Kang!” he said while skinning the thighs.

“Great euy, learn where?”

“First school time in cooking academy!” the answer is that he continues to do his job.

“Wow cool!” praise Kang Ilman, Arsene smiled.

Some animals have been successfully skinned well. The fishy smell of beef and goat gushed from his hands. His clothes were also smelled with that scent. But the work is not finished, he still has to help to dismember the part of the cow or goat that has been cleaned of internal organs.

Meanwhile, at the police station, the organizers were busy putting the cut meat into plastic bags. Some akhwat also helped cut the meat that the Brotherhood handed to them. There are some who feel disgusted because they can not stand the fishy smell, there are also some who can not hold the meat. Just-there's. Zaara herself took the job of cutting meat with a sharp knife in her hand.

“Ra, there's still a big bone I can't cut!” said an akhwat committee named Ema while handing over a large piece of bone that is part of the quadriceps.

“Yes, only ikhwan has.”

“Oke for a moment, I'm asking for help first!”

Zaara approached Arsene who did have a line of communication with him. With her heart pounding, the girl handed over a container of meat with large bones, as the man was cutting the bottom of the goat's body. As for the question of the man in front of him, he had not answered. It's the last day of what Arsene promised.

“Can you please cut again, this is still a big bone!” zaara exclaimed, Arsene automatically turned his head.

“Oh, briefly!”

Arsene swiftly dismembered the part of the beef bone that was still wrapped in thick meat, then while talking to a friend who asked him, he put the meat in the container that Zaara gave.

“This, please!” he said smiling widely.

“Still,” replied Zaara looking down with her little smile.

Zaara did not pay attention to the contents of the container and immediately gave it to her friend who asked for help earlier.

“Zaara this what?!” said Ema, pointing at one of the odd objects oval and large.

Zaara's eyes widened to see the strange object. The other friends laughed.

“That's right.. a-a-wanna goat!” said another man.

Zaara shuddered amusedly. He took the container and brought it back to Arsene.

“Arsene!” calling him, he occasionally held his breath, while glancing his eyes upwards.

Arsene stood still with his cutting knife.

“Why else?” Arsene tried to be friendly, seeing the standing girl look tense.

“This what?! Cepet take again!” resounding.

Arsene shook his head to see the ketus side of Zaara appear again after a long time. However, the man stood like a statue when he saw the thing he should not have given earlier. Somehow he put it in the container that Zaara brought. Arsene immediately seized the container held by Zaara and took out an object that would make the employees shudder amusedly.

“Afwan!” he said bowed while giving the container back to Zaara.

Zaara tried to hold back her laughter, then left from there chuckling. It turns out Arsene was pretty sloppy too.

The sun has gone up, the activity around the mosque is now over. Some of the organizers just distribute the wrapped meat to the people who have got tickets. Arsene has cleaned his body and changed his clothes. The young man put his shirt in his backpack. Suddenly his phone rang short. A notification popped out from there.

[Where are you? I'll drop you a letter] Message from Zaara.

Arsene's heart is pounding. He is not at all reminded of the promise of Om Reza who said Zaara will answer his question related to ta’aruf in three days. His busyness all along made him completely forget, but with the appearance of the notice, his heart was now becoming alarmed.

[I'm in the mosque. Where do you want to meet?]

[In the hall now, in the usual meeting place.] Reply Zaara.

[Okay!]

Arsene's heart is completely anchored like a mosque bedug that is widening. Today it was a day, and his heart is now shaking. Especially thinking about Zaara's answer later. Is the letter the same as Raffa's? He can't imagine it.

Arsene walked through the mosque to a corner where they used to hold committee meetings, there was a wall magazine that used to be a place for the writings and works of LDK students specifically for children. Arsene stood there waiting for the girl with anxious feelings.

“Hei!” zaara surprised him.

“Hai!” Arsene smiled a little.

“Sorry!” said Zaara bowed while thrusting a purple envelope, the same color that was given to Raffa. Is it the same? Arsene has prepared his heart, hoping it is for the best.

Zaara said goodbye from before him, then ran straight from there because her father had picked her up. Arsene held the envelope to his chest while thinking. Does he have to open it here now or at his house later?

Hm....

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