My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 58. Palau
The morning sun was warm. Its rays appeared above the highest treetops, signifying the ray of hope in that day. Arsene was pensive in his own thoughts while sitting on a porch seat over his house.
On his phone ran the official website page of the cooking academy that became his dream today. I don't know why now his heart is upset as if the registration was open at the wrong time. Though the plan he wrote was mature, why he hesitated again. If that registration opens next week and he doesn't register, then he will have to wait again in the next year. He thought about how ta’aruf's relationship with Zaara had just begun. His heart is floating.
Arsene went back to his room, he knows what he has to do at the moment. Of course the prayer istikharah, asking God to set his heart on the best that he must decide until next week.
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The man dressed in a navy shirt suit with a white t-shirt interior was walking slowly along the hallway of his B faculty building. He was sitting in a chair in front of an empty library. In 20 minutes, the second hour will begin. Arsene looked at the scene in front of him. Small cars lined up neatly beside the faculty sidewalk. Some students and students in groups chatted while walking on the sidewalk shaded by shady trees.
There were laughter from some students who had just come out of the library. Arsene turned towards the voice. How surprised, it turns out that the ones who came out from there were Zaara and her friends. Arsene immediately picked up the phone and pretended to focus on seeing the screen of his phone light up.
“Hei, Sen!” a voice greeted him, it was Terry. The girl was indeed very close to the familiar snobs. Arsene had to look at him.
“Again you here?” ask Terry.
“Eh, hi! Again wait for class to enter,” answer honestly.
“Tumben alone, usually trio nih!” terry said, meaning to Arsene's other friends are Adit and Angga.
“Iya rich they have not come!” arsene answered even though he did not know
“Lu don't want to chat with Zaara?!” Terry Goda.
Arsene's eyes grew. So did Zaara who turned her eyes the other way.
“Yeh even on jaim!”
Looks like Zaara hasn't told Terry anything. Zaara pulled Terry's arm to get out of there. Arsene knew that.
“When-anytime,” he replied smiling then moving on, “gue should be going to class now!” he said goodbye and passed from there.
“You guys yes, feel each other but still jaim-jaim, not gemes what?!” let Terry go to Zaara.
“Yes that's not Ry either! Although we ta’aruf also keep the communication must be maintained,” said Zaara who turned out to indirectly make Terry and Hana sumringah.
“You guys have ta’arufan?!” hana asked in disbelief.
Zaara's cheeks look reddish blushing feels hot.
“Hahaha, you can't lie Ra. Your cheeks are too honest!”
Zaara put on a misguided expression, but she didn't mean to tell him now, because it was too early. Fortunately, there were only Terry and Hana by his side, whom he considered to be good friends.
“But please, don't tell anyone huh?” pinta Zaara's.
“Take it easy with us-we. So when did you guys start ta’aruf?” ask Terry kepo.
“But new!”
“Aaah... sip sip deh! Moga well yes Ra! I always support, especially Arsene, beuh! Look out for someone to overtake, but it won't be. Zaara neneng sholehah where can be overtaken - the same overtake that is odd!” terry said he made Zaara laugh.
“Alhamdulillah.”
Arsene walked towards his class which turned out to be crowded there. Even though his classmates were still sitting on the floor while waiting for their room which was still used by other classes.
“Where to not want to come to tea wedding seminar?” ask Adit. Arsene sat in front of his two friends.
“Oh yes?” Arsene did forget the pre-wedding seminar he had found his poster in the mosque at that time. Arsene looked at his phone where he had taken a photo of the poster.
“This Saturday, Bro!” arsene.
“Gue follow ah!” angga.
“Gue too, Bro!” adit said no less frenzied.
“Why suddenly on want to come?” ask Arsene curiously.
“Ya find knowledge, although we do not know when the marriage mah, the knowledge must be sought!” answer Angga confidently.
“Wesss, steady Mas Bro!” praise Arsene, the three of them pitted their palms.
“Tuh list hunt!” exclaiming Adit.
The three type on their respective phones and send the registration format on the number to go.
“Done!” exclaim Angga proud.
“Eh where the hell is the place?” ask Adit.
“In the Sapphire Building on Lotus Street, if from here at least 10 minutes doang,” explained Arsene.
“Sipp is, it's already in, yuk!”
The three of them joined other friends who had entered the classroom, to attend the lecture of History of English Literature. Not feeling the sun was at the top, the lecture was soon over and left the students who were still talking in class.
“Sen, do you want to go to the mosque?” ask Angga.
“Ya, want to come?” asked Arsene holding her backpack.
“We go to mushola faculty aja.”
“OK deh!”
Arsene parted ways with his two friends who went to the faculty prayer room. While he prefers to take a longer distance by going to the campus mosque. The young man felt his heart was already linked in the campus mosque.
Arsene stepped in accompanied by the blowing noon wind. I hope today is not a rainstorm like yesterday. His mind went back to the choice of the cooking academy that had haunted him this morning.
Looking at Zaara from afar who was standing under the trees smiling, suddenly tickled her heart. His mother's explanation this morning gave him a glimmer of guidance, and now just stay to strengthen his heart.
Arsene smiled a little.
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