My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 56. Clink

Zaara was about to waltz into her room after greeting. However, Karin was able to make the girl stop, when she asked about the large black denim jacket she was wearing.

Zaara completely forgot, he did not immediately return the jacket to Arsene before he entered. How do I answer his mother's question? It's completely wrong behavior.

“Neng Zaara, who's it got?” ask Karin again.

Suddenly Zayyan entered followed by Arsene behind him while saying his greetings. Karin who did not close the aurat immediately ran towards her room to put on her robe and khimar.

Seeing that opportunity, Zaara ran out. Arsene and Zayyan looked at him in astonishment. Zaara took off her jacket, and put it on Arsene's bike. He promised to say thank you and sorry after this.

“Ngapain Tea?” zayyan asked to see Zaara who had returned.

Arsene was already sitting in the living room with Zayyan beside him.

“Thank you Sen, sorry I put the jacket on your bike!” he said full of regret by bowing his body.

“Yee, the elder is not polite!” sahut Zayyan's.

“Ssst .. don't let umi! Please!” zaara said to the two sitting men while cupping her hands together.

Arsene so trying to hold back his laughter see the behavior of Zaara who looks all wrong, looks adorable.

“Ready!” arsene answered briefly.

Arsene so remembered the cake he brought earlier, he still hung it on the handlebar of his motorbike.

“Ra, it's no cake on the motor, can you please get it?” arsene Pinta.

“Kue?” ask Zaara.

Arsene nodded. Zaara walked out again and saw a white pouch containing a small rectangular box. The girl took it and went back inside.

“That's for Umi Karin, uh, Aunt Karin!” arsene. “Bring aja!” continued Arsene.

“Ah, thanks! I went back first yes,” said Zaara.

Arsene just smiled.

Shortly after Karin came out of the room, finding Zaara smiling while carrying a box of cookies, the woman who had now closed her aura intercepted her child.

“What is it?” tanyanya.

“Kue!” answer Zaara.

“From Arsene?”

Zaara nodded, and made her mother. Karin really likes cakes from Arsene store of any kind.

“Cepet send your CV. Kasian wait a long time!” exciting Karin.

“Yes, Mi! I have sent it!”

“Mantap!” Karin gave her one thumb and walked straight to the living room carrying a parcel with a purple pouch.

“Healthy, Sen?” greet Karin to the young man who was talking to Zayyan.

“Alhamdulillah, Auntie!”

“Sorry yes so ngerepotin. This is Auntie's mommy Ajeng's order. Are you guys together?” ask Karin who just realized it.

“So met Brother Arsene in the mosque, Mi!” Zayyan.

“Ooh...” said Karin, something is tickling her heart.

Arsene took the parcel that was already on the table and put it inside his backpack.

“I'll be home soon, Auntie!” tell the young man.

“Eh, do not want to drink first oruh? Ra.... make it drink!” karin shouted at Zaara.

But Arsene quickly rejected it subtly because the night was also late.

“There are many aunts, next time! Excuse me first. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Karin and Zayyan returned their greetings.

Karin and Zayyan drove the young man to his bike. At first glance Karin saw a piece of cloth lying on the motor Arsene, a thick black cloth that Arsene then wear.

Arsene nodded after putting on his helmet and drove his motorcycle towards his home that night.

Karin and Zayyan went back inside the house. Much suspicion in Karin's mind for his son and Arsene, he immediately knocked on Zaara's room.

“Ra!” call Karin.

Zaara opened the door to her room.

“Why Mi?”

“Umi tau jacket who had earlier,” said Karin smiled with a grin full of intrigue.

Zaara's eyes grew.

“Arsene has it?” guess Karin.

“Kok can you wear her jacket? And did you meet at the mosque? Why is there?” karin asked and tried to confirm it.

Being flocked with many of those questions at once, made Zaara confused.

“Before Umi, sit down first, and cry Zaara first! Umi don't think that's weird huh?” her door.

“Try clear everything!”

Zaara was silent for a while and sat down on her desk chair and faced her mother who was sitting next to her bed mattress.

“Jaket it emang have Arsene, forced Zaara pinjem because it was to shiver just want to go home, worried hypothermia relapse again. But there's Zayyan, Mi! We're in the parking lot of motor.”

“Terus?”

“Arsene came to the mosque and we met there, but only briefly and nothing. He just asked me I haven't been home. After Zayyan came, we came here together.” Zaara tried to explain everything so as not to misunderstand.

Karin breathed a little relieved hearing her daughter's explanation.

“You from now on must be more careful, do not meet often outside this house. Umi was worried, especially the gini nights. Don't send any more messages that worry her. Even if it's a sermon, he can see you. Umi hope, ta’aruf process you do not need long. Two months or three months, enough. Rich semester holidays suitable time for you to marry!”

“What?!” said Zaara reflex.

“Yes Allah, may my children always be protected!” Karin prayed expectantly.

“Faster is better, right? Let you both awake,” continued Karin.

“Iya. But...”

“Shalat istikhoroh again and ask God to strengthen your choices during this ta’aruf process. Don't forget to send her CV!” exclaimed Karin then left her son who was still surprised.

The final exam of the semester ranges another two months, after which the holidays will begin. Although the semester break is not long, but if he had a wedding at that time it might be quite good. But ta’arufnya alone has not started because CV ta’aruf his has not been sent. He himself has not read Arsene's CV ta’aruf, because he will read it if he has sent his own to be fair. Zaara rushes to open her laptop and checks her CV before it is sent.

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Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Arsene had just finished his prayer. The man took his mushaf and chanted some of the holy verses of the Quran in the silence of the night. Prayer is offered afterwards with a low heart and high hopes, hoping that everything will go smoothly.

His feelings were not good after meeting with Zaara. The taste he has, he must admit, is getting bigger. He asked God to control his feelings. He doesn't want to get caught up in love before the wedding. And he also told his Lord.

Arsene will try to control his heart, he is committed not to meet Zaara outside the girl's house. While it's possible they'll still meet on campus, it's just that he'll try not to make eye contact or meet in person. He will avoid it for a moment to guard the heart.

Trings. Suddenly a notification popped out of his phone. He ignored it and continued to struggle. Until finally tiredness overcame his body, he decided to go straight to sleep that night.

The sounds of the insects of the night sang mundanely in the early hours of the day. After last night's rain, the silence and cold had not left Bandung City. Arsene awakens after being startled by the sound of an alarm from her phone. The man rubbed his eyes. Waking up in the third night this time has become a habit, after since entering college trying to form the habit with difficulty.

Arsene went to the bathroom to take ablution, and performed three types of prayers, tahajud prayers, hajat prayers, and istikhoroh prayers. Still with the same hope and prayer as before.

But before asking for hope, he always positioned himself low, helpless, and nothing. Forgiveness is always expressed in advance so that the prayer is not caught in the clouds, but immediately accepted and heard by God in the highest heavens.

Arsene sat down on the prayer mat with his hands turned to heaven like a beggar asking for mercy. Now he is hoping for his return. His heart was calmer and more peaceful. The morning prayer rumbles, making him go out of the room for the congregational dawn prayer in the mosque.

Along with that, Ferdian also came out of his bedroom.

“Rain not built?” asked Ferdian to see that Arsene was tidy with his cocktail shirt.

“Misscall is it?”

“Build aja!”

Arsene took his home phone, and dialed his sister's number. Before long, Rainer came out with his tight slanted eyes. It's coming down slowly.

“Cepet Rain!” exclaimed Ferdian, looking at his son who had not taken the water.

“Hmm...”.

The three set foot in a mosque not far from their home.

Some time they come back. The dawn sky was still dark, but the chirping of the burun had been crowded to scavenge for sustenance.

“You opened WA group last night?” ask Ferdian on the way home.

“What group?” ask Arsene plain.

“Group ta’aruf! Zaara has sent her CV, definitely not open yet?” guess Ferdian.

Arsene was stunned, seconds later he ran away leaving his father and sister behind. He could not wait to read Zaara's CV ta'aruf.

"Where's Cen?" jerdian shouted.

"Sports!" he answered while turning around and smiling widely.

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