My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 71. Whiter

The night sounded silent although the singing of night insects rang out rhythmically in the dark calm atmosphere. The cold air outside, the wind whispered softly from behind the cracks of the windows. Arsene who was already under his blanket looked uneasy. He fixed his sleeping position. His heart was agitated when he tried to close his eyes. The room lights were also turned off. His heart and mind could not sleep. Naturally tomorrow is the wedding day, at a very young age of 19 years.

Arsene took a breath and exhaled slowly. He stared at the dark ceiling of his room, then picked up his cell phone which he had placed on the nightstand. Looking at the clock listed there, it is 22.45 WIB. He opened his taaruf group, then typed something in there.

[Can't sleep!] her type channeled the complaints she felt.

It doesn't matter if it gets a response from someone in the group or not.

Suddenly a notification appears, when he is opening another application.

[Dhikr!] reply Zaara.

Arsene smiled at the answer of his future wife. He was sure that the girl also definitely could not sleep the same as him.

[Udah. But still deg-degan] reply again.

[Have you memorized the text of his kabul?] ask Zaara.

[Long time I have been, hehe]

[Abi is also tense!]

Arsene chuckled at Zaara's typing there. The man typed again.

[Have you read the book Wedding Gift?] tanyakanya.

[Udah but not finished]

[Until what chapter?] ask Arsene curiously.

[Consecret!]

Arsene once again chuckled. He knew the titles of the chapters in the Wedding Gift book were very expressive and open to those who already understood. He himself has not completed all his chapters. He is still stuck in the chapter entitled ‘Touching Mesra for Two’. Actually amused for him, but how else, he must read it for his knowledge in his new life tomorrow. He himself had thought of a plan for three days that he could spend with his new lover starting tomorrow. Although there was one thing that made him doubtful, he would talk about it with Zaara tomorrow when the wedding was already lawful for them.

[Yes, good night. See you tomorrow at the :)] type Arsene, her heart already feels calmer. He can close his eyes, heart and mind tonight. The man also slept with his lips stretched out in the corner.

Wedding preparations are ready entirely, because Ajeng and Karin leave it to an Islamic Wedding Organizer who has many years of experience to organize a wedding party in Islam. The marriage contract and reception were held in a fairly large building, considering the Ferdians invited their families, colleagues, and colleagues up to 1000 invitations.

Even though at the party later the invited guests of men and women will be separated. It's just that for the guarantee is not made separately. The bride and groom will sit in a chair with their accompanying parents. The WO party will arrange the course of the guests who will congratulate them so that they can be organized and not collide between male and female guests. Ferdian and Reza's family has entrusted the entirety to the WO.

The decoration of the building has been transformed into beautiful with an elegant modern theme. Cream, light brown, and salem colors dominate that vast ballroom. Crystal lights along with beautiful flower decorations hang on the stage. Red carpet stretched from the front door to the pelaminan as a plinth for the guests present. Satin and ceruti fabrics dangle beautifully combined with fresh flower accessories into a bulkhead for guests. Chairs are prepared inside, so that guests can enjoy the menus served while sitting and are not recommended to eat or drink while standing. Outside, the guests were already prepared. Photos of Arsene and Zaara are emblazoned on a white frame respectively. Likewise with a board at the gate that signifies the guest of the Brotherhood and the court.

Both sides of the bride and groom's family have arrived. The table for the contract procession is ready on the stage. The Ferdian family has come to be greeted with the instrumental strains of the piano, violin, and cello that play soft. Arsene looked very handsome wearing a white tuxedo suit with his black shirt, his hair neatly combed and glittering. He stood flanked by his parents when he was about to enter the ballroom that smelled fresh flowers. Behind him, neatly lined up members of Gunawan Winata Grand Family and Jaya Diningrat Grand Family who brought goods for Zaara. There, the Reza Family greeted him and together walked towards the stage.

Arsene's heart raced quickly although the instrumental rhythm that accompanied in the spacious room was soft. He hugged his son's arm.

“Be relax, sweetheart!” said gentle Ajeng.

“I try, Mom!” his reply.

At the agreement table, there are already KUA officers and two witnesses from the family of each bride. Reza sat in the chair followed by Arsene who sat in front of him. Both of them seemed to sigh, then exhale, equally tense, visible from the look of his face and jaw.

The MCs opened the event that morning and welcomed all attendees. A qiroah and a saritilawah come forward on the platform to chant the holy verse of the Quran and its translation to make the angels overshadow this blessed event. Before the agreement began, an ustadz was invited to give sermons related to marriage.

Zaara who heard the sermon from inside the dressing room looked tense. The girl had been clad in a white, brocade wedding dress with swarovski crystals embellishing on her khimar which covered her belly. Transparent tile fabric decorate on his head. Her makeup looks thin and flat, although her round eyes are more alive because of the polish of eyeliner and mascara. Cute lips filled with polished pink nude lip cream. Very simple and not excessive, he still looks beautiful.

Zaara had been accompanied by Terry and Hana who were wearing bridesmaid dresses of her close friend's choice. Even Terry, who was not a hijab, that day was special wearing a hijab.

“Prepared, akad starts!” terry exclaimed at Zaara who kept clenching her hands.

KUA officers praise Allah SWT and give prayers and greetings to the Prophet before opening the marriage contract. Zaara's requested dowry had been on the table inside a beautiful looking glass case. Likewise with the files that must be fulfilled by the bride after this who has been there.

Arsene tried to calm himself so that the kabul text that had been memorized did not disappear just like that. He wanted the kabul to be finished in one breath.

Reza was no less tense, his hands clasping Arsene tightly as the two shook hands. His eyes looked red because he was holding haru because the man was ready to release his eldest daughter to the young man before him. The KUA officer ordered them to start the kabul ijab this morning.

“Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim. I married Ananda Arsene Rezka Winata to my biological daughter, Zaara Haniya Kusumawijaya bint Muhammad Reza Kusumawijaya, with a dowry of 5 grams of gold ring, paid in cash.”

The KUA officer patted Arsene's hand slowly so that the man immediately answered the man's hijab in front of him.

“I accept marriage Zaara Haniya Kusumawijaya bint Muhammad Reza Kusumawijaya with dowry 5 grams of gold ring, paid in cash.”

“How are the witnesses?” ask the KUA officer.

“Saaaaaah!!”

“Alhamdulillahirobbil ‘alamin..” says all attendees. At once Arsene was relieved like swimming in a calm vast ocean without waves.

All of them raised their hands to heaven, blessed to the Divine so that the marriage of their children Arsene and Zaara was blessed by God, so as to deliver their marriage into a safe household, mawaddah, wa rahmah to heaven.

Prayer is over. MC invited the bride to come out and join his halal lover. Zaara came out of the room with a pounding heart, incompatible with her slow footsteps. He clutched a bouquet of white roses in his trembling hand. Terry and Hana take her best friend to the seat next to Arsene. They fixed the tile cloth dangling on the girl's head and left her there.

While Arsene can not look at his compatriot who has now officially become his wife. The man was downcast with teary eyes, let alone the piano and cello accompanying his wife's arrival.

After filling out the administrative files for record-keeping purposes, the two were ordered to stand face to face. The MCs told them to look at each other, which made them laugh blush.

“The gaze is halal yes, so be on your back, do not be shy oruh!” said MC even more to make both become blushing. Still, the two could not do that in the presence of the many people who were laughing with them.

“Iya, now, ring mounting session. Mango Kang Arsene is wearing his dowry ring for Neng Zaara.”

Arsene opened the glass jewelry box and took the gold ring that Zaara had chosen. Arsene gave the code to the girl in front of him, asking for permission to touch his hand. Zaara nodded with a smile.

The touch of Arsene's hand on Zaara's right hand made the girl even more groggy. Arsene swiftly put the ring on the ring finger that feels cold and vibrating. After successfully pairing the ring, he clenched his hand for a moment giving positive energy and warmth.

Zaara kissed the hand of her husband's back, a form of respect and devotion to the man in front of her, because on the man's shoulder this time his paradise was.

“Let's kiss Neng Zaaranya's forehead, Kang Arsene!” said MC took the initiative, making both of them wide open. Their hearts are racing fast.

The faces of the two turned red, unable to endure the embarrassment any longer.

Arsene stepped forward, approaching his wife's body. Zaara's tall body, making him fit once put his lips on his wife's forehead was a snap. The touch made both of them shake.

“Hold! Photo first!”

Hot air spread on both faces. Zaara could only grin her eyes and hold her breath as Arsene did so in front of the camera capturing both the beautiful and tense moments for them.

Both of them laughed after escaping from that moment. Then continue the other photo session. The day will be fun even though the long time is still waiting for today.

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Arsene and Zaara have been sitting in the armchair. Both of them and their parents are preparing to welcome guests who will congratulate them both. Since the reception had not yet begun, the two of them had a small chat there, although the awkwardness still encompassed themselves.

“You want to eat a snack?” haggling Arsene to Zaara.

“I'm not hungry yet,” replied Zaara.

Arsene seemed to notice his wife's usual makeup but remained beautiful in her eyes, making Zaara blush.

“Shortly!” said the man and put his face closer to his wife's face.

Zaara was stunned and held her breath as Arsene pulled on her chin. Eyes closed. The man blew his face gently, the smell of mint wafted from the puff.

“Why?” zaara asked in surprise and distanced herself from her husband.

“There are eyelashes falling on your cheeks!”

“Ooh!”

Soon the guests came to congratulate him in turn. The committee invited female guests to go to the stage, while male guests waited for a while. That's next.

“Happy Arsene and Zaara!” said Sita who came with her son, Anggun.

“Maafin Raffa Yes. She cannot attend today,” said the woman wearing the layer dress.

“Still Aunty has arrived!” arsene and Zaara said at the same time.

Raffa of course will not be able to attend the wedding of his beloved girl. The man is improving himself and getting ready to continue his life as he promised his parents.

Have also come their friends from the LDK both the brother and sister.

“Barakallah Yes Zaara & Arsene!” said Ema who also came to the wedding of her friend. The girl did not put her heart on Arsene even though she was interested, so she was ordinary after knowing that Zaara was the girl proposed by Arsene. He cupped his hands to Arsene when he congratulated her.

The reception party was almost over that afternoon. After two hours of continuing to welcome guests who arrived non-stop, Arsene and Zaara leaned on the back of the sofa they had been sitting on.

“Capek?” arsene asked the girl next to him.

“Lumayan,” Zaara replied briefly. His face looks tired. The girl slid her feet that felt sore.

“After this you have plans to go where?” ask Arsene again.

“I'll come with you!”

“To my home huh? We rest there,” take Arsene.

Zaara nodded slowly. The girl's tired expression made Arsene anxious to tease her. Arsene put one finger on his wife's chewy cheek and then stabbed her softly with that finger, it felt chewy and tender.

Zaara glanced in surprise at her husband.

“Why are you doing ih?!” Shy to be seen by guests!” said down.

“Biarin ah. Funny cheeks!” he said relax and did not take his finger off.

The hot air again spread throughout Zaara's body, especially her cheeks, which were increasingly red. Arsene was getting more and more anxious to see the face of Zaara blushing. Arsene pinched the girl's cheek and Zaara resigned herself even though she really blushed. Some guests who noticed the presence of the bride in front laughed at the behavior of this young bride.

“They are still shy, not like you, darling!” said Ajeng to her husband who also paid attention to his son.

“Emang me first how?” ask Ferdian pretend to forget.

“You played nyosor only when we had lunch first! There are many people too.”

Ferdian laughed in light of his past.

“It was Abang Acen want nyosor only still able to rest, haha!” said Ferdian looking at the golden expression of his eldest son.

“Yes that's why, not rich you, Yang!”

The reception party ended that afternoon. Arsene took his wife straight to his residence after from there. I don't know what they'll plan to do after this, considering that in three days Arsene will go to Sydney.

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