My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 55. Conferment

Lightning and thunder rippled through the sky which was now getting darker due to being left behind by the sun. Zaara is still anxious, even though she is in the mosque, she still remembers the events of a few weeks ago if she had to go home at night. Moreover, his daughter's friends have now returned home because of the location of their boarding not far from the mosque. Zaara opened her Quranic mushaf, waiting for the sky to clear her anger. The girl chanted the holy verse of the Quran by lowering her voice inside the mosque.

The terrace is wet because of the wind raging that brings rain wherever it goes. Adzan Maghrib was already reverberating, the girl with ash now took her water. His heart was quite relieved that the rain had receded even though it still left its specks. He followed the congregational prayer in the mosque with the women worshippers who came.

Zaara looked at her phone, when it showed at 18:30, Zayyan had not come to pick her up as she had requested this morning. Is it possible because the road is jammed, so that his sister is stuck? He did not feel comfortable if he had to remain alone in the mosque even in the area of women worshipers. May Zayyan arrive soon, he hoped inwardly.

The girl opened her phone, as some whatsapp chat notifications appeared. His heart was racing as he read a message from Arsene in his taaruf group. He realized Arsene must be worried about him because of the incident some time ago. Fortunately, his mother was quick to reply to Arsene's message. He did not want to be in a relationship with the man, too nervous and too vulnerable to his feelings. Especially now that they are in a relationship, although it is still too early.

Zaara clicked on her mother's name in the group, then sent her a message.

[Mi, where's Zayyan? Zaara alone in the mosque :’(]

His heart was suddenly aghast at the realization that he was sending the message not in a private chat with his mother, but in the group. He quickly deleted his message that was sent just a few seconds ago. He didn't mean to get Arsene's attention, hopefully Arsene doesn't read it. His heart just doesn't get any worse. Zaara settled herself on a dry terrace beside the door of the mosque.

Some students who just finished doing afternoon activities are still seen there to perform maghrib prayers. Just a little of their number. While the male pilgrims pretty much passed through the door which is quite far from where Zaara sat. Zaara has sent the right message to her mother. His mother told him that Zayyan was on his way to pick him up.

“Zaara!” call a voice from somewhere. Zaara knew well that the voice belonged to who made her heart jump.

Zaara turned to the corner. There's Arsene there standing behind the pillar of the mosque.

“Not home?” ask the man to make sure that Zaara is okay.

Zaara. “In the meantime, Zayyan's wealth is coming!” the answer.

Arsene nodded, the man then sat on one side of the wall that borders between the brotherhood and the akhwat.

Zaara. His heart was eager to scream. Why did he come here? arsene may have been somewhere else before. Zaara wondered in her heart. Is it because the message was read? Zaara shook her head in frustration and misbehavior. One more question in his mind, what is Arsene doing there? Just sitting there watching his phone. Was the white man waiting for him until Zaara was actually picked up by Zayyan?

Zaara cupped her hot cheeks. Maybe if he was looking in the mirror, his cheeks would look red.

Zaara feels guilty, Arsene must be waiting for her CV ta’aruf. He actually made it, only he wanted to check it again. But his college work made him forget for a moment. He promised to send her tonight.

Zaara turned to Arsene who was still watching the phone. The man's position is visible because he is sitting in front of a window that opens his curtain. Although only his back could be seen by Zaara, but still the existence of the man there made him awkward. Suddenly Arsene stood up and walked towards the entrance of the Brotherhood. His voice was quite audible from where Zaara was sitting.

“Udah pray?” ask Arsene.

“It wants Bang! Stuck the jammed earlier!” that's Zayyan's voice.

Zaara was able to breathe a sigh of relief, her sister had finally arrived.

Zayyan had finished performing the maghrib prayer, Arsene told him that his brother was waiting for him on the side porch.

“Teh, mayu home!” zayyan exclaimed a peek from behind the mosque's perimeter wall.

“Hayuu!” said Zaara moved from her seat and immediately took her shoes.

Zaara rushed towards the mosque parking lot. The night air was getting colder, even though he was always wearing his inner robe and shirt, the temperature this night really made him vibrate. He endured the cold by rubbing his hands while continuing to walk to the motor park. He saw Arsene walking with his sister while embracing his shoulder. It seems that the two are familiar.

Zaara hugged her own cold body. The rainstorm left a piercing cold, I don't know how much the temperature tonight. Zayyan gave him a helmet.

“Nih, Tea!”

Zaara's wearing that helmet. It was unexpected that Arsene parked his bike right next to his sister's motorcycle. The man walked to his motorcycle after a brief conversation with one of the LDK administrators who lived in the secretariat of the mosque.

“Slight!” said Zaara who had hugged her body since.

Zaara's history of hypothermia made Arsene worried and continued to pay attention to Zaara who would ride a motorcycle with her sister. Arsene opened his denim jacket, although not a thick jacket, at least this jacket can help reduce the cold.

“If you don't mind, just wear my jacket!” said Arsene, while thrusting his jacket.

“Nothing, Sen!” sergeant Zaara.

Zayyan who had boarded his motorcycle, gave the code to his brother.

“Take aja, Tea! His hypothermic lattice!”

Zaara so cursed herself that forgetful because today came home in the afternoon and did not bring her jacket. Zaara let out a sigh and Arsene had not yet pulled out her hand.

“Yes already, I pinjem bentar!” zaara said at the end.

Arsene smiled a little.

“Eh Brother does not want to go to our house too huh? Said Umi want to drop something for Aunt Ajeng,” asked Zayyan to make sure.

“Yes, stop by!” answer Arsene.

Zaara's heart is more and more unkillful, this means that it is possible that their motorbike will go hand in hand along the way home.

“Hayu, Tea! Up!” zayyan.

Zaara rode her sister's motorcycle while watching Arsene who was wearing a helmet, she was worried that her legs would be exposed when riding her sister's motorcycle because of her position sitting astride. Zaara pulled the tip of her skirt until it completely covered her legs. He also pulled his socks up.

The girl was wearing Arsene's jacket, smelling the scent of masculine perfume that appeared in certain corners. It was the first time he smelled this scent, and I don't know why he liked it. Though he never liked the perfume owned by abi or his sister who was too pungent piercing his nose. The coldness that had greeted his body, now slowly lost to change the warmth of Arsene's black denim jacket. Zayyan drove his bike under the dark of night.

Road congestion has unraveled as drivers dwindle. However, at some intersection points and areas near the market there are many deep pools of water. Zayyan drove the bike carefully and gassed when it passed through the puddle. While Arsene was behind them, despite being blocked by several motorcycles and cars in front of him.

Zayyan stopped his motorbike when he arrived at the fence of his house. Zaara opened the gate of her house and let her sister in and parked her motorbike inside. While Arsene had just arrived there, he stopped in front of the fence and turned off his bike.

“Log in, Bang!” zayyan said before closing the gate. Zaara went inside first.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” Zaara says hello when entering his house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” said Karin welcomed the arrival of her children.

“Eh that you wear whose jacket? The feeling of never having such a big jacket?” asked Karin to watch her eldest daughter.

DEG.

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