My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 93. Of jealousy?

The Parramatta Mosque is located on Marsden Street, a street filled with various types of shophouses and small businesses. Arsene ran again after getting off the bus that stopped until the intersection of Smith Road. Then he took a taxi to get to the mosque. A box building with six floors in it, that's the Parramatta Mosque.

There are still many Muslims who live around to pray isya in the mosque in the form of shophouse building. He had to find his wife on a special floor for female worshipers on the third floor.

“Assalamu’alaikum, can anyone be helped?” ask a middle-aged woman in hijab. His face looks eastern. He is an employee here who is used to guard the special Muslim room.

“Wa’alaikumsalam. I was looking for someone inside. Can Madam help?” arsene asked trying to stay calm and polite, even though the look on his face was panicked.

“What's the name?” ask the woman who already has wrinkles and eye bags.

“Zaara Haniya, she's my wife,” she replied.

“Good wait a minute, young man!”

The woman wearing the long suit entered the special room of the female worshipers. There are not many Muslim women there who offer prayers. Usually only students who have just returned from part-time work, or women who come with their mahram here.

The woman came to a beige hijab-wearing girl who was sitting cross-legged while reading the Quran. The woman asked his name.

“Sorry, is your name Zaara?” ask the woman kindly.

The girl looked at him surprised, “Iya right. What's up, Madam?” his eyes look puffy. His voice vibrates.

“There's someone looking for you outside.”

“Who?” tanyanya.

“Says you're his wife!”

The girl immediately closed her Quran, then got up and headed out followed by the woman who had approached her.

Arsene walked back and forth in front of a small empty shelf. Her heart had not completely calmed down before she saw the face she had always missed.

“Abang!” the call stopped his steps. He looks. His feelings melted when he found his wife's face that looks reddish because the last few hours continue to cry. Arsene hugged him tightly.

“Where are you from, honey? I'm anxious!” arsene stroked his wife's head.

“Sorry me! Sorry me!” zaara said her tears were not blocked.

The guard lady cleared her throat, and had the two young people in front of her show her identity as well as proof that they were husband and wife. Arsene showed it from his cell phone. After believing, the woman allowed the two to settle their affairs. Arsene invites Zaara out, because it is not nice if you have to embrace tightly in the mosque.

“I'm sorry, Brother! I'm not leaving with your permission!” zaara said with tears.

“I sinned, and God instantly punished me!” continued Zaara.

“What happened?” arsene did not understand.

“My wallet was stolen. My phone died and fell while I was going here! I don't remember the way to the dorm. So I'm here while praying!” lang Zaara. The girl felt guilty for leaving without her husband's permission. I don't know what he was thinking at that time so insistent to keep going to this mosque. He only felt annoyed after hearing the conversation behind the restaurant building earlier.

“Subhanallah, Zaara! Good thing you're okay, and your location can still track my phone! Promise me you won't go anywhere without me?” Arsene cupped his wife's wet cheek. He rubbed it a few times, Zaara's tears were too heavy.

Zaara nodded as she continued to cry over her stupidity and mistakes. Arsene pulled her into his arms and stroked the girl's back to calm her down.

“So you don't hold any money at all?” ask Arsene.

“Iya, I do not know how, just like this I just realized that my wallet does not exist. Maybe the person sitting next to me who took the bus last day.”

“Yes it's okay. Later we try to block your atm card, huh? Now you wait inside, I pray Isya first.”

Zaara nodded while wiping her tears.

Arsene's heart was truly relieved to find his wife in a state of good health, despite being depressed and panicked. He hurried to perform the isha prayer, then returned to his wife who was sitting in the lobby chair.

“You must be hungry huh?” guess Arsene.

“Yes, but the hunger is gone because I keep crying inside the mosque.”

“I don't want your phone number or street name at all. I tried to pinch the charger cable, but I don't know why my phone is not on. I can only pray there!”

“Yes, let's go home!” Arsene stroked Zaara's shoulder and led her out.

That night was quiet. Fortunately, the bus to Blaxland is still there, so they quickly ride it while enjoying the atmosphere of silence that accompanies. There was no conversation on the bus. Arsene let his girl ponder in her own mind, realizing her mistake that day. His heart was really scared and anxious. I don't know what Zaara thought so desperate to go far, even he did not remember at all where he lived. Arsene just hugged his shoulder from the side.

“Eat first!” arsene said upon arrival in the room.

Zaara nodded slowly. While Arsene went to the bathroom to clean his body that felt uncomfortable. Moreover, he sweated after running around chasing the bus.

Zaara looked at her lunchbox containing fried rice with beef-eye eggs as well as two mini-sized pieces of chicken sausage. The arugula salad he had eaten at noon was also there. The rice was already cold. Did Arsene cook it in his kitchen? He doesn't know. It's not taste at all. The guilt is too great. He is too overpowered by negative thoughts. Zaara just looked at the night food in front of her.

“Why not eat? Don't like it?!” arsene asked after coming out of the bathroom. From his intonation the man sounded to harbor a sense of annoyance.

Zaara shook her head, her heart feeling bad. She could not look at her husband.

“I want to shower first!” zaara answered in the end. She closed her lunch box and grabbed her towel, then went into the bathroom past her husband who was still standing at the door.

Arsene breathed heavily. Soon she was wearing her full outfit. Eating his dinner, his stomach was already feeling very hungry. The fried rice was made by Fiona, who deliberately prepared for the chefs who went home first. Arsene asked him for two servings. The girl gave it to him.

Green tea smells when the door opens. The fragrance always makes a calm and comfortable feeling. Therefore, Zaara chose to take a bath while helping to improve her feelings. The girl had been wearing a thin colored nightgown that was bought for shipping. Her own mother-in-law chose. He remembered Arsene's surprised face when shown the dress, it looked funny.

Arsene stared at him and told him to eat again. Zaara sat down before him, leaning against the side of the empty wall of Arsene's furniture. Zaara started eating the fried rice slowly.

Arsene stood up, and threw his used box of dinner into a small garbage can. The man gulped down his mineral water and sat on a bed. The atmosphere between the two of them was silent, only Zaara's movements were heard scooping rice into her mouth. Arsene turned his face up on the ceiling, his eyes closed.

Zaara's heart was pounding fast. His feelings have not improved. His mind is still wandering. She saw her husband who had been closed while sitting. Is Arsene angry with him? He wanted to ask her something but could not. Arsene must be exhausted after work and looking for himself. Zaara closes her lunchbox, then picks up her dead phone. He tried to connect it with a power cable, hoping that the phone would not be damaged. The phone fell when he panicked to find that the wallet in his bag had disappeared. His hand shook as he tried to call Arsene. Unfortunately, the battery ran out. He panicked more and more and accidentally dropped it on the sidewalk in front of the mosque. That afternoon Zaara tried to borrow a power cable from the mosque manager, but the phone was not lit.

Zaara was surprised and relieved, her phone could still turn on after being connected to her own power-boosting cable. He breathed a moment. He could not sleep because he had just eaten. So she decided to open her husband's laptop to check his email, who knew there was new work waiting.

Sure enough, there were two new manuscripts that went into his email. His work was just finished the day before. Deadline is back to haunt him. But it was fine, he preferred to be given such a job so that his mind did not wander anywhere. Although his salary is not much because he is still a freelance editor. He can accept or reject the manuscript. Her uncle gave her freedom, as long as she remained responsible for getting the job done. He tried to do it that night, but it turned out that his swollen eyes from half a day of crying made him sleepy and fell asleep on the cold floor with his laptop running.

The night had passed and the dawn was soon coming. The sound of an alarm was heard loud from Arsene's cell phone lying on his short table right at one in the morning. Arsene wakes up and turns off his phone. Realizing Zaara's body was not next to her, the man was shocked. Moreover, he remembered last night Zaara disappeared. But Zaara fell asleep on the floor. Arsene was worried that hypothermia was coming. He immediately approached her and moved her with great difficulty onto the bed, and covered her body.

Arsene looked at his wife's face. His round eyes were getting swollen as it seemed. He stroked his wife's head and kissed her. I don't know how many terrible events always happen to the girl who owns the lashes. Arsene was always a witness.

Did before they met Zaara also experience it often? The girl was too fragile and sensitive. She was fierce at the beginning but in reality the girl was not that strong. His fierce nature used to be just camouflage so that not just anyone could approach him. The more you see it that way, the greater your love. He always wanted to protect the girl wherever he was.

Slowly Zaara's eyelids opened, feeling the gentle caress of her husband's hand on her head. Zaara scrunched her sticky eyes.

“Sorry, I woke you up huh?” arsene lirih.

“Gak nothing.” Zaara's voice raspy.

Their beads looked at each other deeply. Trying to translate what kind of look is that? Arsene kissed his wife's lips briefly.

“Sleep again! I'll wake up at dawn!” arsene said as he got up from the bed.

But Zaara quickly prevented it.

“I'm jealous!” he said hoarse, making Arsene raise his eyebrows.

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