My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 72. Phrase
That afternoon, after the Reza and Ferdian Families returned to their respective residences. Arsene picked up his wife on his motorcycle. Zaara had asked permission to stay at her husband's family home until Arsene actually went to Sydney. Although their house is quite close together, Zaara carries a lot of her equipment. Zaara carried a backpack containing her clothes and all her gear.
“Udah ready?” ask Arsene who's waiting for the girl in the living room.
“Udah, yuk!” said cheerfully. Zaara was neat that afternoon, her face was clean again because it had cleaned itself.
“We take a walk for a while? It's okay, right?” bring Arsene.
“Oh yes, I'm coming with you!”
Before returning home, Arsene took the girl to a cafe owned by her father close to their campus. Zaara looks awkward to hold on to her husband's body. But she braved herself and clung to her husband's hoodie jacket. Arsene just smiled.
The sun is tilting west. The afternoon breeze blew gently on the faces of the two youngsters who had just tied themselves to a halal bond. Maybe people who see them will suspect it like a couple who are dating in general. They went down in a cafe with a dominating garden concept. It was a cafe owned by Ferdian who since college was pioneered.
“Sini, my bag brought!” said Arsene who just hung his helmet on his rearview mirror.
“Nothing, not heavy!”
“Udah herein aja!” Arsene forcibly removed the backpack Zaara was carrying and carried it on her back.
Arsene led his wife's hand and went in there. Zaara's heart pounded as the man tightly grasped her right hand.
“Wed this new bride!” said a cafe waiter who was already familiar with Arsene.
“Still a really big angel dong!” the other sahut.
“Request menu book, Kang!” arsene blushed after the reception, leaving other customers shocked and in disbelief.
Arsene took his wife to sit under a shady tree in the cafe. The sound of water ripples from the small pond there was heard to calm the heart. Arsene put his wife's backpack on a chair next to her.
“You pesen what, Zaara Sweetheart!” he said slowly while looking at his wife's face that looked radiant.
“Eh?!” Zaara was surprised by the call.
“From now on we have to change the nickname. What do you want to call?” asked Arsene holding her chin with one of her hands.
“What do you want to call?” Zaara asked back.
Arsene glanced his eyes up, then to the edge.
“Umm.... Call Brother Darling!” he said he was confident and smiled widely.
Zaara chuckles amusedly.
“What do you do, Iaaaang?” Arsene deliberately emphasized the ‘sadly’ call with a long tone. Zaara's getting it wrong.
“I like that,” he said blushing.
“Zaara Iaaaaang?” ask Arsene to make sure. Zaara covered her face reddish like a tomato. He really could not stand Arsene's sweet treatment, making him unable to stop smiling. Zaara nodded.
“So want to retire what, Zaara Sayaaang?”
“I want this pesen!” point Zaara to a picture of spaghetti aglio olio.
“Drink?”
“Mojito strawberry!”
“OK!”
Arsene called a cafe waiter and wrote down their order that afternoon. Arsene looked back at Zaara, as if he could not believe that they were now husband and wife.
“You're not tired, Brother Darling?” ask Zaara who began to ventured herself with a new call for Arsene.
“Capek but not feeling, why yes?” he said he glanced his eyes to the right and to the left.
“Not knowing!”
“Maybe because there is a mood & energy booster in front of me,” Arsene boasted.
Zaara laughed, it seems Arsene's boo will be his meal from today.
The waiter takes their order and puts it on the table. The gentle greeting breeze feels fresh in a sunny afternoon. They enjoy the dishes served together and taste each other.
“Umm... How about? Mix-mixed lah!” replied Zaara who indeed could not express what she felt.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes, of course!” zaara answered, taking a chip pot from Arsene's order.
“Aalhamdulillah's. Want to ask me?” tanyanya hoped that Zaara would ask her the same thing.
“You alone?”
“I’m very happy and feels like a dream. But I believe it’s not a dream, that you’re mine now! (I'm very happy and feel like a dream. But I believe this is not a dream that you are now mine!”
Zaara blushed again. I don't know what else managed to make him smile widely.
“You're a really good guy making me blushing!” exciting Zaara.
“Because I’m your brush and your paint (Because I brush and paint you). I will make the color of your life (I will make colors for your life)!”
“Arseeeene!” Zaara covered her face with her hands again, she really could not stand the treatment of her husband when this was still in public. His face was hot. Meanwhile Arsene laughed with satisfaction at his wife's teasing. If only it was inside the room, perhaps he would embrace the girl's body tightly.
Arsene took his wife home in the afternoon ahead of the maghrib. Once there, they headed straight for Arsene's room. The modern house looks lonely, maybe the residents are in their respective rooms because of fatigue. Arsene locked the door to his room after Zaara came in.
Zaara noticed her husband's room was quite spacious, in contrast to the room that has a mediocre size. There is even a bathroom in this room. The room looked neat, like it wasn't just a man's room. Is it possible because Arsene has tidied up and prepared this room for both of them. The smell of oranges coming out of a room fragrance makes the heart calm when inhaling it.
“Hose first while waiting for adzan maghrib!” arsene said after he washed his hands and feet.
Zaara rested her body on the edge of the King-sized bed.
“Your house is quiet, is every day rich in gini?” ask Zaara.
“Neg. Usually they gather in the living room, maybe again on soybean.”
“Oooh yes.”
Arsene took his study seat and pulled it so he could sit face to face with Zaara. He looked at the girl who was still opening her eyes throughout her bedroom. The eyes of the two met, Arsene stared intently, making Zaara look tense in a quiet atmosphere that was only the two of them.
“Why?” zaara asked not to blink her eyes.
“Can open the hood?” ask Arsene.
Zaara downed her saliva. His heart was racing again, even so fast that he thought Arsene would be able to hear it. The girl wearing the abstract motif square veil started to open the needle at the bottom of her chin. Arsene straightened his body while keeping his eyes on his wife.
Zaara placed the needles attached to her hood on Arsene's study table. He still closed his hood with both fingers.
“Let me do this!” said Arsene holding the edge of his wife's veil, making Zaara release the finger that had been clad in the veil.
Slowly Arsene opened the pink cloth from Zaara's head. The longer, the more visible is one part of the aurat that has been covered. Zaara's wavy black hair that was still tied up looked beautiful in Arsene's eyes. The man also removed a bandana from Zaara's head. Zaara untied her hair, which her husband might have wanted to see.
Zaara's hair with a little wave it looks more beautiful if it's broken like that. Arsene's mouth was gaping at the beauty before his eyes. That's only partly. His wife's neck was white and level when Zaara took all her hair was able to make Arsene's heart beat fast.
“God's Assya!” that's all he can say.
Zaara smiled stiffly.
Adzan Maghrib roared and spread Arsene's astonished gaze on his wife.
“Sholat congregates with ya?” arsene Pinta.
Zaara nodded.
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