My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 111. Abai
Arsene came home late tonight. Even though it was dawn they were both able to give up desire, Zaara still felt Arsene was more concerned about his work than he was. He was eager to speak from heart to heart, but surely after this Arsene would fall asleep.
Even Arsene was late for a long time. Adzan isya has been reverberating. Zaara's heart was getting more anxious. He kept looking at the wall clock. A short message had been sent, but Arsene had not read it. Now Zaara is trying to reach him over the phone. The connection is connected, but no one is lifting. Does Arsene always leave his phone in the bag?
A knock was heard. Zaara quickly opened it.
“Assalam..”
“Abang tuh if you come home late can tell you before no heck?!” Zaara immediately pointed at the lethargic looking man with her scolding.
“Sorry I always stay in the phone in the bag,” Arsene goes into his apartment.
“Can't you call me first?!”
“Tas I'm in the locker, the place is far from the kitchen, while the kitchen is kept busy!” Arsene sat himself on the couch.
“Until when does the rich brother keep gini? Not once twice, though! You are often rich! Why do you always come home from work hours?!”
“Can't talk later?! I'm so tired!” lamented Arsene, the man immediately took a towel and went to the bathroom.
Zaara snorted in annoyance. His patience is almost at the limit. Arsene did not explain anything. He often asked when the man was relaxed. The reason must be the same, because the people in the restaurant need it. Did Arsene ever think his wife needed him at home? Zaara resumed her work editing the novel script.
“Abang can talk for a minute?” zaara asked as the man was about to lay his body on the bed.
“Tomorrow yes, I sleepy!”
Zaara clucking. He must restrain himself.
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That afternoon as usual, Arsene will invite Zaara to lunch together on campus with the provisions that have been prepared. They chose a long chair in the park surrounded by a lecture hall.
“Front month Brother can take me to the clinic right?” zaara asked as she managed to finish her lunch.
“God willing!” answer Arsene flat.
Hearing the flat intonation of her husband's voice, Zaara thought Arsene might still be in trouble last night, as she continued to tease her husband with words of protest as he returned home. They did not speak again this morning because they both had a morning lecture.
“I have already noted, Brother 2 times always say that, but at the end of it I leave alone,” complained Zaara.
“Iya?” arsene looked at his wife.
“Iya. Do you love me and your own child? Even the end of the week is no more time for me!” protest Zaara again.
Arsene's heart trembled at his wife's words.
“I work hard because I love you guys. I'm trying to prepare everything for the future of us all. Sorry because maybe I was negligent, but our dreams can be realized quickly,” explained Arsene.
Zaara breathed.
“Then you work at a restaurant, a lot of our time is eroded. I understand you are trying to prepare the best for our future lives, but can you pay more attention to me?” pinta Zaara's.
“Can we talk about this in the apartment?” Arsene saw Zaara's trembling face in front of him.
Zaara returned her husband's gaze sharply.
“Sorry!” zaara said and left in front of her husband.
Arsene was upset. “Zaara!” calling out to him, made the other students turn their heads towards him. He did not chase after his wife who walked down the stairs. The man just let out a long breath, is there something wrong with him? Though he tried to work hard every night so that his savings could increase quickly. Moreover, he heard rumors related to his promotion that will rise to the position of chef more up, because the performance is very good. He knew he loved his job so much that he tried to be as disciplined and professional as possible.
Arsene tidied up his box and stuffed it in his backpack. Then walked to building C to continue his lecture that afternoon without again contacting his wife who was returning home alone, choosing to skip college at that time.
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Arsene had to chase into a room where Zaara could attend college. He did not memorize where, just that they always made a pact to meet at building B on Monday afternoon. Arsene climbed the stairs to the second floor, spreading his gaze. Hopefully there's a classmate Zaara can know.
Two hijab-wearing girls descend the stairs from the third floor to the second floor. He knows the voices of those who speak. That's Terry and Hana.
“Zaara where?” arsene asked his wife's friend.
“Lah? We don't know either. He didn't go to class because I thought he was sick so he went home.” Terry walked towards the wider terrace.
“Go back?!” asked Arsene not to believe it.
“Maybe. After praying dzuhur are you used to together, do you not have nanya?” said Terry.
“So he went that way, and didn't say anything,” explained Arsene honestly.
“You have a problem huh? Cepet selesein first. Inget Sen, Zaara is pregnant with your child. Lately he's moody, try asking why?”
Arsene. Indeed, Zaara had looked moody the past few days. He rarely sees a smile with his cheek tones. Just occasionally like when the girl asked for her rations at dawn yesterday.
“Gue go back if so! Thanks yes!” said Arsene and went straight back down the stairs to the parking lot.
The time is 17:15. To reach his workplace, Arsene took 30 minutes. While he must get ready to change clothes, pray maghrib, and eat a little for his work which began at 18.30. Is there enough time to see his wife? Given he had been wanted by his restaurant general manager to come early because of the arrival of famous artists.
Arsene typed something on his phone. He told his wife that he was going straight to work that afternoon because there was an urgent interest so he was forced not to take a day off today. He promised to talk to Zaara after that. But it cannot be at this time. Arsene drove his bike downtown to work.
Zaara had read her husband's message, it was assumed that her holiday tonight was not so. He was already at his parents' house. Always feeling lonely in the apartment, making himself go home to his father and mother that afternoon. Of course, Karin was very surprised by Zaara's arrival that afternoon with red eyes. The woman tried to make her daughter's heart breastplate for every condition she experienced.
“Ra, have you told your husband?” karin asked his daughter who was foot on the sofa.
“Not Umi!” answer Zaara.
“Astaghfirullah Zaara! You should ask permission every time you go. Arsene will be worried later!”
“Let's Aja Mi! Zaara dicuekin continue, she mah more love to work together!” zaara exclaimed without looking at her mother's face and kept watching television.
“Astaghfirullah Zaara.. You can't do that, honey!”.
Zaara's face was sad.
“Mau Zayyan transfer to apartment?” tawar Karin's.
“No need Mi! I said it would be the same Arsene if I went here!”
Karin shook her head to see the behavior of her pregnant child. Zaara becomes more sensitive, fragile, and thirsty for attention after pregnancy. While Arsene is getting busy just because of his college and night work.
“Zaara Darling, next time can not gini huh? After all, Arsene is your husband. You can't leave without his permission, even if you go to Abi and Umi's house. Umi knows you're in need of a lot of attention from Arsene. Try talking to each other from heart to heart, telling the truth what you want. The more mature the marriage age, the more exams for you.” Karin stroked the bowed head of her son.
“Udah Mi! But Arsene always snooze our conversation. He always said he was tired. Even today he did not have a holiday, yesterday he came home late 4 hours! Never take Zaara to the clinic again. Who doesn't sprain, Mi?! I need him again!” zaara's light, her tears dripped back.
Karin pulled her daughter's head into her arms.
“Talk at the right time, he must have understood! You need to be more patient. A wife should be more patient! Now call him, so he can pick you up here!”
Zaara nodded. The girl tightened her arms to the mother who gave birth to her 20 years ago, feeling a warmth that made her heart so much better.
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