My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 109. Hot

Zaara put the fruits and vegetables she just bought earlier in the refrigerator. He took out two loaves of bread he had bought for his own dinner. Every night he had to feel this solitude inside his apartment. Even though before Arsene worked at a restaurant, her laughter often broke because of her husband's dreadfulness. Arsene rarely teases him. Zaara could only feel her husband's warm embrace when she had already fallen deep into the dream world. The next morning, Arsene sometimes fell asleep again after dawn because the man came home late. Then they would have breakfast and go to college together. Same when on the weekend. Even Arsene worked a full day on Saturday. I think the time for Zaara is getting less and less. He was thirsty for attention and affection. Therefore, Zaara is always waiting when it comes Monday and Friday.

Zaara was seen curled up in her bed when Arsene opened her bedroom door that night. The time is 22:45. The man put a small bag on his door hanger, then turned to the bathroom to clean his body which stuck to the smell of smoke from the kitchen of his workplace restaurant.

Arsene laid her body on the bed after dressing fully. Seeing the peaceful face of his wife, he was tempted to kiss her face. He felt sorry for always not being able to take his wife to do an examination to the doctor. Arsene's face moved to Zaara's stomach.

“Assalamu’alaikum son father. Sorry I can't take you. Daddy loves you.” Arsene whispered beside his wife's stomach, then kissed her.

Suddenly Zaara moved, stretching her body involuntarily. Arsene was watching him. Zaara's face frowned.

“Jangaaan!” the balance while changing its position again to the edge.

Arsene chuckles to see his wife delirious. The man was just about to wake his wife up.

“Mas, can't! Mas Raffa!”

DEG.

That name certainly makes Arsene rise in blood. What does Zaara dream of being able to say that name in her sleep?

“Abang! Sorry!” chaos again.

Zaara has been raving a lot lately. Because of her pregnancy, Arsene doesn't know. He obviously didn't like the rapport this time.

“Zaara!” Arsene touched the cheek of the girl who looked restless in her sleep.

“Zaara!” call again.

Zaara was shocked and woke up just like that. She looked at her husband who looked fresh with a surprised look.

“What dream did you have?” ask Arsene.

“Eh?! Astarghfirullah!” he said he was down, his heart racing fast. He remembered a little of his dream. He tried to catch his breath.

Arsene kept looking at him sharply because the girl in front of him had not answered his question.

“Zaara, what do you dream of?” ask again.

“I don't know!” answer Zaara slowly. He only covered the dreams he remembered.

“You called someone's name!”

“Hah?!”

“Udahlupain aja, we sleep again aja!” arsene tried not to talk about it at night. Not okay.

However, Zaara was even more curious. Arsene's face was visibly irritated as she pulled the blanket over her body. The girl wondered. Did he mention Raffa's name to make Arsene angry?

Zaara hugged her husband's body from behind, as Arsene had her back. Arsene was ordinary, not responding to his wife's embrace. Usually, the man will stroke and hold his hand. Zaara became anxious and couldn't go back to sleep.

“Abang angry?” ask the girl hesitating.

Arsene breathed.

“I'm sleepy and tired!” arsene's voice sounded flat.

Zaara fell silent, her heart feeling muddled. A stream of water came down from his eyes. She tried to hold back her so that her husband would not listen. He turned his sleeping position so that he turned his back on each other. His face was buried into the bolts he was hugging so he could spill his tears there.

Feeling that something was wrong, Arsene turned to his wife. Seen from his shoulder, the girl was trembling. Arsene got up and pulled the bolster that his wife hugged. The roll was wet on one side. Zaara did not wince unless she showed her face.

“Why cry?” arsene did not understand. He removed the hair that covered his wife's face.

Zaara did not answer, she still continued to cry. Arsene realized, his wife is getting more sensitive since this pregnancy. So he has to be patient with it. The man pulled Zaara's arm so the girl sat down. Warmly embraced his wife's body, that was all that could cure her.

“For what?” Arsene still doesn't understand. What was the rapport for that one?

“Because I left...,” Zaara's words were cut off.

“Nothing, Honey!” arsene stroked his wife's back.

“I go with Mas Raffa!” he continued, making Arsene take off his embrace.

That shady face was now turning a dead red. Emotions mixed with fatigue and fatigue quickly jolted his feelings. His chest felt tight, anger gathered all in his head, so it felt like his tongue was eager to let out fire.

“What do you mean?!” arsene asked, his eyes widening as if they were going to come out. He's really angry.

“A-I was forced...,” Zaara's tongue felt faint at the tip, let alone her breath was also choked to the point of not being able to continue the sentence.

“Ngapain both of you, huh?!” arsene.

“Eng-not...” Zaara shouted softly while shaking her head.

Arsene's head was pulsating violently. He could not continue this discussion that provoked his anger. His head felt so hot that it was like it was going to break and pull out its contents. The man stood up from the bed and walked out still holding back his emotions that blocked his chest. He was afraid of not being able to control his emotions, only this time his feelings rose and became hot. It takes time to cool its head.

Arsene moved to the next room, closed the door and locked it.

In the room, Arsene was agitated. Although tired of greeting his body, his restless heart could not make him sleep. He could still hear his wife crying. The atmosphere was quiet, until Zaara's voice was so slashing. Arsene does not know what happened between Zaara and Raffa, as he prefers to leave when Zaara tries his hardest to explain what happened.

The man's eyes closed for a moment, there was still a sound coming from the room next to him. He breathed his breath rough. Arsene got up and got out of the room.

Zaara is seen still sitting on her mattress with shaky shoulders and hands covering her face. Not the heart, Arsene immediately hugged his wife tightly.

"Yuk boobo!" bring him. He tried to forget what happened in order to make his wife calm. Not good for Zaara's pregnancy.

There is nothing between Zaara and Raffa. He tried to think positively that night and reconcile with his wife. He was too tired to talk. Zaara did not say a word. The girl curled up in the arms of her husband who kept stroking his back. Until finally both of them completely fell asleep with the unfinished problem.

That morning Zaara woke up. His eyes felt sticky from the swelling. He rushed to the bathroom leaving Arsene still in deep sleep. After the dawn prayer, Zaara woke her husband up slowly.

The pregnant girl was preparing a simple breakfast. She has not spoken to her husband. Arsene sat on the dining table chair. While looking at his wife's silent face, he took a sip of warm white water.

"Can we talk last night?" arsene asked, hoping Zaara could be honest.

"Sorry…." Zaara started the conversation before breakfast.

"I'm sorry I went to the supermarket with Mas Raffa last night after the clinic. Sorry I didn't tell you. Mas Raffa offered him a ride because he also wanted to be there when we met at the clinic gate." Zaara tried to explain as much detail as possible.

Arsene breathed.

"Did anything else happen?"

"No, just Mas Raffa take me to the apartment. I mean, until the parking lot."

"Yes already. You better delay shopping if not the same as me. Understand right?" Arsene tried not to snarl.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Arsene thinks the problem is over. He did not show his emotions, because he was worried about hurting. It's just that women's feelings are different, Zaara just hopes Arsene will vent his emotions. Was her husband jealous? Or has his anger been quelled? Zaara again prepared breakfast for them and tried to forget about it all. He promised himself not to repeat it.

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