My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 125. Surprise

In the morning Arsene asked Zaara to remain silent in the villa, while he went somewhere. Arsene left with Mang Ujang, the guardian of his grandfather's villa. The morning air is very cold. The location of the villa located at the foot of the mountain makes the morning scenery very beautiful. Even the fog was still visible at dawn.

Zaara sipped her hot jasmine tea while sitting on a chair facing the mountain. The sky looks clean with a sweep of thin clouds like cotton. Behind the top of the mountain that is visible from its place, there is a bright sunlight welcoming the day. It feels very soothing to the eyes and heart. Calm even though the birds chirp each other and sing. He doesn't know what else Arsene will do today.

Suddenly a motorbike entered the villa. Arsene came with Mang Ujang who drove him. The man was carrying a few bags of crackles in his hand. Zaara. Smiling at his wife, Arsene got off the bike.

“From market?” ask Zaara to guess. She took the bag of crackles her husband had brought.

“Iya, later we make barbeque-an malem-malem with Mang Ujang and his family.”

Zaara peeked inside the bag. There are cuts of chicken, beef, young corn, and cassava. There are peanuts there too.

“Yes Allah, so much!”

Arsene gave crackles containing corn, cassava, and peanuts to Mang Ujang. While the bag containing chicken, beef, and onion remains held by Zaara.

“Still Yes Mang! Later abis maghrib we burn here!” arsene said to the moustached middle-aged man.

“Muhun, The! Excuse me first!”

Mang Ujang said goodbye to his house which was behind the villa. Arsene closed the gate and walked inside.

“I think you want to see the sunrise at the top of the mountain,” said Zaara put the meat on the kitchen table.

“Gak! If you want to see the sunrise must leave from 3 o'clock. The journey to the top is far because, not to mention the mountain terrain here is steep, I can not afford the wealth. Moreover, the doctor said I can not be tired!”

Arsene washed the meat and began seasoning it with paprika powder, salt, pepper, coriander, and other spices, so that the seasoning soaked when it would be burned later.

“Lagian sunrise I already in front of my face, so I've seen every time I wake up!” Arsene looked at his wife who was smearing jam on the bread.

“Uuh, start dreadlocks!”

“But like it?!”

Zaara laughing.

“Eat this first huh? Later I cook the ingredients,” said Zaara preparing toast for herself and Arsene.

“OK!”

Zaara was cooking for their lunch in the kitchen. Arsene doesn't know what else he's doing, because he's not there. Zaara thought her husband was sleeping. So the girl focused on her cooking today.

A hug felt from behind made Zaara instantly soar in shock.

“Yes Allah, Brother kagetin only anyway!”

“Hehe, kangen!” he said he put his chin on his wife's shoulder.

“Wait for this to be done soon. Beware of things, I want to fry sambal!”

“Yes I've been waiting!”

Arsene sat on the dining table chair, folded his hands and looked at his wife. He smiled and closed his eyes. Zaara shook her head to see her husband sleeping there. She shook her hands in front of her husband's face, but there was no movement. It looks like Arsene is really asleep.

“Abang... wake up, here the food is ready!” said Zaara softly.

While on the table, Zaara has put some pieces of fried chicken, fried tofu, boiled and raw vegetables, as well as uleg-tiered sambal. The dish is typical Sundanese. Just one less, sour vegetable.

Her husband's tapered cheeks were pierced gently with Zaara's fingertips. But Arsene was unmoved, making Zaara remember yesterday. He finally decided to kiss her right on his lips. As a result, Arsene's eyelids moved and opened slowly. Zaara giggles.

“You pretended to sleep huh?” Zaara Goda.

“Hah?” Arsene tried to lift his heavy eyes.

“Mode aja!”

“Gak knows!”

“Euh! Let's eat, I'm laper!”

Arsene nodded weakly, and tried to refresh his eyes.

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The night after Maghrib, a bonfire was lit in the villa grounds. Some children and teenagers had gathered there while burning corn and cassava that had been cleaned. A woman in her 40s was preparing dishes. Mang Ujang has made bandrek drinks that are often made. Arsene and Zaara brought a container of meat that had been seasoned since morning and joined the family.

A special fireplace for burning meat has been prepared. Arsene burned the meat while chatting with Mang Ujang who helped him. While Zaara and Bu Minah arrange dishes containing boiled beans, baked cassava, and roasted corn that has been cooked.

“Usia Neng how many years?” tanya Bu Minah, Mang Ujang's wife.

“Mau 21 years Bu!”

“Eleeuuh ngora keneh geningan (Waduh, still young as it turns). But da katingali anyway (But looks anyway). Neng married young?”

“Muhun (yes) Mom!”

“Aduh ni recipe (Duh happy). Mother of marriage with Mang Ujang tea was over 30 years old so her son was still in childhood. Did you mention Neng?” ask Ms. Minah.

“But Bu!”

“Oh yes, relax we Neng. This young man mah. The important thing is that the sustenance is not rejected.”

“Muhun Bu!” zaara smiled. He remembered yesterday afternoon. Spending time with her husband to make love. On one hand he felt happy, on the other hand his anxiety reappeared. Now he just resigned. If God wants to leave Arsene's seed in his womb again, he has to be really strong.

The meat is perfectly cooked. The two men took him on a mat that had been held on the grass. Accompanied by a bonfire, a sense of warmth spread to the body.

“Yuk we eat first!” arsene said to the children who had been flipping corn.

There were four kids there. One toddler, two 7-year-olds, and the biggest one like Kirei. Arsene embraced the only boy there to sit next to him.

“This Mang Ujang child is twins huh?” asked Arsene to take her dinner plate.

“Iya Den! Boy girl twins!”

“Waah...masya Allah!” Arsene.

“Eat a lot yes, let the spit high! What's name?” arsene asked the boy with the plontos' head.

“Fici, A!”

“Fikri, it's big want to be what?”

“So army!”

“Great war!”

They all ate the dinner that night, it was delicious. Moreover, the atmosphere looked familiar and warm. Mang Ujang is typical of people who are friendly and easy to blend, so it is very clop with Arsene. Likewise with the very motherly Bu Minah. Canda and laughter followed that night, although they sometimes used Sundanese, which Arsene misunderstood.

“Bu, Aa-na ni kitu casep (Such handsome brother)!” whispered Mang Ujang's eldest daughter to her mother.

“Iya atuh. Tuh tetehna geulis, fit pisan kan (Iya dong, his older sister is also beautiful. Fits really well)?”

“Muhun, abi ge hoyong (Yes, I want to too)!”

“Eh you are a leutik keneh slave atuh (You are still small dong)!”

“Hehehe...” the boy is grinning. Zaara who heard the conversation let out a small laugh.

Arsene invites Fikri to talk while they finish their meal. They look familiar and their chatter is very relaxed.  Mang Ujang and his wife smiled at the familiarity of one of his children with the grandson of the villa owner they were guarding. Zaara, who was sitting next to Arsene, stared at him. Seeing the familiarity of Arsene and the little boy, his heart became filled. Recall that he lost his son. Suddenly the toddler Bu Minah approached Zaara. He brought the nuts he held and handed them to the girl.

“Eh?” Zaara raised her hand. “Still...,” says Zaara vibrates.

“How much is Bu?” ask Zaara.

“Still 2 years, Neng! It also just got to go.”

“Waah..” Zaara's eyes sparkle and sparkle.

Arsene looked at his wife with a bitter smile.

The warm night had ended, especially the youngest son Mang Ujang could not be conditioned because the night was also late. Mang Ujang cleaned the fireplace helped by his children who brought back their containers to his house. Arsene and Zaara return to the villa.

“I take a shower first huh? The smell of smoke! You shower in this room only, I'm in the bathroom outside!” arsene.

“OK deh!”

Tumben once, usually Arsene will ask for a bath together. The man took his clothes and equipment out of the room. Zaara is getting ready to take a shower.

A pink paper was lying on the bed. Since when was it there? Zaara wonders. He opened it immediately.

You wanna play with me now? If so, open the closet. If not, maybe I am in another quiet and cold place without light waiting for you. I'll give you five minutes.

Arsene

Zaara rolled her eyeballs. What would her husband do on nights like this? Should he be in his game? The time to decide is only five minutes.

Zaara walked towards the white closet and opened it. Forced she would follow the game of her husband, who had no idea what his goal was. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, remembering the return of her husband some time ago which also made her anxious. There is a big box right at the bottom of the closet. There was another pink paper on it.

Open the box and wear it. Get out of the room, and climb the stairs to the second floor. There's another lead in there.

“Yes Allah, Arsene what are you doing?!” zaara protested to herself. That made him even more tense.

Zaara opened the white box that felt heavy. There is a pair of gorgeous flatshoes and a graceful shari'a dress with pale pink colored tiles a set with matching khimarannya. Zaara's heart was shocked to find those things. Is Arsene preparing for him? But when? He never saw it. It was just that his heart felt moved.

"It's so good!" he said he was stunned by the dress that looked luxurious. When did Arsene buy it? He never knew it.

Zaara wearing the shari's dress was complete with khimar dangling her and flatshoes with pretty floral embellishments on them. Everything fits perfectly in her slim and tall body. She put a little makeup on her face and sprayed the perfume on her dress. He breathed and started to come out of the room. He looked at the entire room of the villa, it felt quiet and silent. Where is her husband? The girl lifted her skirt as she climbed the stairs. There was another piece of paper lying on one of the stairs.

Continue your steps up, into the corner room. Am I there? We’ll see:)

Zaara was getting impatient. Slowly and carefully he stepped onto the second floor and rushed towards the door of the corner room. He knocked on the door.

“Abang Darling..!” call him while opening the door handle slowly.

But there was no one in the room whose light was on. Instead, there is a bouquet of white roses on top of the mattress along with other folds of paper.

“Abang where the hell is it?!” Zaara started to get anxious and grabbed the paper.

Don't be tired yet! Take these flowers down with you. Then, light a candle at the back door, bring the candle up to the pool. And look what happened :)

Zaara immediately picked up the flower and descended back to the first floor with careful steps due to her long dress.

Until he got behind the door to the backyard, he grabbed a small lavender-scented candle and lit it with a lighter that was also lying there.

The back door opened, bringing in the cold and the night wind. Zaara set her foot on the porch. The atmosphere of the backyard was so dark and silent. She was not sure if her husband was there. An anxious and frightened aura greeted the girl. He tried to keep the candle lit and put it on the surface of the rectangular swimming pool, so that the candle floated on it. The dark atmosphere suddenly changed. Zaara was startled with a powerful sound. The small lights in the garden instantly lit up, beautifully strung together on low branches and small plants. Beautiful flickering. Zaara was stunned by the sight before her. Since when did Arsene prepare all this?

There is even a lamp with a circuit forming the letter I ❤ U, Zaara increasingly blushed just made. She was stunned, spreading her gaze to look for her husband who she had not seen.

Someone cleared his throat behind Zaara's body, making himself flinch.

“Astaghfirullah,” Zaara aghast.

“Sorry yes, I ngagetin you.” Arsene came from behind him. The man looked handsome with his black tuxedo. They're like newlyweds.

“Why do you make rich gini? Make deg-degan aja!” zaara's protest hit her husband's arm softly.

“I just want a surprise for you, baby! There is still one more gift for you!” arsene smiled broadly.

“God's Passion! What's again? I rarely love anything with you.”

“Who said?” kerling's flirty. “This time you have to pay me!”

Zaara pursed her lips. She hit her husband's arm again.

“Yuk!” Arsene thrust his arm, so that Zaara could hold him.

“Where?”

“Tuh, to the small pavilion!”

Zaara held her husband's arm and walked along stepping on the green grass. Little lights accompanied the two. Although it felt silent but they felt the warmth of the soul. Zaara smiled broadly as she lifted her robe with one hand. It's like Cinderella going to a midnight dance. The difference is, he will be able to be with his prince without worrying that the clock will ring to stop his time.

Arsene pointed to a sky decorated with stars and a moon perfectly round in the darkness of night. It was beautiful and felt close.

Finally their feet stepped on the floor of a circular pavilion decorated with a wood-carved iron fence. Pink flowering vines decorate there. The Pavilion was not very large. There's a little round table over there. On it was a small box-shaped box.

“Take aja, it's for you!” arsene smiled.

“Truth?”

“Iya!” Arsene took it and gave it to his wife.

Zaara opened the lid. His eyes glittered to find something glittering there. He did not expect it at all.

“Such beauty, Brother. But what does it mean?” zaara asked not understanding why Arsene gave her a sparkling jewel ring.

“You are very valuable to me. I just want to give this to make amends for me, even though this is not really worth what I did.”

Zaara. Arsene should not have given this to him, because he had forgiven him sincerely in his heart.

“I use ya?” arsene Pinta.

Zaara nodded.

Arsene put the ring on the middle finger of his wife's right hand, bearing the wedding ring he had given the girl.

“Thank you very much, Brother Darling! I love you!” Zaara hugged her husband's body.

“I also love dear very dear you!” Arsene tightened that hug.

Arsene clenched his wife's forehead. Having been implanted in his heart, he promised not to waste the girl in front of him.

“You are so beautiful, like my gift?” arsene cupped his wife's cheek.

“Uhuh!” said Zaara whose lips were rounded because Arsene's hand pressed against her cheek.

“Happy really! Gemeees!” Arsene devoured his wife's little lips.

“What is this doing?!” ask Arsene.

“Ke room?” ask Zaara doubtfully.

“Miss!” sergeant Arsene raised his own chin, a small tickle.

“Continue where?” Zaara.

“Battle pool!”

“Dingiiiin Abaaang!” zaara's protest hit her husband's chest softly.

Arsene laughing.

“Ya already if so in the TV room aja.” Arsene gave me an idea.

“Ngapain? Watch?” ask Zaara.

“Now!”

“Lha continues?”

“Bikin kids, wkwk!”

Zaara pinched her husband's nose. Arsene smiled broadly with his trademark sweet smile. Zaara tiptoed slightly to grab her husband's lips.

"We're staying up?" arsene asked after replying to his wife's sweet treatment.

Zaara's face blushed blushing under the bright lights of the pavilion.

"Mmh, mmm...."

"Here first! I wanna spend my time with you under the moon light (I want to spend time with you in the moonlight)!"

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