My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 99. Admiral's Secret?
Zaara was reading a script that went into her email. His work that weekend was just a few pages away actually. Only, his eyes were already sore and no longer strong enough to stare at the rectangular box screen. The girl decided to postpone her work that morning. He did not turn off his laptop, just change his mode to ‘sleep’.
The girl still in pajamas went downstairs to see the rest of the family. Umi Karin is still busy cleaning the kitchen. Zayyan looks fun watching action movies on the glass screen. Abi Reza is not home.
“Abi where Mi?” tanya Zaara sat herself on the dining table chair and picked up a banana on the table.
“Take another to the hospital!” karin answered, still wiping the kitchen furniture.
“Ke hospital?! Who is sick?” Zaara was quite surprised.
“Tante Orange!”
“Sick what Mi?”
“New presumption anyway, said uterine cancer,” bright Karin.
“Innalillahi...,” Zaara did not expect, hopefully the tantenya is okay. Aunty Orange has not been blessed with any children after her marriage to Om Kevin. Her marriage is over 15 years old. But that is the power of Allah, even though the Orange is a visible and powerful man of his religion, Allah is the test of all His servants who believe.
Karin washes her hands, her job is done. He sat in front of his son who was eating bananas while contemplating.
“You have no plans to delay having a child, right with Arsene?” ask Karin.
“No, Mi! Why why?”
“Aalhamdulillah's. The child is the provision of Allah. God will leave us when we are ready. Even if we plan to delay, return it again, because God is more entitled to make a plan.”
Zaara looked at her mother's beautiful face.
“Umi used to be so. Umi had a miscarriage before she had you. Umi was very sad and lost, when Umi was 23 years old. But it's God's will. It felt like there were empty moments, but Abi continued to strengthen that the child would come at the right time. Thankfully, Umi and Abi's patience paid off. Umi pregnant again after the age of 26 years.”
Zaara looked well. If she did not miscarry, she might have an older sister by now.
“Different again with your in-laws. Mommy Ajeng had delayed having a baby, because of her career and her husband who was very young. But the will of God again, Mommy Ajeng actually got pregnant at an unexpected time, because she forgot to take her Pill. If not wrong, she was pregnant one year after her marriage. That's when we meet again, both are pregnant. You know, right?”
Zaara nodded.
“Umi hopes that you and Arsene will both prepare themselves. Moreover, you are still active with your respective activities. Arm yourself with the science of Nabawi parenting, because honestly, the practice is much more difficult than theory. As if you already have the knowledge even though it will fit the practice of finding difficulties. You are young, there must still be a selfish side, meaning you have to find out how to subdue the ego. Because if there is already a child, we can not follow our own ego again.”
“Iya Mi!”
“Arsene has come home?!” asked Karin, it was just that she suddenly became misbehaved.
“Go back?!”
“Eh means, go home when?” Karin corrected her question.
“Sunday next rich. I haven't asked you yet.”
“Ooh...”.
Zaara looked at her mother's suspicious-looking face. It's just maybe his feelings. He returned to his room to continue his work. But before continuing, Zaara first took her phone. She wanted to know when her husband was coming home.
The number you are going to is out of range. Please call in a few more moments.
Zaara furrowed her brows. Why is the connection not connected? Where did Arsene go? Even the man did not tell her anything.
Are you on a tour around Sydney? Arsene once said that he had such a plan before returning to Indonesia. It's probable.
Zaara wasn't worried about him. Moreover, all night they also just communicate through video calls. Arsene's face was visible last night. Maybe because the school is over next week. Zaara turned on her laptop and did her job.
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The final semester exam ends on Tuesday. Zaara felt relieved and calm because she did not have to race anymore between learning and completing her work like yesterday. She is waiting for her husband's graduation, who plans to return to Indonesia this week. He's really impatient.
Zaara, Terry, and Hana went to the mosque to perform dzuhur prayers and relieve fatigue after two weeks of struggling with the test. The mosque has always been a favorite place for all three. Even Terry has begun to actively follow the intensive study held by the LDK's children. They are now activists of campus mosques who always set foot there every day.
The afternoon breeze greeted the three who were foot splashing on the terrace of the mosque. Their eyes looked at the fresh green courtyard grass. The sight and atmosphere were quite comfortable for their hearts.
“Arsene when to go home, Ra?!” ask Terry.
“Hari Sunday!”
“This week?!”
“Iya!”
“Ciyeee who want to break the piggy bank miss again! Honeymoon again dong here!”
“Hihi, want it, but how about later deh!” zaara replied blushing.
"He's going to go to college here?" ask Hana.
"His luck, only the store is in trouble. Either he wants to focus on business or go to college again." Zaara plays the tip of her hijab.
All three turned simultaneously, “wa’alaikumsalam!”
A tall, skinny man in glasses and an LDK jacket approached. The three girls tidied up their sitting positions.
“There is a tea called Zaara?” tanyanya.
“I-iya, I'm Zaara!” reply Zaara hesitated and wondered, “why ya?”
“There is this titip make Teteh!” the student gave me a small envelope.
Zaara stood up and took the white envelope from the hands of the bespectacled student who appeared to be a freshman and a new member of the LDK.
“Who are you from?” ask Zaara.
“From a ikhwan tea.”
“What's the name?”
“I don't know, Tea! And he didn't tell me either. He just put this on me. Keep pointing out that Teteh is here. But I think he's an activist here, because he was wearing an LDK jacket!”
Zaara was stunned for a moment. Someone's been watching him since.
“Oh yes?! Where's the guy?” Zaara continued to wonder at the student out of curiosity.
“So after this love, he went straight to Tea!”
“Ooh that, yes already. Thanks ya!”
“Sama-sama!” the freshman came out from in front of Zaara.
Zaara frowned when she returned to her best friend. He sniffed the scent of the envelope, but only the smell of paper was smelled.
“Ciyee has a secret admirer!” tempt Terry laughing.
“Someone will be jealous!” hana Timpal.
“Who the hell is it?!” Zaara wonders.
“Udah spout open!” terry was impatient.
Slowly and hesitantly, Zaara opened the envelope. A folded plain paper filled in it. The girl took it.
“Bacain dong!” terry's orders.
Zaara opened the folded paper, there was an inscription with upright letters attached on it. Zaara read out the contents, her heart felt trembling.
I admire in my silence
Seeing your smile I think the vibe of my heart
Your face is always in my baby
But I can only miss
When I can't reach you
In the thick and black of the pseudo sky
I hope we meet, my flower
At the end of the time limit
*note: do you want to know who I am? find me in front of the literary grid
"Romantic bangeeeet!" terry exclaimed, it seems like he has melted with those words if he gets the letter.
While Hana stared in surprise at Zaara who looked shocked.
Zaara hugged her own trembling body. He was touched by the poem, but on the other hand he was afraid. Is there really a secret admirer?
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