My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 112. Wait around
That afternoon Zaara decided to return to her apartment. Sent by her only sister, Zayyan, the girl thanked her. His eyes were swollen and reddish because he had been crying since. She realizes her mistake and still hopes that her husband can change his attitude to her better.
Zaara prepared her own dinner again. This time it changed the mood. After completing the obligatory prayers and daily recitations, the girl tried to turn on the television which was rarely turned on. Choosing a nightly newscast, Zaara tries not to be selfish with her own problems, she wants to know the actual as well as political events that happened in the past few days. While enjoying toast and pieces of fruit, he listened to news that turned out to be dominated by the issue of economic crisis that hit this country. Poverty continues to grow, but the solution to solving the problem never ends. This has an impact on the crime rate that soared sharply. Their stomachs need food, while jobs are not easy. Criminal acts such as stealing, robbing, illegal and illegal transactions are a quick way to add to the contents of the wallet. Of course, the problems that occur in society are like a vicious cycle that never ends. There will always be another problem from which a problem occurs.
Zaara clucking. It turns out life out there is so complicated and horrible. He is grateful to be surrounded by a kind and material family. She is also grateful for having a husband who works hard to live it in a halal way. Seeing the reality of life under her, made the girl filled with a positive aura. It worked to make himself better. Indeed, one must always look down to be able to be grateful for what one has. Zaara continued to listen to the news from one station to another, until her eyes were tired to not be closed again. The girl fell asleep on a small sofa with the TV still on.
Zaara woke up at 03:30. Her eyes blinked, her body cold from her short nightgown. He looked at his cell phone screen. Her heart was shocked that it was almost dawn, but she did not find her husband there. Zaara checked her room, Arsene has not yet returned.
Now his heart is very worried. Arsene never came home until dawn like this. The man usually comes home at 23:00 at the latest. There were no messages or calls on his phone either. Where's Arsene? Zaara made a call on her phone. His heart was pounding waiting for the call to come, hoping Arsene would pick up the phone. As a result, there is no connection there. Zaara's mind was filled with assumptions that never came to her mind. So upset and angry. Is Arsene angry that he left without his permission so he didn't come home? Zaara's mind was completely filled with negativity. From Arsene kidnapped, hit bad, trapped by naughty women, accidents, and other negative thoughts. His heart raced very fast, his hands trembled violently.
Suddenly, the bottom of his stomach felt hot, wrapped around like it was being squeezed. A great pain appeared there, making Zaara groan in pain. He held his stomach as if it was about to break.
Zaara immediately picked up her robe and hijab, not knowing what she was thinking at the time. The girl tried to endure the excruciating pain and tried to step out of her room while carrying her phone. Then down the elevator with a drag. Something from under her body felt wet and warm, she cried softly standing in the corner of the elevator. The girl tried to push a button on her phone, looking for her parents' contact number there. But his fiercely shaking finger was extremely difficult for him. Until finally the elevator door opened, he dragged his steps outside.
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Raffa was seen yawning wide after waking up from a short sleep that night. The man was too engrossed in his practice trials, thus putting himself to sleep in a room full of equipment. He looked at the wall clock, it was about to dawn. He should go home and sleep all day today.
The man walked outside the room after washing his face with cold, skin-piercing water, so his eyes could quickly open. Tracing the hallway of the clinic is quite spacious and terrible, although the voices of people have softened outside. Raffa was just about to come out, suddenly a middle-aged security guard was carrying the body of a girl with a dynamic. Blood dripped on the clean white ceramic floor.
Raffa looked at the face of the woman he knew.
“Zaara!” he said when the security guard passed by him. He chased the security guard who was preparing to put the girl on a mattress provided by the health workers on guard.
“Fucking arsene!” he realized the man wasn't there.
Raffa follows a medic who takes Zaara to the IGD's room. After making sure Zaara was taken care of, Raffa immediately called her mother to come to the clinic. He knew there was no obstetrician standing guard at dawn like this. After all, his mother was one of the seniors in this clinic as well.
“You've tried to contact Zaara's family?” sita asked when she arrived at the clinic.
“Udah Ma!”
“Arsene how?”
Raffa shook his head with great pain in his face.
“Find him that way!”
“Ma?!”
“Quick!” sita shouted running towards the room where Zaara was lying down.
Raffa kicked his leg into the air. “Arsene fucking lo!” just an emotion again. Even though he was so upset, still he went to work Arsene who had been told by Zaara.
Splitting the still quiet and dark streets, Raffa drove his car at high speed. He wished in his deepest heart that Zaara would be fine. He was eager to land a blow on Arsene's face. I don't know what Arsene did to the point of letting his own wife suffer like that. Raffa was so angry, because Arsene wasted Zaara.
“There can be helped Mas?”
“Where are the chefs in this restaurant?” his question is full of anger.
“Sorry but the restaurant is still closed and will open at 8 am!”
“Damn it!” cursed again.
“Do you know a pastry chef named Arsene?” tanyanya ketus on the officer who greeted him earlier.
“Meaning Mas, Arsene the new pastry chef huh?” ask the officer to make sure.
“Iya possible!” raffa replied, because he did not know too many kinds of chefs. He only knew Arsene was a chef who often made cakes. Looks like the officer knows Arsene.
“Bang Arsene.
Suddenly Raffa saw a handsome face that he hated so much today. The face looked weary and pale, he was still wearing his thick jacket.
Raffa approached him and directly punched his fist at the owner of the face until he fell on the glittering granite floor. Blood dripped on the floor. The man was of course surprised by the sudden hard blow. Feeling sore and linu especially his lips torn.
“Mas Raffa?!” asked Arsene holding the bloody tip of her lips.
“Heh why are you here?! You fucking depraved man!” raffa grabbed Arsene's collar.
“What's the Mas?” arsene did not understand.
“Lo don't need to know how rich Zaara is! She has no right to get a depraved husband macem lo!” he then punched Arsene in the face again.
The security officers arrived. Pushing Raffa's body that began to lose control because of his emotions, he seemed to be giving another blow to Arsene.
“Zaara?!”
Arsene ran towards the parking lot where he kept his bike overnight. His heart was broken, what happened to his wife? It was so unlucky to get a hard blow from Raffa at dawn. He was also unlucky last night to find his phone just falling into a bucket of water when he was about to change clothes, so his phone died. Again he was unlucky, because it collapsed after his work was finished, making him forced to rest in the hotel mess with other employees. Unfortunately he never memorized the number of his wife and other family members. Really shit. Was there any other bad luck today?
Arsene drove his motorbike into the apartment. It was just that many questions were flying over his head. Why would Raffa follow him to work? What happened to Zaara to the point that Raffa bothered to come to her even though she had to get a punch on her cheek? Don't-don't .. Arsene drove fast at a top speed that he had never achieved before.
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DEG
Seriate.... >.<