My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 120. Embracements

Arsene led his wife's hand which she felt she hadn't gripped for a long time. His heart was like spring which was now blooming with flowers in the garden. Although he himself did not know what his wife would talk about, but with Zaara who welcomed his helping hand it made him optimistic that Zaara would return to his embrace. They walked out of the shop and stopped in the parking lot. A gentle and cool breeze greeted, accompanying the two under the overgrown tree that shaded.

“Where are we going?” ask Arsene.

“I'm coming with Brother aja.” Zaara looked at her husband.

“Search for a deket place yes? We go to deket mall campus aja.” Arsene put his helmet on and rode his bike. Zaara nodded in agreement.

Zaara rode her husband's motorcycle again. He tried to embrace again the waist of the handsome man in front of him. Arsene smiles. The hearts of both of them were pounding like a lover who had just knit his story.

Both choose a restaurant with a menu of Japanese dishes that do not look crowded by visitors in a mall close to their campus. They had already ordered a spicy ramen menu for lunch that day. While waiting for the order to come, they started the conversation.

Zaara looked down doubtfully before her husband who kept looking at her.

“I'd like to apologize to Brother. I blame you too much and was too disappointed with your attitude yesterday-yesterday.” Zaara opened the conversation and emboldened her heart. His eyes closed after saying that, His heart pounding.

Arsene looked at the girl who was unable to look at him.

“I'm the one who should be apologizing. I've been ignoring you a lot, and I assume we're all right. Our sparse communication also turns out to be a big problem. I've evaluated everything, and the mistake came from me. I'm too immersed in the bad job. I'm selfish too. With my return to this business, I hope I can split my time and priorities. Many help me at this time, so I thought, I will be able to keep you a priority.”

Zaara's eyes glazed over at her husband's heartfelt expression.

“Do you want to excuse me?” arsene asked with her eyes soft and hopeful.

Zaara nodded. Arsene clasped his hands together, and dipped them full.

If only they were not in a public place, maybe Arsene had embraced his wife's body in her arms. He really misses the girl in front of him.

“Thank You Darling!”

“I also want to say thanks, because you have been patient waiting and understand me!”

Suddenly someone interrupted them both.

“Sorry, here's the order..” said a waiter delivering their order.

“Ah yes, thanks!” arsene.

“We eat first huh?” arsene Pinta.

“Iya!”

After lunch, they went back to the store. Although Arsene already believes in the performance of his team, he always wants to make sure that everything goes smoothly, especially today is still his first day. Arsene checks into his kitchen, while Zaara picks up some sweet, legit cakes that tempt him. Arsene told some of her cakes, so Zaara took the cake first made by her husband.

“Where have you reversed?” alice asked curiously, as her cousin was about to enter the kitchen.

“Alhamdulillah!”

“Alhamdulillah, my guess is right?!”

“Yes, thanks for the prayer, Brother Al! Hopefully Kak Al can also be spared in his soul mate!”

“Aamiin! Keep up!”

Arsene smiled broadly and returned to the kitchen.

The shop will be closed in three hours. Zaara had already returned home to her parents' house after her sister picked her up that afternoon. Arsene promised to stop by tonight when the job was done.

Customers keep coming until it gets dark. Marketing on the first day is arguably successful. Even the vouchers that were shared were already full, although not all of them were redeemed today. 50% of vouchers have been redeemed, maybe the rest tomorrow. Arsene is quite satisfied to see his shop today. It's just that it's still early, the journey is long. I wish the shop could be like this every day.

Arsene took his motorbike to his in-laws' residence. Will Zaara ask him to stay or return to the apartment? He doesn't know yet. Arsene greeted him at the door of his father-in-law's house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Zaara welcomed him directly, grabbed his hand and kissed him reverence.

Arsene raised his hand, bringing him a box of various kinds of cakes.

“Make umi, abi, equal Zayyan. Where is it quiet?” asked Arsene when entering the minimalist house.

“Zayyan there, but Umi and Abi nginep at granny's house.” Zaara took the box from her husband's hand.

“Oh... What's the matter?”

“Tante Jingga just got home from the hospital. But..” Zaara sits herself on the couch. Arsene.

“But why?”

“Tante Jingga has separated the same bed Om Kevin, so now live at home granny” Zaara bowed.

“Oh..”

Arsene can't say anything because he doesn't know the two. He only knew that Om Kevin was his mother's college friend first, while his family was his grandfather's business rival.

“You tired huh? Have eaten? I'm cooking. Want to eat?” tawar Zaara's.

“Bby. What are you cooking, honey?”

“I cooked tomato soup sausage only. It's okay?”

“Yes, little by name.”

“Ready!” Zaara walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry yes there is only this!” Zaara put a plate filled with her cooking and a glass of warm drinking water.

“Still, Darling!”

After a long conversation at the dinner table about their lecture, the two turned to Zaara's room to rest. Arsene had cleaned his body and replaced it with the clothes he had brought from the apartment before he got here. Zaara was changing her clothes when Arsene was leaning on a mattress cot. Looking at his wife's slender body from behind made his stifled passion for these three weeks suddenly appear.

It's just that he wants to hold back, worried that Zaara is still feeling the trauma of losing her fetus. Arsene's breath roared, he was forced to cover his mouth and nose so that his breath was not heard.

Zaara changed her shirt with a rayon knee-length home dress with buttons extending from her neck to her knees. The color is soft, making his face brighter. He let his hair fall out and combed it. With any outfit, Zaara always looks pretty in Arsene's eyes. The man could not take his eyes off again.

Zaara joined her husband on a bed next to the wall. Arsene still covered his nose and mouth, leaving Zaara astonished.

“Why? Anything stink?” zaara asked, Arsene took off her hand and pretended to cough to neutralize her breathing.

“Ah ”!

Arsene grinned stiffly.

They both fell silent. Stiff and awkward. Like a newlywed, that silent atmosphere enveloped again. Arsene cleared his throat to reduce his awkwardness.

“Do you miss me?” asked Arsene doubtfully.

Zaara nodded her eyes at her husband from beside her.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Zaara frowned in surprise, she did not understand. “Mean Brother?”

Arsene glanced his eyes to the side, hesitating.

“I'm just worried you're scared of me and traumatized by yesterday's events.”

Zaara gave a small smile, she understood what her husband meant.

“I'm sincere. God must have planned something else. Maybe God wants us to change His ways. I cannot remain silent in sorrow, just as I am guilty of His destiny. So...” Zaara sat before her husband and stared at him sharply with a puddle of tears ready to spill.

“So I want us to start all over again. Let go of what has happened, and repair what is broken. I miss it so much Brother!” said the girl while tightly hugging her husband's body.

Arsene returned the hug tighter which made her tears go down. A burning longing is now coming out.

“I also always miss you!” said vibrate. "Thank you because you gave me a chance." she continued.

Arsene was crying heavily on his wife's shoulder. He could not hold back what had been harbored so far, deep sadness, longing and love, loss, and empty space for the past three weeks.

"I'm sorry for making things so complicated. May Allah forgive my sins as your wife" said Zaara Lirih.

Arsene was still crying out for her feelings.

Zaara rubbed her husband's head, just like Arsene. Her heart was tight with sins while avoiding her husband for three weeks. She grabbed her husband's hand, her body lowered and stuck her forehead there.

"I'm sorry for being this defiant, brother! Sorry I was selfish! I love Brother!"

Arsene's shoulders trembled to see his wife kneeling in front of him. Arsene clasped his wife's hand pulling her back into his arms.

"I was wrong too, my dear! Sorry for me too!" Arsene rubbed Zaara's cry and kissed her on her forehead. Both embrace transferring forgiveness and the power to forgive. Feel warm and calm the soul that had tangled.

Arsene stroked his wife's cheek and then went down to her lips. Zaara closed her eyes when the gentle touch that made her opiate felt so tender made her heart race.

The ripples of love appeared and turned into waves, growing larger and deeper. Roll up crashing coral full of longing. The warm atmosphere surrounds, coiling in a delicate dance of love. Night bears witness to two people who are reunited in meaningful love. Warm embrace closes the moment, dissolves new strength to face a long tomorrow.

Did you know that longing

it made me realize deep love

As now, just as now

Look at me, remember my eternal love

We still have memories to remember

I'm still afraid that we'll be apart again

Don't let yourself get hurt

The hard days we faced together

No more sad love

Until then, only until then

Don't forget me, please,

I promise I will love you

[Tranlate from Please Remember - Cha Eun Woo]

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