My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 110. Need

That day was the weekend. Arsene had to leave early in the morning to work, because it was certain, the guests would come to the restaurant. Weekends are an excellent time for people to visit the casual dining restaurant. With the concept of All You Can Eat (AYCE), usually the guests have come since morning to get a fresher and more delicious dish.

Arsene stuffed his flagship chef's shirt into his backpack. After breakfast, he took his helmet. Zaara stood up to take her husband away.

“Wait for me to go home? We'll do some night shopping!” arsene said he was wearing his thick jacket.

“Iya!” answer Zaara.

On the weekend Arsene will be home in the afternoon. The salary for the weekend will indeed be more than the usual day, because the young man worked for 8 hours. He was always excited to work on the weekend.

Arsene hugged his wife's body before work, they had to share the spirit in order to understand each other.

“I love you!” Arsene peeped at his wife's forehead.

“I also love Brother!”

Arsene smiled and turned to the stomach.

“Dad work first yes, son! You are well in your stomach! We'll see you tonight!"

Zaara smiled at Arsene's words, the man clenched his stomach.

“I go first huh?!” arsene.

Zaara grabbed her husband's hand and kissed him on the back of the hand.

“Be careful Brother Darling!”

Arsene walked out of the door of his room apartment carrying a helmet in his hand.Zaara locked the closed door again.

“Sabar Zaara! Patience!” he said to himself.

That girl was feeling lonely. Arsene's rare presence, often makes him sad suddenly. She was really thirsty for the attention of her husband, hoping that all day she could indulge and make out together in her room. Time just separates them. The night never made her enough to feel the affection of her husband. Zaara decided to busy herself with homework and also get ready to prepare for her midterms.

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The sky was already dark, the night wind was blowing fiercely through the cracks of the vents and windows. Zaara immediately closed the window of her apartment that was still open. The dry season has come, marked by the wind that makes the skin feel dry and cold air that pierces the skin.

It's 18:30. Arsene has not come yet, but usually he will come at 16 o'clock. There was no news that he would be home late. Zaara grunted in front of the television, but she decided to prepare dinner.

A knock was heard at the door, when Zaara had just boiled her spinach into a pot.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Arsene's voice sounded from there.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Zaara opened the door.

“Sorry I'm late!” he said slowly, looking exhausted despite the small smile there.

“Why don't you know?” zaara asked with the back of her husband's hand.

“I'm not perfect.”

Arsene took off his shoes and put them on the shelf. Zaara gave him a glass of warm water.

“I've eaten, don't be ready for me!” arsene sounded tired.

Zaara let out a breath.

“Ya already!” Zaara is back to cooking. Though he has put a lot of spinach leaves into his pancakes. Now he has to spend it alone, because spinach vegetables can not be silenced longer.

Their agendas for grocery shopping and home needs have certainly failed. If Arsene's tone of voice sounded weak and low in tone, it was certain that the man would end up in bed to fall asleep after his illness.

“I slept first yes, so tired!”

“Hmm..”

Zaara just stared at him from the dining table. Arsene broke his body after the prayer, the man closed his eyes with his hands folded over his forehead.

Disillusioned. That was all Zaara could feel. This isn't the first time. Arsene often came home from hours of work known by his wife. They have also rarely discussed because Arsene is always tired after work.

Zaara turned off her bedroom lights, and let the light from the main room enter through the ventilation gap. She fell asleep next to her husband. Looking at her husband's sleeping face from the darkness, Zaara was stunned. He touched the tip of the man's nose with one finger and then turned down to his lips which always made him fall asleep.

“Do you not miss me?” whisky Zaara.

Zaara kissed Arsene's lips, her face facing her, and poked her for a while. She misses the touch of her husband who rarely touches her. Arsene often vented his desire, just for himself. Not for both of them.

I don't know why the desire in Zaara's body is growing. Even her breathing sounded irregular after she kissed her husband. He began to kiss the man's neck, making Arsene's body move.

“Honey, I'm sleepy!” arsene said raucously and turned his body in the other direction.

Automatically make Zaara stop its activities. His heart throbbed painfully. The girl covered her nose and her breathing mouth roared. Then turned to her husband. He cursed himself and tried to sleep.

Zaara tried to sleep but could not. Something was in his heart. The girl came out of her room while carrying her roll and thin blanket. Then turn on the television that plays action movies. Zaara fell asleep there shortly afterwards with the television still on.

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Arsene woke up at 3:30 in the morning because he felt his sleep was good enough. His body feels fresh again. Arsene intended to hug his wife's body, but there was only an empty pillow there. Arsene felt his bed, there was no one next to him. He was shocked and aghast to get up, and turned on the lights. It's true there's no Zaara there.

Sound from outside. Small but crowded.

Arsene came out of the room and felt relieved and curious. Why did Zaara fall asleep on the couch? Arsene turned off the television and carried his wife's body onto her bed.

“I miss you!” racau Zaara after Arsene put it on the bed. The girl seemed to be delirious in her sleep. Arsene tried to lure him that sometimes the girl responded. Zaara is unique.

“Whose window?” ask Arsene.

“Kangen Brother!”

“Iya?”

“Sad.”

“Why sad?” ask Arsene again.

“Abang did not love me!” zaara's face looked gloomy despite being asleep.

Hearing Zaara's unconscious statement, Arsene's heart snapped. Did the girl really say what she felt? Arsene felt sad and sorry. He realized that their time was getting eroded, especially Arsene often came home late.

Arsene clenched his wife's forehead.

“Sorry me yes?”

“Miss!” Zaara replied that Arsene's eyes widened and looked back at his wife's face.

“You're still sleeping, Honey?” Arsene patted Zaara on the cheek, but the girl was unmoving.

"What do you want?" asked Arsene again to go fishing.

“I want you!” he said then, smiling.

Arsene was really confused, was his wife conscious or not? He could not distinguish it in that condition. Suddenly something felt in the lower part of his body, right in the private object belonging to the man.

“Zaara!” Arsene rubbed his eyes.

The girl woke up and laughed.

“I want to ask for my pending rations!” zaara said she ventured.

“Now?!” ask Arsene to make sure.

The girl nodded.

Arsene just shook his head. He did not know that his wife also dared to express this one desire. Arsene became more and more anxious at him and quickly overstretched the girl's body, peeling it fixedly and began to lead the game in the cold air.

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