My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 96. Go home
The white clouds marching in the blue sky gathered with each other in the bright daylight. A small wind blew the tip of the hijab motif belonging to Zaara who then held his hand so as not to be exposed. The girl's heart was fluttering for a few times. Not because of the wrong attitude to face how sweet Arsene treatment. This is because the two want to separate the distance back, after living together for one month in the land of people.
Heart wry. His breath felt tight as if there was a large stone propping up in his throat. He tried to regulate his emotions. Patience. A word that is always spoken in his heart so that his heart is strong and strong like a rock that is hit by waves.
Arsene pulled his wife's little red suitcase. The young man's feelings were just as turbulent. Now the piggy bank must return he fill, although only a few months left. At least, the love story for 4 weeks in Sydney will be the strength and energy to live out his days ahead.
Arsene clasped his wife's body before parting ways at the airport. Arsene is very worried about Zaara when the girl has to go home alone to her home country.
"I'm big, my dear brother! I'm careless, but I can ask people if it's hard!” Zaara tried to dismiss her husband's excessive worries.
“Iya I know. Anyway after arriving at Soetta airport obligated to call me huh?!” pinta Arsene stroked his wife's head.
“God's Insya. My brother is healthy here. Don't flirt, don't be stubborn!” Zaara poked her husband's nose. His heart had calmed down when his old friends at Arsene's cooking academy learned of their status.
“Ready, Mrs Arsene!” Arsene acted like a ceremonial leader who saluted the ceremonial builder.
Zaara chuckles.
“I'll miss you every second!” arsene.
“I too. At least we already have the capital after meeting later. We'll live independently like in a dorm. Maybe it's harder for our fight in the future.”
“Yes, you are right! The challenges of life after this may be more difficult. Promise yes, we will always face together?!”
“I promise. There is God with us.”
Arsene smiled broadly and cupped his wife's cheek.
“I love you, Zaara!” the man wearing the checkered shirt kissed his wife's lips softly, putting his spirit and strength into the days ahead.
“I love you too, Abang Acen!”
Both breasts are tight. Their eyes glittered but a wide smile graced the farewell during the day. The two already feel better after being together, breaking the longing piggy bank, knitting the thread of love, and fusing in love. Sure they can live the next day with the same hope and prayer.
Zaara waved her hand as she walked towards the check-in at the airport. Arsene looked at him smiling. Struggle towards his ideals stayed a little longer, he had to strongly hold back his longing for Zaara. He will be able to get a professional chef title after this, and work in a restaurant or luxury hotel or struggle to raise his business which is now sliding down.
Zaara closed her eyes as she sat in the seat of the plane that would take her to her country of birth. His father will pick him up there. Zaara took her diary from her sling bag. He's opening. Photographs printed through a polaroid camera have been affixed to the book. Seeing her husband's distinctive smile always made her realize, how much she fell in love with her first friend. Now he will try to concoct his love recipe, preparing for their next life that may no longer be easy.
And wait for me there
Breaking my miss piggy bank
Bond with you around the city
Enjoying the sun slowly dissipates
Until the cruelty of time
Pulling you from my arms
Then we go back
Saving the longing to send each other prayers
See you later, my dear
[Sleeves of Missing - Fiersa]
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The atmosphere of Bumi Pertiwi University campus has been crowded by new students. Some of them wore white shirt clothes and black subordinates for certain faculties and majors. There were also those who wore colorful ribbons in her hair according to the color of the faculty. It seems that the faculty orientation period is not all over.
Zaara walked on the sidewalk in front of her faculty while carrying some books in her hands. Her grab bag was no longer fit, when the girl decided to borrow some semantic and morphological theory books from the library.
His leisurely walking body was accompanied by a gentle breeze that dropped the fragile dry leaves. Several times, the foot wearing the white sneaker stepped on the helpless creature by accident.
“Zaara, wait!” yelling at someone wearing a hijab, he ran after Zaara whose steps stopped.
“Terry, where's Hana?” zaara asked to see her best friend bowing while taking air and adjusting her breathing.
“Ah jajan mulu her mah! I just stayed in!” answer gasps.
Terry has been hijab in his third semester. The skinny and tall girl decided to go headscarf after seeing the young wedding of her best friend.
“Lecture is still thirty minutes away right?” ask Zaara.
“Iya, where are we going?”
“Cantin?!”
The two students walked to the cafeteria in the morning. Usually to prop up the stomach before the lecture begins with semi-heavy food or snacks. The atmosphere of the canteen is quite crowded, many new students there. Seen from their clothes. Although there are also new students who do not wear black-and-white, usually they are students of English Literature who are more flexible have rules in their orientation.
“Next week there is a motivational training event in LDK you know, want to join me?” bargain Zaara after buying her favorite cheese bread.
“Follow dong, I need this energy. It feels really good to study in literature!” Terry grunting. Indonesian Literature Department is not the main choice. So he did not enjoy a little.
“Later to register yes, I happen to be also a committee!”
“Iya ready! Uh by the way, can I go to Ra?!” terry asked to play the tips of her index fingers against each other.
“Kepo what the hell is Ry?”
“That, mmh... anu, have you done anything Arsene?” asked Terry hesitatingly.
Zaara's cheeks suddenly turned red. The heat felt all over his face.
“Nwhat gelakuin?” ask Zaara pretending to be innocent.
“Ah is it yes? How does it feel?!” ask Terry again. Zaara's face was getting red.
“Yes for Christ Ra! What's the face of a boiled crab? It's so red!” terry laughed.
“Finally asked so, I'll be groggy!”
“Hehe, sorry! I'm learning fiction again, so want to know a little so not plain very!” Terry's giggling makes Zaara unable to see the friend in front of him.
“Yang so it's better to be designed by yourself. Shame on the story, especially here!”
“Please, please tell me!” Terry put on his face.
Zaara squeezed the bag of crackles she was carrying.
“I don't know either! Because it feels weird but..” Zaara did not continue, too embarrassed to tell him.
“But what?” Terry moved his face.
“Aah Terry is responsible, I want him!” Zaara shouted while covering her face, too embarrassed.
“Eaaa, direct to the shadows so yes?!”
Terry's loud laughter provoked the attention of the canteen visitors so they became the center of attention.
“If kiss?” terry's question is not finished.
“Yes God, Terry! You're married there, so you can answer yourself!” sergeant Zaara.
“Cepet answer one word!”
“Mmh... soft, ..sweet!”
Terry put both hands on his cheeks, too excited and enthusiastic.
“Awas not to try before marriage!”
“Iya atuh Ceu! So what's your stomach filled?”
Zaara sighed into a sudden source like this.
“Udah!”
“Totally?!” terry asked not to believe and be happy.
Zaara nodded, “nih, same bread!”
“Gubrakkk!!”
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