My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 114. Break Time's

Arsene was silent in his solitude. Reminds me of the doctor who examined him yesterday. He has a weak body strength. His body is prone to all excessive busyness, so he is advised not to work involving all physical activity. If not, it will endanger his body.

Actually he already knows. The last time when it was examined by a doctor in Sydney, the same thing was said there. It was just that, for some reason, he remained adamant about taking overtime and working out the hours he should. Fatally, he found his relationship with his wife deteriorating and Zaara miscarried. The man bowed limply, regretting what happened that he would never be able to return.

The quiet mood that morning. There was only the sound of birds chirping in company. Arsene was cleaning up his wife's belongings to take home. The man swiftly put his ex-wife's dirty clothes in a bag.

Zaara just looked at him. His body still felt tired even more so with his heart and mind. There was something stuffing him, just stuck in his tongue that was twisted. She had not spoken for a long time, not even to her husband. The girl only said one or two words related to her needs.

Although Arsene often asked about his feelings, but the girl could not say much other than a nod and a small smile. Often those one-way conversations end up closing with a moment of hugging.

Arsene believes, with the frequent hugging, Zaara's heart will soon be healed. He also promised to grant all the wishes of his first love and fix them completely.

“Udah ready to go home today?” arsene asked, clutching his wife's cold hand.

Zaara nodded while trying to smile a little. Even though his eyes still looked empty.

“I...,” Zaara makes a sound.

Arsene tried to listen.

“I want to go home umi, can?” tanyanya hesitated.

Arsene looked at him.

“Bby. Later I ask Mr. Arsyad to take us to the house umi.” The answer is smiling.

It was just that Zaara's gaze looked hesitant. His eyes glanced downward occasionally to the edge. The girl seemed to still have another wish to convey. Her eyes met her husband who was waiting for her.

“Is there anything else you still want? I'll try to follow your wishes.” Arsene clasped Zaara's hands and held her tightly to his chest.

Zaara's eyes glittered and then pooled. Jaw's interested. The girl bowed, her tears falling.

“Can you give me time to myself first?” the tananya was soft and vibrating.

Arsene's eyes grew and raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” tanyanya did not understand.

Zaara tried to look at her husband's face.

“Sorry, I... I don't want to see you first!” said Zaara with tears.

Arsene's heart exploded violently. His body shook but his hands trembled as he still clasped his lover's hand. Eyes glazed. Jaw hardens. He opened his eyes so that the tears in his eyes would not come out. His breath feels so tight.

Does Zaara really hate him now? He tried to restrain himself. He must have hurt the girl very deeply with his ignorant nature. Arsene bowed trying to regulate his breathing and heartbeat that throbbed. The tip of his tongue was frozen and frozen.

“Until when?” arsene asked, trying hard.

“One month!”

The man let out a long breath, then looked back at his wife.

“Alright, if that's what you want. From tonight we sleep apart,” said Arsene trying hard, he had promised himself to grant whatever Zaara asked.

I don't know why Arsene's direct answer made Zaara's heart more slashed. Isn't that what he wanted? Temporarily avoiding her husband who had made a wound in her heart yesterday to make her lose the fetus she hoped for.

“I'll call Mr. Arsyad first!” said Arsene released his hand, then walked out of the room with shaky steps.

Arsene's eyes glazed over, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. The man sobbed. Didn't expect Zaara to ask for such a thing. His body feels very weak. Then how will he give the girl strength and vigor as instructed by her father-in-law? Can he live without Zaara by his side? He was very sorry for himself.

Arsene was sitting limp on a bench, bowing his body. Her tears fell on the floor.

“Yes Allah strengthen this!” lirih.

With small, slow steps, Arsene led Zaara to the car that picked her up that afternoon.

“Sen!” call someone from behind.

Arsene and Zaara looked over. Raffa stood there, showing an expression of regret.

“Sorry for a few days ago!” said the man wearing his doctor suit.

Arsene smiled small, “nothing, Mas! Thanks for nyusulin.”

Raffa. He was glued to his feet. Feeling guilty for thinking nothing of the man in front of her.

Arsene nodded away from there and brought back his wife. Raffa just stared at the two from behind.

Arsene lifted Zaara's body into the car and sat her in the middle seat. They drove to Zaara's parents' residence, where Arsene had also informed his wife of his wishes. Reza and Karin have welcomed her, as their son and daughter-in-law get out of the car. Seeing Zaara's ample luggage, Reza helped her daughter-in-law and placed it in Zaara's room.

Now Zaara is lying on her own bed, a silent witness to the outbreak of a longing piggy bank a few months ago. Arsene put his wife's things next to the closet. He also put a basket of fruits that he had bought yesterday afternoon on the nightstand so that Zaara would be easy to reach it if he wanted to eat it. The girl just stared at all the movements of her husband inside the room. There was a sense of sadness greeting him, but he harbored more disappointment in the man. Intentionally, she wanted to heal her heart without Arsene present beside her, so that the wound would heal on its own and she could forgive her husband. The girl wants to start from the beginning with her own version, hoping that between Arsene and herself can be equally changed.

Arsene sat in front of Zaara. His eyes are sad and tired.

“There's something you want to say before I go home?” asked Arsene to try to calm down, even though his breath was actually choked..

Zaara paused for a moment to look at the face she had always admired. It's just that he's disappointed.

“Sorry, because I can't yet.” Zaara's words are cut off.

Arsene.

"I can't ... live with you before," Zaara tried to finish her sentence with great difficulty.

Arsene bowed, then turned his face up. Trying to stop her tears.

“I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'll try to reflect on everything that's happened. I think it's a good time to evaluate everything. I'm sorry I ignored you! Sorry to make our child.” Arsene's words stopped, he could not continue.

“I hope after this I can forgive Brother!” zaara said trembling unable to look at her husband's face.

“I'll be patient waiting for you!” Arsene stroked Zaara's cheek.

Arsene clenched Zaara's forehead. His heart loves this girl so much, he promises himself to fix everything and embrace Zaara again as he once did.

"I'm sorry, honey!" arsene said softly as he hugged his wife's body.

Zaara felt the warmth of her husband's affection. Nor did he know that a month was too long for them to fix each other?

“I go home first! You're healing cepet yes, Zaara Darling!”

Zaara nodded. Her palpitations rumbled violently and her breathing felt as tight as seeing her husband's body move away from her. Her tears are dripping. Never had his heart hurt that much, something was breaking him to make him crack. But that's his own choice.

“Can I still see you on campus?” asked Arsene expectantly.

Zaara only smiled slightly with her wet eyes.

Arsene went from there and closed the door with a heavy heart. The man returned to his apartment carrying grievous wounds and disappointment towards himself. While continuing to beg for forgiveness from the Almighty, he drove his motorbike in a crumpled and jammed afternoon.

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