My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 78. The Rain of Goodbye

The night was so thick and the cold air was piercing. The wind gushed into the cracks of the windows and doors. Arsene pressed down on the blanket covering her body. His anxiety and anxiety somehow suddenly disappeared when he enjoyed the flow of dreams that stopped by tonight. Suddenly he woke up. The music he turned on last night was still heard, the lights of the room were still on. He watched his sleeping wife face towards him. Arsene kissed Zaara's forehead, then moved out of the bed. He noticed something hidden.

The man wearing the black sleeping shirt sighed. It is worth the anxiety to decrease. The man had finished his wet dream, and was now rushing to the bathroom to clean his body before the dawn of prayer.

The bathroom door opened after the man finished his mandatory bath. Zaara had woken up and looked in wonder at her husband who had taken a bath at dawn.

“Why have you taken a shower?” asked Zaara with a hoarse voice.

Instead of answering the question, Arsene instead grinned to show his neat teeth.

“Which is not answered?” sulk Zaara.

Arsene is sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm a wet dream!” answer blushed.

“Oooh...” Zaara was quite surprised.

Zaara gave a small smile seeing her husband who was still wearing a towel covering his waist up to his knees. Zaara covered her entire body and covered her head, allowing her husband to immediately put on his full outfit.

“You don't want to watch a great show?” arsene Goda.

“Enggaaaak... Cepet dress!” zaara shouted from under her blanket.

Arsene giggled and immediately put on his clothes and spread his words. Zaara opened her blanket when she heard the sound of Arsene praying. The girl sighed, remembering that today the two of them would split apart. Zaara cleansed her body.

“Depart what time?” zaara asked after her husband finished his morning prayers.

“Jam 9. I took off in the afternoon, but in the afternoon I had to gather at the hotel with other students from Indonesia.” Arsene folded his prayer rug.

“Ooh so go with other students?”

“Iya, because we will be placed in one hostel so.”

Zaara made her bed. His face was visibly worried in the morning that the sun had not yet shone on. Arsene could see it clearly, as the girl also began to tidy up her belongings. Zaara will return to her home as before when away from her husband.

“Zaara Iaaaang?” call Arsene slow.

“Hmm...” said the girl turned her head.

“Sit's sitting!” arsene slapped the edge of his bed.

Zaara obeyed her husband's orders and sat on the edge of the bed, while Arsene took her study seat so that it sat parallel to the girl.

Arsene took both of his wife's hands and held them tightly.

“As we talked about earlier during taaruf, this LDR must be heavy for me and you. But if we trust each other, are loyal, and our communication is good, the problem will look very small. You believe me, right?” arsene looked at his wife.

Zaara nodded. His lysis was restrained due to his breath being stuck inside his throat.

“I also believe you. If there's anything, call me. Whatsapp and my phone are available 24 hours for you. Even if I am busy, I will try to contact you as soon as possible.”

“There's something you want to say?” ask Arsene.

Zaara's eyes glazed over. He was unable to say anything, so he let his tears flow as an expression of his sadness. It was the first time Arsene had seen Zaara crying like that in front of her own eyes. The man could not bear to see his wife flooding his cheeks with tears. Arsene hugged the girl's body.

“Everything will be okay. I promise you in 5 months we'll meet!” arsene stroked his wife's back gently.

“Sorry me. I didn't know it turned out to be this heavy long distance relationship.” Zaara.

“Nothing, Honey! Maybe it's a test for our level of loyalty and trust.”

“I love you!” zaara lirih.

“I love you more, more, and more!” arsene kissed his wife's head.

Arsene took her suitcase and backpack downstairs after her affairs were completed that morning. All his family will take him directly to Jakarta, to a building where prospective students from Indonesia will gather. Ferdian is heating his car while Arsene puts his things in the trunk of the car.

Ferdian and Rainer sat in the front seat, while Ajeng, Kirei, and Finn sat in the middle seat. Arsene and Zaara are in the back seat. The two lovebirds of course have to sit together to enjoy the remaining moments of togetherness. Ferdian deliberately pulled over his car in front of his house, so that Arsene can say goodbye to his in-laws.

After that they actually did their journey. Arsene put his head on his wife's lap while looking at the sky moving outside the window. Meanwhile, Zaara stroked her husband's head gently, making Arsene sleepy. But the man tried perhaps to shake off his drowsiness and got up to sit next to his wife. Arsene pulled his wife's body into his arms, feeling the warm body for some more time.

Arsene took a pillow and pulled his wife's chin to kiss her lips. The pillow he used to cover their activities from the people sitting in front of him.

“Sst!” arsene said when Zaara wanted to avoid the kiss he gave.

“Malu...” whispered Zaara.

“This I close!” arsene whispered.

And they kissed in the car in the middle of their family, even though a big pillow covered it.

Ferdian looked into the rearview center, he was surprised to see a large pillow covering Arsene and Zaara's faces. Ferdian laughing. He didn't think his son would do that. Hopefully his sisters don't see. He was only worried that there would be police passing by who would sniff their cars.

Arsene and Zaara chuckled small together after doing just that. Zaara took a tissue to wipe her husband's lips with her pink coral lip cream stain.

“I got hypnotized by you!” arsene said slowly.

“Lebay!” reply Zaara nudged her husband's body while chuckling.

Arsene could only fall asleep on his wife's lap after that, on a trip that would take about two hours.

I don't feel like the journey is over. Ferdian entered a high-rise hotel building in the Central Jakarta area, where WNI students from Le Cordon Bleu academy gathered to depart together. Arsene dropped all his stuff.

Ferdian and his family drove Arsene to the hotel lobby which is quite luxurious. There are already many guests who seem to also take their children to go to Sydney together. I don't know how many students will leave that day. Most students are female. There are also men but not many. Arsene took his belongings to an empty sofa.

“Daddy want to go home directly?” asked Arsene with a sad face.

“Looks yes, tomorrow there is a meeting the same morning clients who want to take over Daddy's business in Singapore.” Ferdian stood in front of Arsene who was still held by Zaara.

Arsene sighed, feeling a tight load on his chest. The man threw out his heavy breath, then looked at the girl next to him who had not removed his arm since earlier.

“Be focused on what you will achieve. Everything will be on the track as you wish (Focus on what you want to achieve. Everything will fit in the path you want)!” said Ajeng stroked the face of his eldest son.

“Yes, Mom. I’ll try!” he answered while hugging the body of his mother who had always supported him all this time.

Arsene held her little sister, Finn, and gnashed her cheeks. "We'll see you later, Finn?!" arsene held his little sister's hand.

“I will's. Thanks, Dad!” Arsene saw the optimistic face and trust of his father.

“Abaaang, Kirei will miss Brother again! Why do you always go to Kirei?!” kirei hugged his first brother.

“Now there is Brother Rainer by your side. All right, don't fight the same Bang Rain! You can also play with Teteh Zaara when you go home,” said Arsene stroking the back of his only sister. Kirei put on a sad face, because it was the second time Arsene left him far after a year ago he was left behind while in Singapore.

This time Arsene looked at his younger brother Rainer who had a slightly taller body than him.

“Jaga sisters yes, Rain! Let alone Kirei, she's our only sister. Real schools don't play games!” arsene's message to a different 3-year-old sister with him was.

“Iya, Bang! My brother is healthy and well there. Cepet back here again. May the ideals of Brother quickly materialize!” rain hugged his sister's body.

Now Arsene turned to look at the girl who had been standing looking at him.

“Hai Zaara Iaaang!” greet Arsene kindly looked at the face of his wife who looked tense.

The man could not bear to see the eyes of Zaara who was pooling water there.

“I pinjem Zaara first a minute huh Mom, Dad!” he told his father and mother.

Ajeng and Ferdian smiled bitterly and let the two go towards the corner of the deserted hotel garden and stood behind the tall building.

Arsene clasped his wife's hand tightly while leading her to a deserted place where no one was passing by. His feelings are not good, but he has to stay strong. The man stopped his steps when it was felt that the atmosphere around him had been supportive. Arsene hugged his wife's trembling body tightly, letting the girl tear down everything she felt right now as they were about to part for a little while. Zaara sobbed over her husband's shoulders unable to hold back what was inside her feelings and let out all her emotional turmoil. While Arsene did not stop stroking the girl's back.

“Hey, Zaara Sayaaang! We’ll be fine, okay?!” arsene tried to smile while holding both shoulders. He looked at the face of his wife who was unable to return his gaze. Arsene rubbed his wife's delicate face.

“Promise me one thing!” said Arsene again.

Zaara sobbed in her tears. She looked at her husband who looked strong.

“What is it?” his sobs.

“Please pray for me?!” pinta the man wearing the suit of that bright blue shirt and t-shirt.

“I promise!” zaara replied still with her sobs.

“Good! That’s my only princess! I will also mention your name in my prayer, so that my miss continues to be conveyed.” Arsene hugged Zaara again and kissed the girl's head.

Arsene cupped his wife's cheeks, peeping several times the lips that the last few days have been addictive. Sure enough, he would really miss the soft and sweetness of the kiss and feel it again at this moment, then switch to kiss the brow of his wife, sighing. He again led Zaara's arm to her family. Zaara kept trying to stop her tears.

“Mom, I'm tipping Zaara!” arsene gave Zaara back to her mother.

Ajeng nodded with a smile.

“We go home first yes, Brother Darling! Our best wishes are always with you!” said Ajeng hugged his son again.

“Still a lot, Mom!” he said with a breath that felt stuck in the throat.

Arsene stood watching the departure of the family he loved. From behind the window of the car, there was a knot of smiles with tears from Zaara who waved at him. The young man's eyes glazed over, giving his wife a long-distance kiss with a bitter smile. The light rain accompanied a temporary farewell that afternoon. Feels cold and empty.

Prayer will convey the longing of those who are blocked by distance. Bye then.

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My love is a melody

which I sing high and low

My love is a seagull

that flies high and low

If I tried to call out in the sunset,

I wonder if I'd encounter the gentle you

My love is a diary

that spells the pages of my life

My love is a boat

that goes throughout the empty sea

If I looked back in the sunset,

I wonder if you'd be looking for me

Yesterday’s love is nothing more but tears

They will soon dry out and be rejected

Tomorrow’s love is a mere refrain

Words that have no end

If we met by chance in the sunset

I wonder if you’d embrace me.

– Summer of Goodbye (From Up on Poppy Hill - Ghibli Studio)

"Love yesterday was nothing more than tears

They will soon dry up and disappear

Tomorrow's love is a repetition

Words that have no end

If we meet by chance at sunset

I wonder if you'll hug me"