My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 115. Healing

Arsene laid her body on the bed of her apartment. It felt so quiet and silent, moreover, his empty and empty heart. It was as if the atmosphere in this room supported his feelings. He realized, Zaara must always feel like this every night when she went to work.

His work is not wrong at all, even he did have to struggle to support his wife well. It's just, the disregard he showed was wrong.

He loves his job so much that he often takes overtime. He himself wondered why he was so immersed in the world that it was so profound that it was not realized he had ignored his wife who was in need of more attention.

Being independent for her family is not a wrong choice. It is a wrong choice to think selfishly. Arsene realized that he was being selfish, as if the main problem he and his small family were economic so he forgot about anything else outside of it. But it's not just that. They just have to divide their time and priorities.

Now he lost two treasures at once, his future son who would certainly never be able to save and his wife, who is now his hope will shine again.

The man bowed lethargic, sad, and grim. Her tears continued to flow nonstop in her solitude. Just this time his feelings were blown to pieces. He was very disappointed in himself. Will Zaara come back to him? Will Zaara forgive herself? Arsene breathed long and heavy. Rubbing his wet face, the young man regretted what happened.

However, he could not continue to lock up in this condition. He has to fix everything that has happened. At least, there is always light in a dark room though. Arsene got up from his bed, picked up his agenda book and wrote something down there.

Healing Moment, he wrote on the note.

He began to reflect that night, noting everything he had to do and improving. Write down what he lacked all along. Hopefully with this record he will be able to change.

There was one thing that made his heart pierced. He read the notes he had written when he was just entering to become a new student. In the past, his soul was the same as hers, but somehow everything still went smoothly even all his plans materialized quickly. Is it because his closeness to God is so close? He realized that he was so far away from God right now. He rarely actively participated in regular studies at the mosque because after college he had to pursue time to work. Then came home late and finally fell asleep until dawn, he rarely did his tahajud prayers. Now his ambition is to pursue matter, no longer the pleasure of God. Perhaps God was jealous, so gave this to him in order for him to return to Him.

What should he do for his career? Can he continue to pursue his career without the need for God?

Arsene has a deep heart. He must repair his relationship with God immediately, and all his intentions must be set straight for Him alone. One problem he had found a solution, which he thought was the root of the problem.

Arsene has opened his laptop. Her fingers danced beautifully over the keyboard that was conveying her heart that day. He was writing a longing piggy bank just like he did when he was in Sydney.

Today I was so surprised to find you asking me not to meet. It hurts like a fragile leaf stepped on. But my heart can accept it all, considering that I have hurt you more deeply. I hope God forgives my sins.

I regret everything I have done. I feel like this relationship is okay, but it's not. Moreover, I must lose my precious son.

I just want to write this, when we're both separated again, even though different moments. It feels like this moment is more painful than when we are separated. I'm sorry for what happened between us. I'll fix everything, so you come back with me. Wait for me and still love me, dear Zaara.

Arsene

Arsene hopes Zaara will open an email with him. Even if he won't tell her at all. Let time answer it.

Arsene shuts down his laptop and decides to go to bed faster. It has been 3 days 3 nights, the quality of his sleep is bad, he must make himself healthy and not let his endurance decline back. The young man is indeed very susceptible to fatigue even though his ambition is so high. He had set his alarm at exactly 03:00 as was his custom. His work problem will be thought of later.

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A lunchbox contains a menu of chicken katsu curry sauce condensed with chunks of carrots and potatoes filled in it. Arsene brought it in a goodybag. She contacted her mother-in-law who said that Zaara had returned to campus today. He himself has bagged all the schedules and rooms where Zaara will be studying. Although Zaara may not want to meet him. Arsene had already thought of a way that he could send the lunchbox to her.

Arsene walked with hesitant steps approaching a room in building B. Terry got out of there because Arsene asked him to help her this time.

"I'm sorry I wanted to leave this for Zaara!" he said give that goodybag to Terry.

Terry looked at him suspiciously, then took the goodybag out of the man's hand.

"Gue doesn't know what happened between Lo and Zaara. But I don't want to be involved let alone interfere. I'm like this because I love Zaara. You should be able to give him more attention, Sen!"

"Thank you very much!" arsene said slowly.

Terry returned to the classroom that had not yet arrived the lecturer.

Arsene had to do this. Asking Terry for help is the only way he can stay connected with his wife on campus.

"Ra, there's a deposit!" said Terry put that goodybag on the table.

"From who?" asked Zaara frowning.

"Lu must know!"

Zaara looked at Terry sitting next to her. The girl opened the black goodybag. Finding a piece of paper folded over a box, he picked it up.

"The greatest glory in life lies not in toughness, but in rising up every time we fall." - anonymous

I hope you eat my cooking. I'm sorry.

Zaara sighed. He put the paper back in the bag and left the goodybag on his desk. The lecturer has come, he must focus on learning.

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The young man gets more and more tangled every day. His body was thin as his mind kept spinning how it could reclaim the heart he had neglected. He was lying limp on his own bedroom.

“Abang!” the knock on the door was heard with a soft voice.

“Log Mom!” the answer.

He entered his son's room. It's been almost a week now, Arsene's back at her parents' house. He is now ill and is being treated in his own home.

Ajeng brought him a plate of warm porridge and beef soup to help his son recover his health condition.

“Eat first, Honey!”

The teacher put a plate on the nightstand. He sat on the side of the bed next to his son.

“You can't be rich gini keep. Raise your spirit again!” said Ajeng gently rubbed the head of his eldest son. Arsene's forehead is still warm with fever.

“I'm not sure, Mom!”

“Mommy can't watch you keep gini. You only need a moment more to be together.”

“Does he still want to receive me?” asked Arsene hesitatingly.

“Zaara needs time to catch you again. People are caliphs, but there is always an sorry door you can knock. Wait until the door opens if you choose to stay. You have to prove that you are still worthy to be defended.”

Arsene. During his parting with Zaara, he always sent her a food box along with an encouraging sentence for his wife. Every day, he always sends emails. But there is never a reply. He did not want to contact her directly, fearing that Zaara would increasingly shy away from him. Therefore, he only contacted his mother-in-law to find out about Zaara.

“Abang Darling! We are similar, we both make the same mistake. We are tempted by God to be conscious. You already realize your mistake, right? Be assured that Allah will give you and Zaara the opportunity to be together again. Remember, Allah is in accordance with the prejudices of His servants. You must rise from all this sadness, build your business again. There are mommy and daddy who always support!” Ajeng.

Arsene's eyes are glazed. He was really tormented by this situation. But he was well aware that this was all his fault.

"I'll try, Mom! I'm negligent and I want to fix things. I hope there's still a door Zaara's sorry for me."

Ajeng hugging the body of his son tightly gives strength from a mother and also the best prayer.

“You can, of course," said Ajeng.

“I'll try my best, Mom!” arsene tries to be optimistic.

When he kissed Arsene's forehead, he looked at her with a smile as if he was looking in the mirror. They have very similar characters.

Meanwhile, at Karin's house. Zaara is getting ready to go to campus with her sister who will also be a new student at Bumi Pertiwi University.

“Ra!” call Karin.

“Why Mi?” tanya Zaara fixed her rectangular veil in front of the living room mirror.

Karin was silent for a moment.

“Are you not aware, have you been a few days Arsene did not send a lunchbox for you?” ask Karin to worry.

Zaara stunned. He realized it, but as if he did not want to think about it. At least this morning. Last night he felt bad thinking about Arsene news that he never knew.

“Do you not want to know what happened with Arsene?”

“I don't want to talk about her yet, Mi!” zaara replied.

“Zaara, how long will you avoid him? If he does something wrong, open the door to apologize for him, this is just a test for you who are both maturing. Umi wants you to open your heart and wisely decide. Not by dodging like this!”

Zaara sighed. He knew this made things complicated, only he wanted to ease his disappointment.

“I still need time, Mi! I'm leaving first! Assalamu’alaikum,” saying Zaara kissed her mother's hand.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Karin replied slowly.

Karin only prays for her daughter. I hope God shows them the right path. Despite his deepest heart he hoped that God would still unite their hearts.

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