My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 136. Past Times

“Do you have a dark past?” arsene asked hesitantly that night.

Zaara looked up, looking at her husband's face.

“Why ask that?” ask Zaara suspiciously. His heart is not broken.

“I want to know. You see, we never talk about our own past,” said Arsene.

“Last time was dark? Hmm...” Zaara pensively.

“Did you ever get this story from umi or abi, or maybe mommy yet?” Zaara asked. Arsene stared at his wife's face.

The girl who was divorcing his hair took a breath.

“But I will be frank. I used to be nothing like this, I mean, it wasn't Zaara who closed her aura perfectly, it wasn't Zaara who was a loner, it wasn't Zaara who was diligent in her worship. I consider that time very dark for me. I was a popular student at Junior High when I didn't talk too much, a lot of friends and a lot of guys who liked me, even though I wasn't gubris. I look fashionable with clothes that are loose on the body. That makes abi and umi often angry with me. But I'm recalcitrant and it stays that way until 1st grade High School semester one. Although actually if you hang out with good and not strange temen.

“After the 2nd semester I decided to start hijrah, because I thought I was even more tired of the excitement of teenagers out there. Temen Deketku was the only one pregnant out of wedlock and she ended up dropping out of school. From there I thought I had to change, had to be closer to God and had to obey said umi and abi. I don't want to be rich. That's why since then I've turned out to be fierce as all men. From then on I often get bullied from class because they see my drastic change.”

Arsene was stunned at his wife's past story. He had indeed heard that from his mother-in-law, that the former Zaara was not like this.

“You ever dated?” ask Arsene. He had never asked this question before to his wife because it was not important for the time being.

“I was lucky because I never knew his name dating even though I had fallen in love with someone,” replied Zaara smiling

“Who was your first love?” ask Arsene to investigate. Heart's pounding.

“You know not yes?” Zaara rolled her eyeballs, while holding back her smile.

“Who? Do I know you?!” Arsene is impatient.

Zaara scrunched her eyes until she did not see her husband, “Mas Raffa!” he said he bit his lower lip.

Arsene's eyes widened, in disbelief.

“But I can't believe he's my first love. I just like it a long time ago, because we often meet and talk often. She is also a classmate at school. But after I changed, I was limiting myself. That feeling is gone.”

“He knows if you used to like?” ask Arsene.

Zaara nodded, reaching for her husband's hand.

Arsene so know the reason why Raffa had become his arch-rival yesterday.

"Your own, who's your first love?" ask Zaara to know.

Arsene smiled broadly.

"That's not to be asked!" arsene's reply made Zaara snort miserably.

"cheated. Must be hiding something!"

Arsene pinched Zaara's little nose, "my first love is you, Zaara Sayaaaang!"

"Tomorrow?! I don't believe ah!"

"That's mommy's question!"

"Mommy often tells stories about our toddlerhood. Mommy used to say your name and Umi's, even though I didn't know you at all. Maybe mommy always miss umi times yes, so often the story. At that time I had a desire, he said if there were two toddlers who used to be friends and then they were funny friends, right? And somehow my heart hopes that after the horror of the story mommy," continued Arsene. "Especially after we met at your house the first time, when I sent you a cake, from there my feelings got bigger for you."

Zaara laughed at her husband's story. There was a red color swept across his cheek.

"And first love doesn't always have to be from our small fitting, right? I really like someone who is just like you. I've never felt so rich before" Arsene continued to make Zaara blushing.

"Well, that's why I'm not sure that Mas Raffa was my first love." Zaara plays the end of her hair.

"But he likes you too. Your love is reciprocated, meaning it's your first love!"

"Huffs. I don't want to know ah! I don't want to suck anymore."

"Why did you do it with Raffa?" ask Arsene curiously.

"Aging ever, when I still haven't migrated and he just entered college, continue to be rich ngedate that but we are still plain so ordinary."

"Abi and Umi know you two left?!"

"No. Because we made an appointment at school right home. I just bought a book at that time, he's anther, not long after it's home."

"What's okay? Don't tell me to ride a motorcycle together?!" guess Arsene.

"No, we took the public bus! Why go on a bike, get jealous?!" Zaara teases.

"No, it's ordinary! It's your past, we!" Arsene. "Luckier I mean, you've been piggybacked on me before marriage." Arsene laughed proudly.

Zaara blushed to remember the events of that night, despite her feelings at that time being scared and frightened. But because after that Arsene took him home, he felt pounding.

"Yes, I was really excited at that time. But I was afraid because it was so late that I had to come with you. How can you find me there?"

"That's me intentionally following you from behind. I don't feel good seeing you go home by yourself. It seems to be feeling I really. It's great for me!" Arsene was proud.

“Y... So that's my past, which I think is dark because I haven't changed!” said Zaara.

“You alone? I never got a story from mommy,” Zaara asked back, hoping her husband could be frank about something that made her curious since last afternoon.

Arsene took a breath and started talking.

“My past... Where did the story come from?” Arsene scratched his head.

“Where can I. I'm listening to everything.”

Arsene breathed.

“I live in an exclusive environment, I mean, not a common environment like we now meet. When I was a kid, Mommy sent me to a special needs school because I still had trouble walking. I've studied in public elementary school before but not for long. My legs are limping, a lot of other kids bully me. That's why mommy moved me. That's I still crave.

“Until I finally went to school at the children's cooking academy, my legs were completely healed. From there my confidence and strength grew. It turns out that the bullyan for me is not over because people look me one eye, assume that cooking is only suitable for women. But I don't care what people say. I feel, cooking can heal my wounded heart especially when making cakes, I like to eat sweet that can improve the mood. So from there I really like making cakes.”

Zaara looked at her husband with glittering eyes. Didn't expect Arsene's childhood to be that heavy.

“Everything went normal after I graduated cooking academy until I was in High School. Everyone and my friends back flattered me. I am popular, yes, very popular wherever I am. They were always proud of me being smart, handsome, and friendly. I feel like my life is perfect. Until the end, one point I feel bored. I am tired of hearing their adulation. I shut myself up and thought how I could avoid all those who admired me.”

Arsene paused for a moment, then took another breath.

“That time I thought short. I think that this way can keep me away from people, especially girls who are after me. At that time I had a friend, who could be considered a friend. She's a girl, Liza's name. We are desperate because he is also Indonesian. We are familiar, often learn together, eat together, even vent.”

Zaara is getting tense hearing Arsene's story this time.

“Until finally came the silly idea back then. I asked him to pretend to be my girlfriend because I couldn't live quietly with all the terror messages that were coming into my phone every day. Not only girls, even guys are there!” Arsene poked his shoulders, trembling.

“I said it's the same mommy and daddy. They took issue with this and told me to hurry up, but I was wayward and still so because it was effective. So Liza ended up acting like she was my boyfriend during school or public places. At that time my faith was still nothing, even though mommy often did not study at home. So I assume this is normal, anyway I'm just pretending.”

“So what do you do in school?” ask Zaara curiously.

“Ya.. we do what is natural for couples who are dating.”

“How's it?!”

“Kayak for example, handrails while walking, or together at a certain time just to make them sure that I already have a boyfriend. And it managed to reduce the number of my admirers in school. The messages that went to my number were also drastically reduced. Still there but they scorned me.”

“Terus?” ask Zaara.

“But it turned out to be a boomerang for me. Liza instead became infatuated with me after successfully pretending to be my girlfriend for one semester during 2nd grade. Sometimes he does things he shouldn't do when I don't need him. He terrorized me constantly when I began to realize, even threatened to kill myself if at that time I did not come to his house.”

Arsene stopped the story. His eyes seem to shake. While Zaara held her breath, her ears were hot hearing this.

Arsene breathed out a huff.

“That night I came to his house. I was shocked to death, because he asked for something that never crossed my mind at all. He was almost ...,” Arsene's sentence was cut off, as if his tongue had suddenly frozen. His eyes stiffened.

“Almost what, Brother?” zaara.

“Almost ... willingly submit .. her honor!”

“Astaghfirullahaladzim! Abaaang!” Zaara shouted, covering her mouth in disbelief.

Zaara's heart rattled to hear that. His ears are like closing automatically because they cannot hear the next story. Arsene hugged his wife's trembling body. The story is not finished.

“But I was still able to escape back then. He's crazy, totally crazy! So daddy hastily moved me to Indonesia after that. I changed the number and blocked all accesses related to him.”

“Yes Allah, Abaaang!”

“This I must tell you. Last afternoon he called, he said he wanted to come see me. I don't know if this is serious or not. He knows my new number from Kirei, because the boy doesn't know anything. Kirei said Liza is in Indonesia now. Obviously, I want you to believe me. Although the chances of meeting him are very small, we do not know what will happen. I want you to be a shield that can take care of me when I'm off guard. You can't do it?” Arsene held tightly onto his wife's shoulder and stared intently.

“Yesterday you were amazing to find me at Astria's place. I asked for help this time, because I didn't know what Liza was going to do. She's a crazy girl. I hope he has changed. I'll try to maybe take care of myself, but I need you by my side who can be a suit of armor and a shield at once. Because a strong man is also always a strong woman behind him. You can be that, right, baby?”

Zaara breathed. Why could her husband be involved in such a complicated thing? If Astria's problem was still related to her yesterday, then what about Liza whom she didn't know at all? She only prayed to God, begging deeply to keep her husband out of nothing. Zaara believes the power of a wife's prayer for her husband is more than anything, though she will also try to help her husband.

Zaara nodded confidently, hoping that nothing strange would happen to them. They are just young people who have not lived too long, severe problems should not occur when they always do good to others. Moreover, all this time they live in a good environment surrounded by people who obey Him.

"I realize, one of my strengths that sometimes becomes my weakness is my friendly attitude to everyone. Sometimes it makes people misunderstand, especially for girls. That's why after meeting you for the first time, how can you even be fierce with me? That's where I'm interested in you." Arsene smiled a little.

Zaara pulled her husband's chin, she wanted Arsene to look at her.

"I'll try to help, brother! I believe you!"

Arsene was tightly embracing his wife's body. He realized that he must have made his wife's heart become anxious many times. Now he wanted to calm her down with his warm embrace.

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