My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 113. Woe

The atmosphere of the clinic was still very quiet and quiet in the morning. The air was so cold and pierced the skin. The hallway was quiet, there were only a few nurses walking there. Arsene ran quickly into the hallway, asking the name of his wife to the receptionist who was on guard that morning. His feelings were completely chaotic and chaotic. He doesn't know what's going on.

The nurse told him that Zaara was already in the treatment room located at the end of the hall on the right. Arsene ran again. His breathing sounded roaring, moreover his heart kept pumping. Finding some members of his family there, his heart was getting worse.

His father-in-law approached, looking riled up and red. Staring at Arsene's scarred face, Reza tried to calm down.

“Zaara why, Bi?” ask Arsene to panic.

“Come in!” reza said as calmly as possible, even though his chest seemed to rise and fall.

In the VIP treatment room was her mother-in-law, Karin. There was also doctor Sita, doctor Aliyah, and her mother Ajeng. The four women looked teary. Zaara is seen lying limp on the mat while closed.

Ajeng immediately hugged his eldest son.

"What's your face, honey?" tanya Ajeng who immediately greeted the eldest child with anxiety.

"What's wrong, Mom!"

“You are strong huh?” said Ajeng lirih, rubbing Arsene's head.

“Zaara why Mom?” now Arsene's eyes are glazed.

“Sorry Sen, Zaara miscarried. Your foetuses we can't save!” said Sita tegar.

Arsene's heart exploded upon finding the news. His body shook violently. He could not hold back his tears anymore. This was her first teardrop for someone she loved.

“Innalillahi wa innailaihi rojiun.”.

The young man knelt on the floor, too limp to know the reality. His body collapsed, his heart was broken to find the news that his future baby had left. He wept softly and began to blame himself for what had happened to his wife and future children. He realized his wife was depressed because she was too busy working. Looking for material to prepare for his family's future, only he forgot himself. Embedded in a routine that makes him comfortable so that he often ignores his pregnant wife. Now the situation can not change, he can not return his child candidate. The young man was drowning in his own emotions, wishing his wife was now fine.

“Abang...,” Ajeng brought his son's body up.

“It's my fault, Mom!” arsene said vibrating.

“Do not blame yourself!” Ajeng tried to strengthen and hugged him tightly.

Now Arsene is approaching his wife. Whether asleep or unconscious, he did not know. Arsene grabbed Zaara's hand, grabbed it and kissed it. Her tears are breaking. “Sorry to me, Honey! Maafin..” he said softly put Zaara's palm on his bruised cheek. Pain was felt on the tip of his lips as tears flowed past him. But his heart ached even more knowing that the fruit of his love was gone.

Zaara's eyelids were shaking.

“Where are you?” zaara asked softly after she opened her eyes slowly.

“Sorry me!” that's all Arsene can say. His body trembled violently, with a downcast look.

Zaara pulled her hand from Arsene's. Arsene's heart ached, his whole body crumbled and limp got a response from his beloved wife.

“I want to go home, Mi!” zaara whimpered.

“Iya Darling, we go home after you are healthy huh?” karin.

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Reza was sitting in a chair in the hallway of the clinic in front of Zaara's room. His eyes looked teary, firm but fragile. He did not expect that something similar would happen to his own son.

Arsene. After more than two hours the man looked at his sleeping wife with remorse, Arsene finally let his future son go.

The two men of different generations were immersed in their respective minds. The look on his face both showed anxiety.

“You know, Sen? Abi also used to experience the same thing.” Reza opened the conversation that afternoon.

“Means Abi?” arsene looked at his father-in-law's face.

“Umi used to miscarry. The difference was that Abi did not know that it turned out that Umi was pregnant. It was like two explosions. Moved because it turns out umi can get pregnant, but on the other hand abi sad because the prospective child abi has left first.”

Arsene.

“Maybe your feelings are more broken because you must have expected his presence. This is God's destiny. Abi hopes you can take a lot of lessons from this event. You must be able to embrace Zaara, because the mentality of a mother who miscarried is extraordinary. They need more affection, more support, and more attention. Wake up hope, do not let Zaara traumatized when she will get pregnant again later. It might be difficult, but if you are strong and patient, he can definitely get through this.”

Arsene shuddered at the words of his father-in-law.

“Let's leave it all to you, Abi believe you can get through this!”

Reza stepped up and patted Arsene on the shoulder slowly, then walked away from there letting the young man reflect on the days ahead.

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Zaara sat on the back of the hospital bed. He looked out the window, but it was empty. Morning air that feels warm because the sunlight directly enters and penetrates the clear glass. For a moment the girl felt the warmth of the sun, only that it could not penetrate her heart which was now cold and fragile. His face was almost expressionless. His hands were constantly placed on his flat stomach which now had no small creatures in it. Sometimes there is pain after the uterus has been cleaned. The girl's eyes were teary, her tears dripping back were not felt because there was a push from her deepest heart that was being injured.

The girl's mind traces the memory. Turn around for a moment what happened these few days. He closed while taking his breath. Trying might clear his mind and heart that is now confused and tangled. He was harboring a deep sense of disappointment that it felt almost dark all his feelings. The girl wearing her shirt hijab is indeed alone, considering her entire family is on the move. Arsene himself was going to buy fruits to the supermarket after breakfast.

Tok.dok.cock.

A few knocks were heard from the wooden door of his living room. Zaara invited him in. Doctor Sita's face appeared there, her mother's best friend smiled as she entered the room.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Zaara! How are you doing?” tanya Sita approached.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, alhamdulillah Aunt!” Zaara wiped away her tears that had dripped.

“How do you feel?” ask Sita while checking her body condition.

“I still feel lost, Auntie!” sad answer.

Sita smiled slightly, stroking the girl's head.

“You must be strong, Zaara! Umi you did, and she was strong until she gave birth to you and your sister. Aunty sure you can definitely get through this whole thing sincerely. It's a test from God!”

Zaara tried to smile.

"Aunty check your body condition first huh?" sita Pinta.

Zaara broke her body. Sita checked the whole thing on the girl.

“Your body condition is good and stable. You can go home tomorrow. Is the pain in his stomach still felt?”

“Still Aunty.”

“Yes, that's natural. You should rest for a week to recover your condition. Oh yeah, where's Arsene?” tanya Sita spread her gaze to the all-white room.

Not long after.

“Assalamu’alaikum, can enter?” a man stood in front of the door of the room that opened slightly. The handsome fashionable doctor, Raffa, carried a basket of fruits in his hands.

“Wa’alaikumsalam!”

Zaara gave a small smile to the man and invited him in, as there was still Sita there.

Raffa put on a face with his wide smile but there was a gurgle of anxiety there. He placed the fruit basket on an empty nightstand on the left side of the mat.

“Sorry yes I just looked up now,” he said, then looked at his mother.

“Nothing, Mas! Thanks a lot!” answer Zaara.

“Hopefully you recover soon.”

“Aamiin.”

Sita looked at her son's face. He knew in his heart Raffa still held feelings for the hijab girl in front of him, although small, the sense remained. It has been a year since Arsene and Zaara's marriage. But Sita was grateful. The second child has changed a lot. His mind is wiser, although his emotions sometimes remain overflowing at times. Sita just hopes that her son can control his feelings.

“May you also be given the strength to face this calamity. I'm so sorry.”

“Still Mas.”

Zaara just looked down.

“What time do you practice?” ask Sita to her son.

“Jam 10, Ma!”

“A minute. Your queue must be long huh?” Sita looked at her watch.

Raffa chuckles. Since the presence of the fashionable man, dental polyclinics have always been full. Even the visitor numbers are always up.

“Yes, I'll make it here first. Because..” Raffa looks nervous.

“Because what?” tanya Sita was suspicious. Zaara looked at the man.

“There's something I have to say.”

Sita stared at her son's face. He didn't want his son to make strange problems. Moreover, Zaara's psychic condition is not stable.

Suddenly someone entered the room. His face seemed to wonder. He carried a bag of fruits in his hand.

“Where, Sen?” tanya Sita tried to melt the atmosphere that suddenly felt tense.

“Ah, I'm from the supermarket for a while. Buy fruits!” the answer stepped in. Seeing that there was a complete fruit basket, the man put his shopping bag on an empty chair. Then immediately approached his wife's body, blocking her from Raffa who was standing there.

Raffa was unable to look at Arsene whose face was still there bogem wounds that he incised there yesterday morning. Looks bluish red and dry sores on the tip of her lips. Raffa retreated his steps.

“Alhamdulillah, starting tomorrow Zaara can already go home. But he still had to rest for a week for his recovery. You have to keep the spirit going, Sen?!” said Sita smiling.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Ready God willing, Auntie!” arsene said sparkling.

“There are people who want to ask or maybe someone wants to say?” ask Arsene and Zaara.

Actually, there's something Arsene wants to ask his mother's best friend. It's just that, he is worried about Zaara's psychological condition that is still depressed. So he decided to ask her later.

“Thank you very much, Auntie! Maybe later if there is a question, I will ask by phone or chat aja.” Arsene answered.

“Ah, yes. All righty! Don't forget the medicine is taken regularly yes, let the pain in his stomach cepet healed!”

“Yes, Auntie!” Zaara smiled slightly.

“Then, Auntie comes out first huh?! May you recover and the spirit always. Your future is still long, God willing there will always be new hope.” Sita smiled widely with her sparkling eyes, then turned to her son, instructing him to come out with her.

Raffa nodded with a hesitant expression. It's just that he followed his mother's steps after nodding briefly at Arsene and Zaara.

Sita and Raffa walked in the hallway of the spacious clinic. Intrigued by Raffa's statement, Sita wanted to know.

“What do you want to say?” ask Sita. “Not because it's still the same feeling for the girl right?!” continues ensuring.

Raffa chuckled with his thin face.

“Not. This is my problem with Arsene!” the answer.

“Emang why? Is there a problem are you the same Arsene?” tanya Sita stopped her steps.

Raffa stood in front of his mother. While leaning his body in front of a pillar in his standing position, the man exhaled his breath violently.

“I hit him yesterday!” said down.

“What?!” Sita hopes to hear wrong.

“I hurt Arsene yesterday, Ma! I want to apologize! But it turns out I'm too cowardly!” said grunt. There is regret from his words.

“Kok can?! What are you thinking?” ask Sita to know.

“I think he's a jerk. Working at the hotel without going home, I don't know, where my mind was after seeing Zaara bleed a lot. When I met him, I couldn't control my emotions anymore.”

Sita sighed. He no longer knew what to punish his son so that his emotions could be controlled. He thought his son had changed completely, but not completely.

“Don't be petty, Fa! After seeing Zaara and losing her child, Arsene was examined because her face was pale. His blood pressure is low, his endurance is decreasing. He told his doctor that last night he collapsed and had to stay in the mess of hotel employees. Arsene's immune system is weak and not comparable to its continuous work. And you know why he's so rich? He worked hard for his little family. His shop was closed, and he slammed the steering wheel for work at the restaurant. You said it was a jerk?!”

Raffa sighed. He regretted thinking badly about it.

“Mama does not want you to think that is not easy, especially you never see the fact he is like what on the field. Never follow your emotions, okay?!” Sita approached her son.

Raffa was down, feeling guilty.

“Cepet solve this problem!” said Sita, then left her child who was bowed.

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