My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 60. Filing

Zaara was talking with her mosque friends after attending a pre-wedding seminar in one of the buildings located not far from the campus. There's Ema, Fitri, and Hana there. They just got out of that building.

Zaara's eyes widened when the look in her eyes met Arsene who was also there. Zaara averted her eyes and went back to talking with her friends there while continuing to steal the view of Arsene's whereabouts with her two campus friends. He saw him receiving a blue map from the committee who was the recipient of the guest. His heart was curious, what did Arsene receive that afternoon? Why is his heart so bad.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” greet a friendly business committee who came to the four girls.

“Wa’alaikumsalam..,” replied the four hooded girls.

“This Zaara Tea huh?” his tan looked kindly at Zaara who was not too focused because her gaze was glowing.

“Eh, yes. What's the matter tea?” zaara asked this time to see the actress wearing a light purple veil.

“Sorry something for you!” he said he was thrusting a red map wrapped around the thread.

“Eh?!”

“Pronounced and learned first yes, Tea! Later please contact the number listed there, jazakillah!” said the committee and immediately say goodbye from the four girls.

“Ciyeee has a marriage proposal, Ra!” ema teased him.

“Eh how can you nebak? Is it that?” zaara asked unsure.

“Try to open!” exclaimed the tiny girl whose height was much shorter than Zaara.

Zaara looked at each other with Hana, who already knew about the ta’arufnya process with Arsene. The girl also thought that Arsene received a map containing the same things as her. He held his breath because he was tense. But who gave this? Zaara wonders. Only, the girl wearing the light brown pashmina, decided to open it at home instead. His eyes are still looking for the figure of Arsene who is not in front of the committee table. Why is it feeling so bad like this?

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Zaara had arrived at her residence while continuing to hold the red plastic map. He can't wait to open it. Is Ema's guess right that it was someone's marriage proposal for her? But who? He couldn't guess it.

After completing the prayer, the girl opened a plastic map in which there was another paper map. Zaara slowly opened it. A paper containing personal biodata of a brother as many as four sheets are in it. Stamped in a photo of a pretty handsome man there has a beard that is not too thin and bright skin glows. A smile was on the man's lips in the photo. Zaara looked at the photo, trying to get to know her face. But he did not know her at all. There is no brother with that face in the campus mosque or the faculty mosque. His face is too mature. Zaara turned to the man's self-data.

Muhammad Fadhli Aryandi is there. She is almost 6 years older than Zaara. The man works as a FISIP lecturer at the same university as him and is finishing his S2 studies. He has even been appointed to the civil apparatus of the country. What a mature and established man. His face looks like a gentle and kind man. Zaara frowned, where did she know herself? Is it because of the red tape he wears? Zaara wonders. Or maybe he had met when he spread the proposal of sacrifice a week ago because his team served in the faculty? Zaara doesn't care much.

The girl thought of Arsene instead, because the same thing happened to her former friend. Arsene both wore his red ribbon and accepted the map. Zaara rushed out to meet her father who was reading a book in his study.

“Abiiii..” call him while carrying that sheet of paper.

“Why Shalaha?” reza asked, looking at the worried look of her son.

“I got this from the seminar earlier!” he said, his lips curled upside down.

Reza took the paper and read it carefully. Zaara watched her father until she finished her activities.

“Hmm... interesting! Are you interested in this brother?” reza asked, making Zaara's lips more rounded.

“Ih Abi mah, Zaara where know the same people! Suddenly I am given this same committee,” he explained.

“You must wear something that indicates ready for marriage huh?” guess Reza.

“I wear red tape, Bi! He said that using a red ribbon for people who are ready to marry at the event. Yes I told you,” the answer is plain.

Reza laughed at her son's innocent answer. He himself has also attended such events that will indeed be marked if ready for marriage. Then the organizers will contact them to be reunited with someone who is equally ready to marry, making it possible to establish the ta'aruf process.

“I mean the sign means you are ready to marry and can be targeted by brothers who are looking for a wife. Naturally, if there is a brother who is interested in your face and is ready with his CV, immediately give this to you,” explained Reza.

“But I didn't think there, Bi! Because I think yes I am ready for marriage, but not someone's new target. Arsene is also like a map!” exciting Zaara.

“Oh yes? She was there too?!”

“Iya I saw him on the committee table, on his shirt there was a red ribbon too. Keep the committee loving the blue map with him!” lang Zaara's.

“You guys are both plain. You should not say anything, because you are in the process of ta’aruf and there are candidates. Masya Allah.” Reza shook his head.

Then, the man who was wearing his glasses was stunned for a moment.

“How do you want?” ask Reza to investigate her daughter.

“What do you mean, Bi?” Zaara didn't understand her father's question at all, or she was worried about answering him wrongly.

“You want to go to the next stage just like Arsene? As long as women have not been dikhitbah, other men can still apply ta’arufnya same you you you!”

Zaara fell silent. It is hard to answer this question at this time. Something still stuck in his heart. The discussion with Arsene is still too short to go to the next stage. Although if read from CV ta’aruf Arsene, Zaara already feels interested and suitable.

“I want another discussion with Arsene, Bi!”

“Why? Is there anyone who hasn't yet? Though you are from his CV already suitable for each other.”

“Mmmh..

“Related Arsene school abroad?” guess his father.

Zaara.

“God, Son, this is not something that should be extended. You can talk about this later. Arsene has said he can still change his plans after this. Or even if you get married in the near future, you can LDR for a while, you are still busy with your respective activities. How is your heart set? Isikharah?”

Zaara nodded.

“Ya already, if you still need a discussion with Arsene continue first. But make a quick decision. And related to this brother, want you to defend until when?”

“Not Bi! I can't possibly accept it. There is much better and faster for this brother. Good Abi only direct contact!” answer Zaara sure.

“Beneyes? This is the answer!” reza Goda.

“Iya Abi! I'll go to the room first!” zaara said as she passed out of her father's study.

Zaara took her phone and checked all the notifications. There was one chat from Arsene in their ta’aruf group. Zaara read with a thumping heart.

[Assalamu’alaikum. Zaara can we discuss again?] ask Arsene.

[Wa’alaikumsalam. Yes please!] answer the girl.

Arsene was typing, which seemed quite long. Zaara was still waiting for him,

[The cooking school registration I'm heading to will open this week. I want a list now, chances are college will start in two months. If I don't sign up now, next year I'll be able to register again. How do you think? I will make a decision regarding the next stage of taaruf, after you give me this related answer]

Zaara was stunned with a heart that spread.

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