My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 61. Decision (2)
Arsene let out a long breath after typing the question to Zaara. He is waiting for Zaara's opinion regarding his decision to enroll in the best cooking academy according to him. Two choices will be considered.
If Zaara does object to her choice to go to the Aussie, Arsene will withdraw from ta’aruf. He will not burden the girl with the choices he has made. These consequences he was forced to take, despite the weight in his heart. He was only sure if indeed Zaara was his soul mate, they would be reunited. Both are difficult choices considering both are Arsene's hopes.
Arsene is down in his composure. He only asks God for the best. God rules everything, even though he has made that choice.
[Give me a minute to answer] Zaara replied.
Arsene breathed his breath again. He did not reply to Zaara's reply. Arsene hung up his phone and put it on the table. He picked up a blue map given by the committee. The man had not opened it yet, too lazy to know its contents. Even so, he tried to appreciate the map giver. The man opened the map, there were several sheets of paper in it that contained the biodata of an akhwat. Arsene stared at the photo of the face he had seen, it was one of his campus mosque newspaper, one of Zaara's friends as well.
The name of Ema Giani Rashidah. The petite owner girl who was quite vocal when the meeting was held. His face is beautiful and clean, he is a student of the Faculty of Communication Sciences. But Arsene had no interest in reading the girl's entire bio-data. Arsene put the paper on the table, then closed his eyes on the bed.
“Abang, Babe!” He knocked on his son's room door.
Arsene opened her eyes slowly after a short nap.
“Iya Mom?” raucous said. Arsene got out of her bed with messy hair, and opened the door.
He saw the face of his son.
“You didn't open your phone huh?”
“Not yet, I slept just now. Why why?”
“That's Alice your phone, the store needs additional help. There are customers who want to order a lot. Try checking into the store!”
“Oh yes?!” Arsene's eyes immediately grew.
“Iya try to get there directly!”
Arsene immediately rushed to wash his face and tidied his hair, and took the key of his motorbike. The young man kissed the back of his mother's hand and immediately set off.
The atmosphere of the Sweet Recipes Shop that afternoon was quite crowded. Alice and Fea are quite overwhelmed serving customers who order quite a lot in one transaction. Meanwhile in the kitchen, the chefs and waiters, busy moving the newly cooked pastries to the refrigerator. Arsene rushed into his kitchen, some customers were stunned to see his good looks.
“There is an order of 50 muffins awaited now Boss!” said Ardan who was stirring the flour-based dough.
“Still less how much?” ask Arsene, about 20 more servings. But this is also still less rich, in the muffin display case the rest is a little so it must be added.
“There again?”
“Cheesecake is also Boss, there are pesen 2 baking sheet.” This time Satrio answered, he was overwhelmed by doing tasks outside his job description
“Okay I work on cheesecake, Kang Ardan finish the muffin, Kang Rio back to jobdesc!” arsene washes his hands and wears his apron and chef's hat.
The atmosphere of the kitchen is quite spacious it is now heard noisy by the dough making machines are lit. Ardan can finish the muffin dough quickly, so he can make dough for other patisseries menu whose stock has been thinned. Similarly, Arsene who has completed a cheese cake pan. Rio was arranging the finished cheesecake with the topping ordered by the customer, then putting it in the refrigerator.
Adhan ashar has reverberated, the customers who have been well served, reduced one by one. Arsene and his team work is fast, the young man can be proud of his solid team. This of course becomes his provision before getting into the cooking academy that will probably plunge and practice directly in a busier and more crowded place.
“Rest and pray first, Kang!” arsene exclaimed, taking drinking water from the refrigerator. The young man walked out and saw the condition of his two beautiful cousins who were also exhausted. Even so they looked familiar and threw laughter at each other. Arsene sat on the couch joining them.
“Why laugh?” arsene asked as he opened the bottle.
“That was a customer who had a crush on Alice!” fea giggled.
“Lho can?” ask Arsene curiously.
“Then ask for a number, my oath of disgust!” alice was upset.
Arsene laughing.
“But how else, I have to serve it buyer,” continued Alice.
“Continue number?” ask Arsene.
“Yes, the store is still full, and I'm busy! Good luck going!” Alice sighed.
“Hahaha if a soul mate must be back again!” arsene Goda.
“Yes good luck! Ah but ogah deh!” sergeant Alice shuddered.
“Who? Mas Raffa?” ask Arsene to make sure.
“Ho’oh. If I meet Salamin, Abang Acen. From Fea the prettiest grandson in Winata Family!” he said he was very confident.
“Heeuh!” Arsene only mocked his cousin who kepedean it.
The man rushed up the stairs to the second floor to perform the Ashar prayer which was delayed for a while because of his work. Now he rested on his alphabet begging for the best and asking for everything to go smoothly. The sun is getting down. Arsene went back downstairs.
There are some customers who enjoy cake there. A familiar face of Arsene, the little hooded girl who had just posted the CV file ta’arufnya to him. The girl turned her head and her eyes looked enlarged when she saw Arsene coming down the stairs. He looked down, his face blushed.
Arsene returned to his kitchen and asked permission to go home first because his body felt tired. He came out with his motor key. Suddenly, the little character who had noticed him followed him out.
“Afwan, has Akhi read my ta’aruf proposal?” his tan was bold but he still lowered his gaze.
“Ah..., sorry, I haven't had time!” arsene took his helmet.
“Well will I wait for the answer!”
The girl went back into the cake shop. Arsene was speechless thinking, wouldn't it be better to answer it right now, he thought. Just seeing the girl who had returned in made him lazy to call or approach. Arsene is back at his house.
“Abang Acen, tired yaa?” tanya Ajeng was sitting on the sofa with her children.
“Yes that's it, Mom! It's his job, it should still be there. But not strong body aches.” Arsene threw his body on the couch. Her sisters Rainer and Kirei are watching the latest animated film on television.
Ajeng stroked the hair of his hard-working firstborn and rested the boy's head on his thigh.
“If you have become the head of the family, tired it must be many times more. Are you really ready to take responsibility?” tanya Ajeng still continues to stroke her son's head.
Arsene breathed.
“The man rarely complains tired, surely they want to look strong in front of his wife. Different from women, they will talk a lot about what he felt on that day. Are you ready to listen to the nagging of women every day?”
Arsene was silent, looking at his mother's face. Her mother's chin and nose were beautiful from the point of view of her eyes in this position.
“But.. from there you can get the reward flowing. Confessing the wife, tired of changing the reward. Similarly, when you later listen to the babble of the wife who might make her fall in love with you every day. Women just need to be heard, stared at, and hugged. It was quite a medicine for us. Mommy wants you to be a strong man no matter how old you are. Strong for yourself, for your family, and the people around you. Mommy is proud of you now and everything you decide. Mommy just keeps praying that you can live happily.”
“You've opened ta’aruf group?” ask Ajeng.
“Not yet, why?”
“Zaara gave you the answer earlier.”
"Oh yeah?!" Arsene woke up.
The man immediately pulled out his phone, his eyes peeking at every single word Zaara typed into the group. What answer?
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Zaara laid her body on the bed with her cell phone in hand. Zaara's heart pounded as she decided on the answer to the question Arsene had asked earlier. Arsene's ambition is to become a world-class professional chef. There was no other choice but to let the man go with his ideals.
[Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Related to the question earlier, I do not care if you intend to register this year, please, if it is your decision and plan. I appreciate. But, regarding this ta'aruf relationship I have decided to advance to the next stage]
Zaara was forced to brave herself even though Arsene had not told her. Regarding Arsene's decision, as he said earlier. He will appreciate every decision of his High School colleague. He has resigned and relied on Allah. All this time his heart was steady to continue ta'aruf with Arsene.
Arsene was typing something there, which made Zaara's heart gallop like the footsteps of a galloping horse.
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