My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 107. Take care of
“You okay with the store? Won't hurt your waist?” arsene asked worried because Zaara insisted to join the guard of the Sweet Recipes store.
“Nothing, Brother Darling! I want to help my brother, I would like to still be able to work also to edit the script.” Zaara rides her husband's motorcycle.
“Then tired say yes?”
“Iya!”
Arsene drove his motorcycle from the apartment to his shop. Zaara is seen carrying some groceries for the ingredients that have been used up.
Their college is off. So Arsene hopes that these few days at least his shop can give hope. Otherwise, he would have thought of something else to do to improve his economic condition.
Both of them entered the store that was neat, because they always cleaned it up after the store closed. Zaara just needs to sweep and wipe a little furniture. While Arsene is getting ready to make a cake.
The idea in Arsene's head is indeed deadlocked to develop his business. He only thought about how to turn the capital in his hand. While in marketing matters, he really did not master it. In the past, marketing problems he left to the team paid by his father. Now different, he is not at all literate with marketing problems, although his father often explained. He raised his hand for it. To pay the marketing team also seems impossible.
Zaara put the finished cakes in the storefront. While waiting for customers to arrive, the girl opened the laptop at one of the dining tables getting ready for work. Arsene came out of the kitchen to make sure everything.
“Honey, you don't want to sit on a slide above?” haggard Arsene. He had bought a soft carpet and a small pillow to put on the second floor specifically for rest.
“Let's pegel me move!” answer Zaara.
Arsene smiled, he became even more excited at work when his wife accompanied him. Although it might be quiet today from the customers, at least Zaara gave him some motivation. The man opened the door of his shop and flipped over a hanger that read ‘OPEN’.
“Bismillah!”
Arsene walked up to his wife and sat down next to her.
“How many scripts have you edited?” arsene asked, looking at his wife's laptop screen.
“Three. Yesterday just finished one that genre teen fiction. There are two more young adult roman.”
“You are comfortable working this?” ask Arsene.
“I really like, because the work is flexible even though the deadline is pursued. I can also read the work of young writers. Hopefully I can be a fixed editor at Natabooks.”
Arsene rubbed his wife's head. He smiles.
“I worked for both of us. I want to help you too. So you don't have to worry too much. My salary is still small, but I also contribute.”
“Thank You Darling!” Arsene pulled his wife's head and kissed her.
“Come time!” zaara shouted as she raised both her hands.
Arsene chuckled at his wife's expression.
It was already noon, there were some customers coming to buy. Arsene was grateful that there were still customers that day. Although he doubts the results of his work every day will be able to add to his savings. Maybe the sales are just enough to meet their daily needs. Arsene is getting more upset. He could not stand still and wait like that. His body always wanted to move around doing the work he loved. But if it makes too much cake, it is certain that the stock will accumulate and will become redundant when no one buys.
Arsene and Zaara are enjoying their second moment in the quiet shop. Zaara slept on her husband's thigh. A moment of rest because his body feels sore. Arsene stroked his wife's head.
“Zaara Darling!” call Arsene. Zaara turned her head and looked at her husband's face from below.
“Why?”
“If I work outside can not?” tanyanya looked at Zaara's face.
“Where to work?”
“In a 5-star hotel restaurant or a fancy restaurant. I'll have a diploma from Le Cordon Bleu, they'll pay for my work.”
“Why can't you focus on this business again?”
“It feels like hope here is getting thinner. If the situation is still rich, our savings will not increase. Our dreams will be delayed much longer.”
Zaara was silent, pondering. It must be like that. Even they are trying to save on daily expenses. Fortunately, Zaara earned an income, so they could still entertain themselves for a walk out or eat out. If it doesn't exist, Arsene probably doesn't want his savings contested.
“Abang want to try working outside?”
“Iya, I want to find an experience also out there.”
“Continue college?”
“I'll take part-time work. So after college or on holiday I can work.”
“Emang any?” Zaara got up and sat down next to her husband.
“I want to ask for help Pakde Damian, he must have a relationship with many owners of luxury hotels or restaurants in Bandung.”
“Why not work at Daddy's restaurant?” asked Zaara to fix her veil.
“Daddy's restaurant won't pay me dearly, haha! Daddy's restaurant is quality, but the market is for the middle to bottom. Daddy could pay me dearly, but not good for his financial turnover. I want to be a professional chef who is paid according to the service I love!”
Zaara just fucked.
“I support Brother! If you want to try, I will still support.” Zaara reassured the man next to her.
“Aalhamdulillah's. You are the wife of understanding.” Arsene pinched his wife's cheek.
“Sick, Brother!” said Zaara rubbed her cheeks.
“Uuuuh, here come medicine first!”
“Mode is mah!”
Arsene laughing.
“Partially we have to prepare for this little guy. Our needs definitely add if he was born later.” Arsene's elusan hand over Zaara's belly made the girl amused.
“Iya anyway! But don't you fuck me if you're working?! You are so, if you are comfortable working often forget me!” zaara said rounding her lips.
“Hehe... insya Allah! Often wear thin clothes, later I do not forget, wkwk!”
“Fluent basis!”
Zaara nudged her husband's body.
“No one bought!” Zaara stands up and is ready to welcome customers. Arsene prepared the box.
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Next day
It's been almost 5 hours, Arsene waiting in the store with his wife. Zaara was resting upstairs after this morning the girl vomited violently. Actually Arsene did not have the heart to let his wife come with him on guard at the store so that Zaara could rest more comfortably in the apartment. Only, Zaara remained adamant, she did not want her husband to be lonely, even though she could only accompany him as a form of support.
No customers have come to visit today. That makes Arsene's anxiety level higher. Recalling the conversation with his wife yesterday, it seemed like he had to decide something immediately. Arsene took his phone.
“Halo Dad?!” Arsene called his father.
“Why, Bang?!”
“Daddy where?”
“At home Opa, why?”
“Can Daddy help me talk to Pakde?”
“Pakde? What do you want?”
“I want to ask you to find a luxury hotel or restaurant that can hire students part-time!” arsene.
The young man had no choice but to work in a restaurant. It had been very thin his hopes to rebuild the store that once made him optimistic. Now he hopes his cooking skills can help him better to improve his family's economy.
“You want to work in a restaurant?” ask Ferdian to make sure.
“Iya Dad! I'm gonna close the shop and work at the restaurant. I hope these two cooking diplomas can help me!”
Silent over there. Ferdian felt sorry for the condition of his son's business. But the boy rejected his offer yesterday.
“Where's Dad?!”
“Yes later, Daddy talk to your old man first! Later Daddy announced again.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. Thanks Dad!”
“You sure you'll close the store?”
“Iya, if I have worked I will focus on working in restaurants,” explained Arsene, his tone sounds heavy.
“Oh, yes already. Hopefully this is the best for you and your family.”
“Aamiin. I'm closing Dad. Assalamu’alaikum!”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
Arsene breathed. He only hopes to work soon at a high-end restaurant that will pay him a fortune. His cooking diploma was certainly a capital, and his cooking skills could not be lied to. Just because the condition of the shop alone makes it a little down. His life expectancy is now shining again.
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Zaara looked at her husband who was staring at the closed shop. They are not selling there today. Arsene had already rounded up his decision to close his first venture. The look on the young man's face was sad, a sigh was heard in his heavy breath.
The man wearing a red-collared shirt suit with his jeans is now stepping right into the front of the store's rolling door. He pasted a laminated poster paper, bearing ‘FOR RENT’ and also his contact number to call.
“Do you have any plans to make another effort?” asked Zaara after Arsene finished sticking the poster paper.
Arsene clapped his hand, clearing away the dust.
“There. But I don't know when. Maybe I'll rearrange the life plan for this year. We focus on dedek and savings first, then I will think about business in the future.”
Arsene took the helmet, and rode the bike. While Zaara was still stunned looking at the shop. She only prayed that her husband's choice would always be smooth and blessed by his Lord.
The two went to college to continue their studies that day.
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