My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 124. Outpouring

Zaara had just finished cooking the lunch menu. That afternoon, Zaara made a menu of beef rib soup and tempe mendoan. The smell of pepper and onion is smelled throughout the apartment room that is not too spacious. Zaara opened the window so that the cooking smoke could soon be replaced with fresh air.

Adhan dzuhur already reverberated, she decided to pray immediately before her husband came for lunch. The sound of knocking on the door rang out, after he folded his face. Zaara walked towards the main door.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Arsene when the door was open for him.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Zaara smiling.

“Am I late?”

“Nope. I just finished praying. You have prayed?” asked Zaara to let her husband in.

“Udah in mosque clinic. This is for you!” Arsene thrusts out a plastic containing fruits.

“Makasih Abang Darling!” Zaara took the bag and put it directly in the refrigerator. He'll clean it up later.

Arsene went to the bathroom to wash her hands and feet. While Zaara arranged the lunch menu at the dining table.

“What are you cooking, honey?” asked Arsene wiping her hands with a tissue.

“Sup ribs cow same tempe mendoan.”

“Hmm…. It’s sound delicious!”

“Ya... try it yourself Chef Arsene!”

“Oke Chef Zaara!”

Zaara smiled at the chef's call from her husband.

White smoke billowed gently into the air, as Zaara poured the hot soup into a white bowl. He put rice and sowed fried onions on it. Arsene looked at him impatiently, his salivation constantly being produced. Especially seeing tempe mendoan that looks appetizing with sambal cocol soy sauce and raw cayenne pepper. He loved the food made by his wife.

“Bismillah..” Arsene corrects the position of his spoon. He felt first the soup sauce that looks clear but full of broth and seasoning. The salty and savory taste is right, the broth of the cow is very pronounced. The level of maturity of vegetables and rib meat is right. Delicious.

This time he tasted tempe mendoan, chocolates it with sambal, very feels suitable. Zaara looked at him questioningly.

“Where?” she always asked for her husband's opinion.

“Don't ask, I like it! I ate ya!” arsene replied, starting to eat it with white rice.

Zaara smiled showing her teeth. She was happy when her husband praised her cooking. They enjoyed lunch together in the apartment.

Arsene sat on the couch and turned on the television. While Zaara had finished washing the dishes for their lunch.

“You were the afternoon of the division meeting?” ask Zaara.

“Should have been, but that kadiv akhwatnya could not, so delay first!”

Zaara sat next to her husband.

“So I learned personal branding with Bang Lunar. You don't mind me going to exist in medsos?” ask Arsene.

“Neg. The important thing is that you don't be narcissistic. Narcissists and different exist! If you exist in social media for the store is okay, but if you caper and narcissistic display your photos, I do not like!” answer Zaara honestly.

Arsene chuckled at his wife's answer.

“Iya Darling, if I wanted narcissistic I would definitely take you in my photo!”

Zaara just glared. She did not like if her husband posted photos, followers of her husband's account was a lot because it did have many friends, from Singapore to Sydney. It is natural that the girl tried to warn her husband so that he was not famous.

Arsene also understands the anxiety of Zaara. He will try to keep his heart from repeating his mistakes again.

“You want to go for a walk?” arsene looked at Zaara's face.

“Where? You're not back in the store?”

“Not rich, I want to work here. Want a mid-month evaluation while making plans.”

“Ooh..”.

“We have that holiday. We're going to college for a long time. Second honeymoon, maybe!” Arsene took the initiative, after what happened he wanted to improve their relationship even more closely.

“Where? I'm lazy if far away.”

“Beach? The mountain? Which do you prefer?”

“I like the cold. If the beach is hot and we've had a honeymoon at Bondi Beach, if the mountain I like but I'm not adventurous, so do not want to climb it.”

“Hmm... can! I'll find a reference first, right? Or you can also find holiday references,” said Arsene.

Zaara concluded her lips.

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The air feels cool. The scent of lavender emanating from an aromatherapy candle softly smelled to calm the mood. What a beautiful morning. A small, traditional two-story villa with semi-wood floors stands surrounded by pine forest and flower gardens. The villa belongs to Opa Gunawan which is located in the mountain area in one of the areas in West Java. The wooden villa was usually a stopover for Opa Gunawan and Oma Bella from the moment of frenzy of their business affairs.

Arsene and Zaara put their bags and luggage in a room that was quite spacious compared to the other rooms on the first floor. This villa is often visited by his grandfather and well maintained by one of his waiters. Even the refrigerator and pantry were filled with food when Opa Gunawan instructed his village waiter because his grandson would visit for a vacation for three days or five days.

Arsene laid her body on a soft king-sized mattress. His body felt tired from driving and had been stuck in traffic on the highway. While Zaara tidied her luggage into the closet, Arsene was closed in the morning by noon.

“Abang, Abang...” Zaara patted the small cheeks of her husband who was sound asleep during the day, while adzan dzuhur was already reverberating. Arsene had been asleep for two hours.

“Mmh..”

“You sleep until what time? Pray with yuk!” said Zaara softly.

Arsene hugged his wife into his arms, making the girl unable to move.

“Bentaaaar again yes,” he said without opening his eyes still continue to hug his wife.

“Hmm,” Zaara flinching. She just played her finger on her husband's face, then kissed his lips softly.

Arsene's eyes immediately opened to a small kiss. Zaara chuckles.

“Kok know the key wakein me?”

“Gemes!” answer Zaara.

“Can't wait ya?” Arsene squinted his eyes.

“Can't wait what the hell?” zaara asked not to understand.

“Ah pretend not to know!”

“Cayo pray first!”

“Terus?” ask Arsene.

“Keep what?” Zaara asked back.

Arsene was upset. It seemed that he could no longer hold back his desire. For a month he tried to be patient and wait, worried that his wife was still afraid. The atmosphere here certainly made him unable to survive.

Zaara giggled at the face of her husband who harbored a sense of annoyance. He just wanted to tease her. The man stepped up and put his foot in the bathroom for ablution. Zaara followed him later.

The afternoon was calm. Desirants of leaves swaying accompany. Arsene sat on a large stage chair on the terrace overlooking the backyard. Flower gardens dotted there. There is also a small swimming pool that is clean and clear. Will they swim there? Arsene doesn't know yet, though he has asked the villa's waiter to come only if he asks for it. Arsene did not want anyone else to come suddenly when his wife was opening her aura. So taking Zaara for a swim has not been her wish at this time. A long box was held by him at that moment. The box belonged to his mother, containing question cards for married couples. It looks dull, but it can still be read.

Zaara put a plate of warm fried bananas with a glass of hot bandrek.

“What is it?” zaara asked after she placed herself next to her husband. Look at a box Arsene is holding.

“This?” Arsene showed me the box.

Zaara nodded.

“Magic Box Knows Love!”

“Wow!”

“Which one would you like to choose? We play this.”

“Whose way?” ask Zaara.

“Mommy's got. I pinjem this.”

Zaara noticed the contents and titles of the cards. There is a titled Falling in Love (Again), 30 Closer Questions, and a Love Map Card. Zaara points to a collection of cards titled Falling in Love (Again). Arsene smiled, he wanted to pick that from the start.

“Why choose this?” ask Arsene to know.

“Entah, I feel..”.

“Udah don't love me?” Arsene.

“Not, not like that. I just want that love to grow higher after we went through the hard times yesterday.”

Arsene sighed, relieved. Same answer.

“One person first solve all his questions!” arsene.

“By ask back?” ask Zaara.

“Hmm... You can! You first!” arsene exclaimed, while waiting for Zaara, he took a fried banana and devoured it.

Zaara picked up a magenta coloured card, and began to recite it. He's cleared his throat.

“From everyone in the world, who do you want to have dinner with?” said Zaara.

“You are!” arsene answered quickly. “Not to be asked, you definitely know the answer.”

“OK!” Zaara smiles.

“Do you want to be famous? If so, what is it famous for?”

Arsene thought for a moment while sipping his bandrek.

“Hmm... famous as a good person who can make his family happy.”

“Very nice! Continue yes... If we have to move from the city we live in now, you want us to live where?”

“Entahlah. I love Bandung City and its hustle and bustle. It's hard to move out of this city. But if I had to answer, I would probably choose Yogyakarta,” replied Arsene.

“Emang ever been there?”

“Not yet. Haha! But the wealth is very comfortable if you live there.”

Zaara laughed, because she didn't know.

“Next, what makes one day feel perfect for you?”

“Can see your face smiling,” replied Arsene making the hue of Zaara's face blushing. “And if you remember yesterday, I can't forgive myself. I'm sorry I fucked you!”

Zaara immediately hugged her husband who often said that.

“Sst, you can't say that anymore! Promise yes?”

Arsene bowed, nodding.

“Again, there are many more!” said Zaara. “Tell me the funniest thing you ever experienced when you were a kid!”

Arsene held his chin. “What yes?”

Arsene's eyes grew. “When Kirei was a baby, what a shame I was!”

“Emang why?” Zaara.

“But just showered Kirei, I'm carrying right? And he hasn't dressed. He knows he's even a pup in my shirt! Messy, that vow is so disgust!” arsene's story is enthusiastic.

Zaara laughed. She could imagine her husband's expression.

“What age are you?”

“9 years what 10 years yes? You see Kirei is still 2 years.”

“It wasn't a funny event dong, it was a disgusting event, haha!” sahut Zaara's.

“But the proof is that you laugh, it means funny right?”

“Ya is up to you!” said Zaara.

Zaara took another card.

“Speak 3 things you and your partner both have!”

“What do you think?” ask Arsene.

“Yee, you answered first!”

“I want to ask your opinion first!” sergeant Arsene.

Zaara so rolled her eyeballs, glancing upwards.

“Me and you both have the same dream. The same vision. The same principle of life. That made us fit and finally decided to get married young. But you are more ambitious and visionary, whereas I tend to be relaxed and like the same things that already exist. You like challenges and I prefer what makes me comfortable. You are careful and calculating while I am still learning to be rich.”

Arsene smiled holding Zaara's hand and pulled her down on her lap.

“I love it when you sit here. Feel closer and your position is higher, so I can raise my face. I always felt you were better than me, so I always needed you.”

Zaara's heart suddenly thumped many times over. His blood flow trembled throughout his body.

“We both have the same love, hope, and desire to improve what has happened. I thank you so much for giving me a chance. I don't know what it's like if you're missing out on my life. Even up to this moment, I still continued to regret myself, hoping that there was a time machine that could get me there. But time never goes backwards, I will try to make you and our family happy.”

Arsene looked at Zaara with a faint and shady gaze getting closer and closer.

Zaara quickly picked up one more card as her husband was about to kiss her.

“What is it in your life that makes you feel most grateful?” zaara said quickly, her heart pounding.

“Having you as my wife is the greatest thing for me. And I always hope, that you’ll be mine forever (Having you as a wife is the best thing for me. And I always hope, you're always mine forever!” Arsene closed the answer with a warm kiss on his wife's lips. The kiss was soft-haired. The softer and deeper, to channel the warm feeling that makes the heart pounding more unbecoming. Arsene further tightened the embrace on Zaara's waist. As the hot air approached, the kiss grew wild and they could barely control themselves.

Arsene's hands were already moving, unbuttoning his wife's clothes one by one. He began to land his lips on Zaara's white neck, leaving behind some reddish signs of love.

“Abang...,” Zaara tried to stop her wild husband. Breath gasping. But Arsene is still busy taking things off and whether he hears his wife's call or not, he stays focused.

“Abang..!” Zaara cupped her husband's cheek and was forced to make him stop.

“Why?” arsene asked with her eyes. His neck is seen downing his saliva.

“Don't be here, I'm shy!” said Zaara covering her body with clothes that have not been released.

“Mmh.

Arsene held the body of Zaara who was still in front of him like he was holding a small child. The man was still continuing his activities while walking towards the main room, no matter the steps were correct or not. He did not take off his clothes at all. The two continued the struggle on the spacious bed. Knitting the thread of love and love, hoping that what was once released can now be bound again, stronger and tighter. Putting trust in each other and taking off all the burdens, the two drown in a sea of romance that has long not waded together. Hoping that the storms of life that will be present can be conquered so that the ship will continue to sail without any more fear.

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