My student's my future husband?
(C2) Ep 122. Story

A hooded woman came out of her room after she heard an additional voice in her mother's house. Little did he pull the veil that felt loose because his head already did not have long hair that had always been his pride.

“Tante Orange!” said Zaara when she saw a plain face without her tantalizing makeup, looks pias but still beautiful. Zaara immediately got up and walked up to him, then kissed the back of his hand and hugged him.

“Sehat Aunt?”

“Yes, Ra! Always grateful and optimistic to be cured.” Orange smiled slightly and sat on the chair with Bunga and Zaara.

“You're healthy, Ra?” Orange asked back.

“Alhamdulillah, Auntie!”

“Ra you still work at Natabooks?” tanya Jingga, despite mentioning the name of her husband's company, exactly her ex-husband, feels confused.

“Still Aunt!”

“Alhamdulillah.” Orange smiled, her heart was relieved because the company of her ex-husband could be professional, so that the work of her nephew was not disturbed.

Orange stared at Zaara's radiant face. He knew that his little nephew had a miscarriage some time ago and now he was back cheerful, although maybe the girl's face implied worry when he saw her. He was so excited that a bright future was still waiting for him. There is still hope there even though now he is only with his family.

“What key can make you smile like this, Ra?” jingga asked to learn something from his nephew.

Zaara's eyebrows shot up, not expecting her aunt to ask her about it.

“Tante knows, you also went through a difficult time yesterday. But you're great, you can move on fast. Aunt wants to learn from you!” he said stroking Zaara's head.

“I learned to be sincere and forgiving, Auntie! Realizing that this is all a scenario of Allah, Allah wills this event. And I can't stay sad. I learned to forgive Arsene and start over. I was disappointed and separated from Arsene for a while, but from there I realized that this was the will of God. Finally I even feel the same sin Arsene because selfishly evaded from him.”

The girl's eyes glazed over, followed by Flowers and Oranges listening to her. They did not think that the girl could be strong at her young age.

Orange shed her tears. Shoulders vibrate. Zaara hugged her fragile body. He could feel it even though he didn't know exactly what was happening.

“I'm sure, Auntie can also definitely get through this. Aunty should be grateful, God abort the sins of Aunt through this disease. Aunty also still has great hopes to recover.”

Zaara recalled one of the hadiths which also strengthened him yesterday, "Not a Muslim is afflicted with a disease and the like, but Allah will abort with him his sins like a tree that drops its leaves," (HR. Bukhari & Muslim).

The orange wiped away her tears. She was grateful to have been surrounded by a family that loved and supported her always, even though she had to lose her womb and her husband together. But he never regretted his decision. He tried to smile.

“Content Ra, Aunt will also try to recover!”

Indeed, people with cancer or who have severe disease should always be surrounded by an atmosphere of strength and spirit that can foster optimism of his life. Their fragile souls must always be nurtured and watered by life motivation in order for the seeds of new life to continue to grow high.

“Yuk we eat rujak first!” said Grandma Yasmin who just came from the kitchen while carrying a container containing sweet fresh gujak guava.

“Waaah...,” Zaara looks enthusiastic and instantly takes a few glasses and a spoon to become a container.

The four different women of that generation looked carefree as they poured joy into the glass and ate it together.

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That afternoon in the mosque, Arsene and his LDK friends held a committee meeting for a special motivational training event for new students in the following school year. Before picking up Zaara, Arsene tried to listen to the steering committee instructions that would direct the committee. Arsene became head of the special events division committee.

While Zaara is not included first for this committee, because of fear of burdening. So Arsene asked the LDK policyholders not to involve his wife in any committee events, except flexible freelance committee.

Arsene himself will coordinate with a psychology professor, Aretha, who is still a generation with him.

“Please from the event division, is there a proposal for the concept of a new student inspiration training event this year?” tanya Adit who became the chief executive of the event.

“If I propose for an event, one session for motivation training, one session for strengthening of the faith and proselytizing. The training is balanced. Moreover, this maba will still try to find her identity, so I think that 2 events will be able to have a big impact on her survival on campus.” Arsene gave the input.

“Iya right, I agree! During this time we often combine training and motivation in one package. Maybe divided into two sessions will be able to make participants more able to digest the material,” said Kang Gugun, SC part of the event.

“Maybe there is an input first from the office committee?” ask Adit.

“I also agree on the same idea from Arsene. Feedback from us, so that participants do not get bored quickly and for, it's good to be given an entertainment or intermezzo event and there is a game too. Because if it's two sessions, it's definitely going to be a long time. As if to let them keep the spirit follow the material all day,” explained Aretha.

“Good idea. Please note yes secretary!” exclaiming Adit.

“This concept will be mixed again by the event team and SC. Please immediately made a mature concept!” adit told Arsene and Aretha. They nodded simultaneously.

The explanatory session of the event division was completed, and continued to the other divisions.

“Dit, permission first huh?! I have to pick up Zaara!” arsene whispered when there was a brief pause before the publication division spoke.

“Yes, be careful, Sen!”

Arsene said goodbye to other LDK friends and immediately sped the bike.

Meanwhile at Yasmin's Grandma's residence, Zaara is busy finishing work on her laptop that she is carrying. A glass of fresh and sweet mango juice accompanies him. His grandmother always pampered him when he visited. Moreover, Zaara is the grandson closest to Grandma Yasmin. Despite having 6 grandchildren, from her children Zaki and Reza, Grandma Yasmin's relationship with Reza's children can be said to be the most familiar. Understand it, because Reza and Karin often visit. Unlike Reza's eldest brother, Zaki who lives in Malang, he only visited once a year when Lebaran arrived.

“Neng, still like to feel pain not having miscarriage yesterday?” ask Grandma Yasmin who was sitting nearby.

“Alhamdulillah, no, Grandma! Why why?”

“His bleeding is done?”

“Udah!”

“Try ‘gituan’ again same husband?” ask her grandmother without further ado.

Zaara smiled stiffly with her eyes growing bigger. He knows that sometimes he is still afraid. This was her seventh day after her miscarriage bleeding ended. She has not had any contact with her husband. Arsene never asked for it either, so the girl felt fine.

“Be-yet, Grandma!” zaara replied hesitantly.

“Why? Scared, Neng Geulis?” asked Grandma Yasmin to stroke her granddaughter's broken hair.

Grandma Yasmin smiled with many wrinkles on her old face.

“You are the same pisan umi! In the past, you were the most afraid tea if you discussed the matter. Abi you're the one who likes to confide in Grandma. Yes grandma already know, even though her husband is silent and does not ask, but they still need. The man is his main need. They're just worried you're gonna get traumatized or sick again. That's why try to hide yourself. But when do you want to go?”

Zaara was stunned by her grandmother's words.

“Emang is both your business. If you're both on guard, it's okay. But, it is also not good for marriage if it is too long,” continued Grandma Yasmin.

“Iya Nek, I'll talk to Arsene.” Zaara just looked down.

Yasmin's grandmother smiled back at her grandson's hair.

The roar of a motorbike was heard outside. Zaara knew that voice. He hurried to take his veil and stepped out.

Arsene came right after Adzan isya reverberated. Wife approached.

“Sorry yes last night, it was jammed. I also pray first in the mosque that is on the side of the road.” Arsene put his helmet on the rearview mirror.

“It's okay! Not eating yet, right? We eat first yuk!” invite Zaara, both of them into the grandmother's house that feels lonely.

The sound of the chanting of the Holy Quran sounds incense from the room. It was Aunty Orange and Aunt Bunga who had not completed the tilawah after the prayer isya.

“You have prayed isya?” ask Arsene.

“But.”

Yasmin's grandmother was already in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her son and granddaughter.

“Yuk eat first, Sen!” take Grandma Yasmin after seeing Arsene's arrival that night.

“Still Grandma!” arsene said he was sitting his body in a chair.

Two women wearing hijab shirts emerged from the room. The orange and flower join Arsene and Zaara who are ready with their dinner plates. The whole thing had gathered, and enjoyed that simple warm dinner.

“Arsene, since when did you learn to make cakes?” ask Orange after they're done with dinner. Zaara helped her grandmother to wash the dishes.

“From the age of five,” answered Arsene thoughtfully.

“Great yes! So miss your Mommy. We used to meet when you were toddlers, before your family moved to Singapore.”

“Tante Orange is the filler of Mommy's study material right?” ask Arsene.

“Iya right! We both learned!”

“So Aunt now focus for healing?”

“Iya, although Aunt actually already miss a lot to study or participate in the study of other friends. But doctors have not allowed it to move much outside.”

Arsene nodded. Aunt Orange is very similar to her father-in-law who likes to fill various studies, although work affairs are no less busy.

“Hopefully Aunt can be healthy soon back.”

“Aamiin. Are you planning to postpone momongan after yesterday?” ask Orange his voice slowly, maybe deliberately so that Zaara does not hear.

Arsene bowed and smiled slightly.

“I don't know, Auntie! I want to make sure that Zaara's mentality is really ready. He hasn't talked about that yet,” bright Arsene looks sad.

“Ah, sorry yes! Aunty can only pray for you, may your marriage last until heaven, blessed with children who pray and pray that can be intercession in the hereafter!”

“Aamiin, thank you very much Auntie! May Aunt also always be given blessings and happiness!”

“Aamiin.”

The night is getting late. Yasmin's grandmother asked her grandson to stay the night, but since Arsene had to work and she also got a lot of orders for tomorrow, Zaara could not grant her grandmother's request.

The two finally decided to go home at 20:30. Befriending the light of the lights on the road and the night wind that blows slowly, both of them sauntered on the asphalt of the road that is no longer crowded.

Zaara tightened a hug on her husband's waist. Fortunately, Arsene had brought an extra jacket before picking up so Zaara did not feel too cold. The condition of the quiet road makes Arsene able to tighten the speed of the wheel, so as to quickly arrive at the apartment. After 30 minutes they arrived.

“Capek Darling?” asked Arsene when both of them had laid their bodies on the bed.

“I should have asked you. Go back and forth to pick me up. You're not tired?” zaara rubbed her husband's head.

“Not really!”

“Someone wants me to obrolin with you, dear Brother! Are you not yet sleepy?” ask Zaara doubtfully.

Arsene looked at his wife's face.

“What is it? I'm not yet sleepy!”

Zaara.

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