My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 121. Startings

Arsene squatted on the green grass of his family's grave garden. A small red mound of earth was marked with a bunch of nameless tombstones. It was there that Arsene buried her unformed baby a few weeks ago. He stood up, clutching Zaara's shoulders that seemed to tremble at the mound of earth. Zaara put a sprig of white roses, a symbol of holiness and peace. The girl hoped that her son would be a helper of her parents in the afterlife.

Zaara pensive. His eyes were fixed on the mound of land. Her tears did not drip because her heart was already sincere and firm. Now his hope has been placed in the highest place. The girl only hoped that God would give them another chance to be better prepared and trustworthy parents. Although anxiety sometimes seeped in his chest.

Arsene stared at his wife's expressionless face. Now he looks at her with a small smile.

"Yuk's home!" take Zaara slowly.

"Have you finished missing her?" ask Arsene.

"The heart of a mother will never escape the longing for her child, dear Brother!" said Zaara stroking her husband's cheek. "Although he's just been pinned down here!" Zaara pointed at her stomach.

Arsene bowed, his guilt re-emerging when Zaara offended his baby. She doesn't deserve to be a good parent. He must immediately establish himself.

Zaara held her husband's arm, pulling him up until he walked along. I heard breath.

"Will I learn to cook?!" zaara said suddenly.

"Eh, where?" ask Arsene.

"There are online cooking courses. So I can study in an apartment while I practice."

"Can!"

"I want to be a good mother to cook so that the child and her husband do not snack carelessly. And I already have a cook husband, so I don't want to lose to you!" zaara smiled.

"You want to be my rival? Who's afraid?!"

Zaara laughed loudly.

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Zaara had finished cooking the menu that morning. He learned many new menus from online cooking class training specifically for local cuisine. Sometimes her lack of confidence arises when she remembers her husband is a reliable chef. Therefore, the girl asked her husband's permission to take online cooking classes during the college holidays for her new school year. This time his confidence increased. He managed to make a typical Padang cuisine menu full of various spices.

It's been a month since Zaara miscarried. Zaara's condition is getting better, as is her relationship with Arsene. Arsene always gives him motivation and optimism. They also often conduct joint evaluations, whether regarding communication, finances, or family dreams. Arsene is still a calculation related to his finances, just not too tight so that Zaara is not depressed. For the sake of his dream of building a family home without riba, both of them are struggling in their tracks and in accordance with their respective roles.

The girl wearing the red apron put her dish on the dining table, while Arsene had just finished cleaning herself.

“That's great! Cook what Dear?” arsene asked as she was just coming out of the bathroom.

“I cook chicken gulai same lalapan cassava and cabbage, use chili green fried sambal!” bright Zaara smiled widely.

“Wooow, Padang cuisine! So this is the menu that was just tested yesterday?” arsene asked, looking at his wife's menu.

“Iya. And I made the spices myself, not using instant spices anymore. Except the fine, hehe.”

“Mantap!” Arsene gave me two thumbs.

“Come on the hunt with his clothes on, I've laper!” Zaara took out two porcelain dishes from the shelf and put them on the table.

“Ahaa, siaaaap!”

Arsene rushed to wear the clothes that Zaara had prepared since last night. Arsene will take Zaara to her grandmother's house to help care for her ailing aunt and accompany her for a full day.

“This is so great, darling!” arsene said with sparkling eyes when he managed to bribe the gulai chicken vegetable into his mouth.

“Alhamdulillah!”

“Luckily I've taken acid reflux medicine first. I could add this anyway!” arsene. The man looks good eating his breakfast. His body is not as neat as it used to be, because now he has a beautiful chef who is more master of local dishes as a dish.

“Yes Allah, I forgot that you have stomach acid! It's okay?” ask Zaara worriedly. He forgot because he was too eager to test the results of online cooking class materials.

“God is okay. Not too spicy too, really fits my tongue.”

“Hopefully it's okay.”

Arsene smiled and immediately finished his breakfast. Sure enough, he added another warm rice barrel after that. It makes Zaara sparkling happy because the results of her cooking favored by her husband.

After visiting the store to get some of the best cakes, Arsene and Zaara continued their journey to the South Bandung area to go to the house of Zaara's grandmother, Grandma Yasmin, the mother of her father, Reza. Zaara no longer has a paternal grandfather because she died when she was a baby. To get to his grandmother's house it takes more than an hour to go from Arsene's cake shop.

The housing complex that is old enough to look quiet, although there are many new complexes that stand beside it. Arsene stopped the bike, Zaara came down to open the gate.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” said Zaara knocked on the door of a simple design house that looks neat and beautiful. The size of the building was quite spacious with several fruit trees standing around it.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” replied a female voice from inside the house.

Arsene, who had just parked his bike, joined his wife.

Teak wood door open. There was a 32-year-old woman who had a wide headscarf there. It was Bunga, Reza's youngest sister.

“Tante Una!” Zaara nodded and hugged her aunt.

“How are you Zaara shaliha?” tanya Bunga looked at her nephew.

“Alhamdulillah Te!” zaara smiled.

“Sorry yes, yesterday did not stunt you. Aunt Orange fit again very bad.”

“Iya gapapa, Te!”

“Eh Arsene how are you?” greet Flowers on the young man wearing the brown jacket.

“Alhamdulillah Aunt!”

“Yuk in! Grandma again makes gujak guava your favorite water tuh, Ra!”

“Wah time?”

“Iya, the spirit of fitting know you want to come here. Fortunately the tree is again fruitful, so you can take it yourself,” said Bunga while driving them to the kitchen.

“Who is climbing the tree?” ask Zaara.

“Ooh..”.

There is no man in this house. The flower is still alone and unmarried despite its age is said to be very mature.

It looks like a gray old woman wearing her red negligee is poking something.

“Neneeeek!” zaara exclaimed running and immediately hugged her grandmother's body.

“Astaghfirullah, Zaara!” grandma was surprised and immediately put a kneel of the stone to return the embrace of her grandson.

“Granny's hands smell terasi loh!” grandma Yasmin kissed Zaara's head.

“Zaara Kangen Grandma!”

“Eh where is her husband?” ask Grandma Yasmin.

“This is Grandma, time does not look so handsome glitter?” said Zaara.

Arsene who was standing behind Zaara chuckled at it.

“Aduuuh! Maap, grandma mah geus colot, geus beor (granny is old and her eyes are biased)!” said grandma laughing while rubbing the head of Arsene who was kissing the back of the thin wrinkled hands.

Unlike her grandmother Arsene, Grandma Aryani and Bella, Grandma Yasmin is very thin and wrinkled. But he is still very strong can still stew the spice rujak with a kneading of the stone.

“Yuk ah sit down first!” take your grandmother to walk into the living room after washing her hands.

“Tante Orange where, Nek?” ask Zaara.

“Again sleep, he said not feeling well!” replied grandma.

“Ooh...”.

“Neng Zaara is healthy right? Do not be sad continue, God willing, the same grandmother continues to be designed so that grandmother can cepet dapet great-grandchild immediately. That is a test, God will definitely change at the right time!” said Grandma Yasmin spirit.

“Iya Nek, Zaara is sincere. Not good also sad continue.”

“Tah eta, even so the disease later tea! Kaya Aunty Orange, ah grandma is already handing over to God. Not strong when it comes to mah!” Grandma Yasmin's eyes looked teary and her voice shook.

“Udah Mom! Don't jump again. Now we focus on letting Orange Tea heal!” said the Flower who was putting cups of warm sweet tea on a small table.

Zaara and Arsene looked at each other.

“Nek, here's a cake. This is from Arsene's shop, for Grandma, Aunt Orange and Aunt Una!” said Zaara put a rectangular box with the contents of 12 cakes of various variants.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Jazakumullah khair's. May Arsene's efforts be more successful!” said grandma with her soft voice despite shaking.

“Aamiin. Grandma and Aunt here also hopefully healthy continue,” replied Arsene.

“Aamiin Yes Rabbal ‘alamiin!”

Because Arsene only drove Zaara, so the young man said goodbye because he had to take care of his shop. Arsene will pick up his wife later that afternoon or evening. Zaara left with her grandmother and her two daughters.

Grandma went back to the kitchen to finish her job. While Zaara and Bunga remained in the living room after the grandmother refused their help, the reason was that it would be different if many interventions helped. Eventually the two were forced to remain seated on soft chairs in the living room accompanied by a flaming flat television.

“Tante Orange how it is now, Te?” ask Zaara.

“The condition is getting better after being removed from her uterus. Even though it will drop again after chemo. Her hair is out now, Ra, because of chemotherapy!” bright Flowers.

“Oh yes?” asked Zaara not to believe it.

Flowers nod, “wait just a moment to wake up like!”

“Emang early caught how the hell Te? I got scared. Yesterday I was sick, I don't want any more! Don't get it!”

“Tante also does not know exactly how. The word Aunty Orange tea does not feel pain if normal activity is omnipresent. Only because the pain was fit again to have sex, and it was only a year ago, but has been diagnosed with stage 3 cancer. Means it's been a long time.”

“Innalallahi...”.

Zaara was stunned. Although sometimes his insecure feelings arise if he returns to discuss things like this, he will not return to diving grief that has now been buried. He must be prejudiced, God will give him new opportunities.

“You're not afraid of getting pregnant again, are you, Ra?” ask the tantenya who has a body containing it.

“God willing, not Te! Although there is such a worry, but I believe in Allah.”

“Yes, no matter how small the odds are. Husnudzan. Make the Aunty Orange event a valuable lesson. Although Om Kevin seems very affectionate with Aunt Orange, but yes wallahu’alam why he finally chose that choice.”

Zaara fell silent. Recalling the events of a few weeks ago, he asked Arsene to leave him alone to treat his hurt feelings. She was thankful that God still set her heart to return to her husband.

“This is an ordeal for Aunt Orange. There will be wisdom behind it all.”

“Iya, Ra! Matches are also the secret of Allah.”

“Te Una is also patient huh? Each of us is given a test according to the level of faith.”

“Betul Ra! The important thing is, sincerely all to Allah!”

A voice rang out from the salem-covered wooden door. Someone came out from inside.

Zaara and Bunga looked at each other.

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