My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 108. New Life
Arsene escorted Zaara to the front of her apartment building that afternoon after returning home from college. The girl kissed the back of her husband's hand.
“If you are sleepy, sleep first. Don't wait for me to come home.”
“Iya Brother. Brother whose work spirit is yes?” said Zaara.
“Abang is always spirit! Especially welcome dedek!” Arsene stroked his wife's flat stomach.
“Be careful on the road!”
“Thank you Honey, I'm leaving first! Assalamu’alaikum!”
“Wa’alaikumsalam!”
Arsene drives his bike to the bustling city center, where it has always been a favorite destination for visitors from out of town. Arsene has worked at a restaurant owned by a 5-star hotel. He became a budding chef with part-time work after his studies were completed. Damian gave a recommendation to a luxury hotel to put his nephew in the kitchen of a restaurant that is always crowded by visitors. Although Arsene was recommended by his own pakdenya, still he had to pass the test to be placed in a restaurant that carries the concept of local and western as a dish of food.
Arsene was placed directly as a pastry chef at the restaurant. The young man will work until 10pm every day, and take days off on Mondays and Fridays. Having already bagged a diploma from a prestigious international academy, his salary could be said to be more than enough to be paid each week. His heart was so happy and excited to get the job he loved. The shop was closed a week ago. Now the shophouse given by his grandfather will be rented, which from the rent he will allocate to pay the rent for his apartment.
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“Abang wake up!” the girl who was still wearing a pink nightgown swayed the body of her husband who was sleeping.
“Mmhh..”
“We tahajud first yuk while waiting adzan dawn!” said Zaara. It was always their habit, at least before Arsene worked in restaurants.
“I'm capeeek, still sleepy!” arsene said without opening his eyes.
Zaara sighed, she passed out of the room and performed her worship alone. She will wake her husband up later.
Breakfast is available on the table. One bowl of hot mixed soup, coupled with tempeh and chrispy fried mushrooms. It was a simple menu, but that was what Zaara had prepared for the two of them. Arsene's eyes still looked pretty that morning. The young man fell asleep again after the dawn prayer. His work at night made his body keep asking to lie on the mattress. But he couldn't, he had to get ready for college immediately.
“Sorry yes there is only this!” said Zaara.
“Nothing, Honey!” Arsene took a spoon and began to feed the breakfast menu into his mouth.
“Let's shop again. You have to eat a lot of nutritious food. I don't want our son to be okay,” said Arsene.
“Iya. All tomorrow take me to the clinic for a check-up.”
“Tomorrow yes?” ask Arsene.
“Iya!”
Arsene. Tomorrow there will be a central ministry official coming, they have reserved the restaurant where he works. By his general manager, Arsene was asked to come early to prepare everything because he had to prepare a lot of dessert menus and cakes to be served buffet, so the work would certainly be more than usual.
“Can't the schedule be changed?” asked Arsene hesitatingly.
“I haven't checked in a month, Brother! If the reschedule later in a while,” explained Zaara.
Arsene recalled last month, Zaara deliberately did not check the contents because he could not deliver it. Why does the content check schedule always have to clash with the important work in the restaurant?
“Sorry Honey, tomorrow I have an important job. There are central ministry officials who came to visit, so I was asked to come early,” explained Arsene hesitantly.
Zaara looked at her husband, then bowed.
“Ya. I can go alone. The clinic section also deket,” replied Zaara flat.
“Is it really okay?”
Zaara smiled, “nothing! Instead of later I have another holiday check the content.”
Arsene kissed his wife's cheek from across the chair.
That afternoon Arsene drove Zaara to the front of the clinic gate. He knew maybe his wife was a little upset because she couldn't drive.
“You crave?” arsene asked, looking at his wife's usual face. There was no smile on her cute lips.
Zaara.
“You brought what later? Cheese cakes? Fruit pie? Blackforest?” haggar Arsene wants to make his wife's heart happy.
“Bring anything, I'll eat!” zaara replied with a small smile.
“Ready, Mistress! I'm going first huh?!” Arsene grabbed his wife's hand, and kissed her there.
“Be careful!”
Arsene smiled, said hello and left. Zaara let out a heavy sigh while watching her drowning husband's departure be blocked by the other drivers.
Zaara walked small to the clinic registration desk and sat down in front of the gynecologist.
While waiting for the queue, the girl opened her phone. Checking email, his income as a freelance editor has already come in. So he wanted to go shopping for a while to buy a supply of fruit that has been thinned.
Zaara called her husband.
“Abang I can shop to supermarket now?” tanyakanya.
It sounded boisterous from Arsene's phone.
“What?!” it seems Arsene can't hear it very well. Has the man started working?
“I want to shop to the supermarket after home, can ya?”
“Yes, be careful, don't be long!”
“Makasih Abang, keep up the spirit!”
Before long, his name was called.
“Please Brother!” said a nurse.
Doctor Aliyah is a young doctor there. He may still be 25 years old. The woman was very friendly, so Zaara felt comfortable when examined.
“Where's your husband? Not coming?” doctor Aliyah asked as Zaara sat in front of her.
“Dock work! He's busy at night because his work is night. Can I choose a day other than Wednesday?” ask Zaara.
“Monday or Friday!” answer Zaara.
“Monday I practice at Ananda Hospital, Friday I practice at Khazanah Hospital. You can visit there if you want. But yes it is quite far from here.”
“Oh is that? Yes!” Zaara looked disappointed.
Aliyah's doctor invited her to lie down on the mat. Then apply the gel to put the ultrasound device on Zaara's stomach.
“Dedeknya has started to have movement. Thankfully, the size is also normal. Good heart rate.” Doctor Aliyah explained that while looking at the screen. Zaara's gestational age has entered the third month at this time.
Zaara smiled, feeling happy. The inspection is complete.
“Alhamdulillah, good condition all yes. His grandfather is healthy too. Please keep that. Watch all the nutritional intake. Can't be too much of a thought.”
“Iya, Doc!”
*“Always be happy *ya?!”
“Every Doc! I'll take it first! Thanks!” zaara nodded and passed from there.
Zaara walked out of the clinic. He thought he would go shopping after this. The distance to the supermarket was not far from the clinic and apartment, so he dared to go out at night. Zaara went to the mushola clinic first to pray maghrib.
The black girl now set foot out the door of the clinic, walking towards the sidewalk of the road that would deliver her to the supermarket. A white car suddenly stopped next to him. Window's open.
“Where are you Ra?!” a man shouted from inside the car. That's Raffa.
Zaara surprised, “ah, want to go to the supermarket just a minute, Mas!”
“You alone?”
Zaara smiled slightly.
“I take ya, happen to want to go there too. Mama said something about it!” raffa said he unlocked the door of his car.
“Content Mas, I'm alone!” zaara said, bowing her body.
“You sit in the back if you're not comfortable. Not good pregnant women out at night alone.”
Zaara was silent for a moment. Raffa's offer swayed him a little. Moreover, there are some men with creepy looks on the other end.
“What am I sitting behind, Mas?” asked Zaara hesitatingly.
“Iya. Deket section right?”
Zaara nodded. “Sorry Mas so ngerepotin!” said Zaara.
“Log in!”
Zaara opened the door of Raffa's car and sat in the back seat in a deep sigh. Raffa smiled, then continued his drive.
Suddenly, Zaara's heart felt bad. He felt guilty for going out with someone who was not his mahram. Moreover, her husband did not know.
“Arsene works where now?” raffa asked, the man already knew that the Sweet Recipes store was closed.
“In restaurant High Feast!” answer Zaara.
Raffa nodded. High Feast restaurant he had visited, it was a luxurious casual dining restaurant that provided a variety of delicious menus at prices that were not cheap.
Before long, they arrived at the supermarket parking lot. They got out of the car and walked together towards the entrance.
“Content Mas, I shop alone!” said Zaara.
“See you here, I'll drive you home huh?!” tawar Rafffa's.
“Makasih Mas, but no need. I can do it myself.”
“This time alone, do not have the heart of the bumil home mallm-malem itself. Yes?”
Zaara just smiled doubtfully. Finally he nodded.
The two split up in the supermarket. Zaara intends to escape that night, so she will go home alone without Raffa. He quickly picked out some fresh fruits and vegetables. He also took a loaf of bread and chocolate jam. His move now to the cashier and pay for his not-so-much groceries.
“Udah finished too?” asked Raffa from behind him. It carries several boxes of vitamin C and bone-boosting milk.
Zaara's heart was thrown.
“Eh, i-iya!”
Now Zaara could not dodge anymore, because the man right next to her was paying for her groceries as well. Moreover, Raffa finished faster than him. The man stood waiting for Zaara.
“Yuk!” he said when Zaara put her debit card in her wallet.
He had to follow her to the car.
I am sorry, he said in his heart.
Raffa drove the girl home to her apartment not far from there.
“Still a lot, Mas!”
“Sama-sama! I'm going home first huh?!” very friendly.
Zaara smilingly nodded at his return.
Zaara walked towards her room while continuing to curse at her. She felt guilty for her husband and God. Why did he accept Raffa's invitation? Moreover, they have put each other's heart even though it has been a long time. And Raffa? Has he moved on? Zaara doesn't know.
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