My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 144. Piqued

Arsene devoured his breakfast with no taste that morning. The man just played his spoon, bribed the rice a little then chewed it lazily. On the contrary, Zaara was getting more and more ravenous. Looking at the behavior of the husband in front of her, Zaara asked.

“Why? Not good with my cooking?” ask Zaara.

“No, no longer hungry,” replied Arsene. He was not in the mood to eat that simple menu. His tongue wanted something else.

“Do not know why I want to eat gudeg,” said Arsene suddenly.

“Gudeg Jogja? Have you ever eaten that?” ask Zaara in shock.

“Entertainment. When Kang Satrio just returned from his village, he brought it.”

“That's been a long time!” exciting Zaara.

“Yes why would you like to do more.”

“I couldn't make it yet. If you want to find, if I have something to sell on our school deck first. But do not know what it feels like,” Zaara told while spending breakfast.

“Can I buy?” asked Arsene sparkling.

“Buy aja. You will be curious!”

“Yess, I'll be home from college and stop by!” exclaim Arsene cheerfully.

Zaara smiled at her husband who was trying to finish his breakfast.

Arsene's lectures were solid, although he often took his absentee quota for permission to control his shop when crowded, only it still could not be more than 3 times the permit. He wants to catch up in semester 3, as well as follow several courses in semester 5.

That afternoon, Arsene went to the mosque with Adit, his closest friend. Training of aids, motivation, and da'wah for new students will be held this weekend. Many new students have signed up for the annual study routine. LDK will organize it in the campus hall building which is quite spacious.

Arsene sat himself on a terrace where the place had always been his favorite all along. His head was throbbing that afternoon because he had not had lunch. The man had suddenly galloped towards the ikhwan toilet, holding his mouth with his hands.

There was a tornado in his stomach that made Arsene vomit. But there was no food left from his vomit. He shuddered after, cleaning his mouth. Looks like the stomach acid came back this afternoon. His stomach still feels nauseous. he so increasingly does not want to put anything in his mouth. The man immediately returned to sit on the porch, took his stomach acid reliever from the bag and chewed it to relieve his nausea.

“Lu why Sen?” tanya Adit sat next to her classmate.

“Mual! Stomach acid relapses richly!” he answered while taking the bottle.

“Many thoughts you mah, think what the hell?” ask Adit to know.

“Do not know, haha! The store also has no problems so far.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mirning wife?!” guess Adit.

Arsene looked at his best friend. Think briefly.

“Entah. I am also very good with Zaara. Except...”

“Except what?”

“Yes there is, yesterday sepet misunderstood little, but it's too late. Is it because Zaara is getting cuey with me huh?” thought Arsene.

“Zaara tube?” ask Adit not to believe.

Arsene pressed his shoulder. “He feels more irritable when talking to me. Not rich first. Is it because she missed the trauma of pregnancy?” Arsene rubbed his chin.

“Emang Zaara pregnant?!”

“No way! He's just that different. Attention is attention, but somehow feel different just innannya.”

“Ah feeling you aja that time mah!”

“Iya times yes, I'm the only one who is sensitive.”

“How to? Ready for the material filler?” tanya Adit as the head of the event this time.

“Aalhamdulillah's. They have prepared material in accordance with TOR (term of references) that we have made. Stay sure multimedia show only to the mulmed team, because Ustadz Rifki asked to make a video about the visualization of campus preaching.”

“Ooh, so when is the show deadline?”

“Besok.”

“Sip. Ntar you definitely yes, so if there is an edit it does not really mepet!”

“Siap! Where does tumben not nongol?!”

“Emang didn't go to college today. No business knowing me too!” answer Adit.

“Tumben bang.”

“You are betrothed to a child next year!”

“Hahaha. How can?” asked Arsene not to believe it.

“Where do I know. He wants to escape his story.”

“So that's why he didn't go to college?”

“Maybe!”

Arsene.

That afternoon after the lecture was over, Arsene waited for Zaara in front of the parking lot. He plans to bring his wife to buy jogja gudeg as he wants since. The brown and pink-hooded girl emerged from the B building. Together with his other five friends, they walked towards the faculty gate.

“I to the parking lot ya!” Zaara decided to part with her friends.

“Iya, Ra! Tomorrow pinjem your notes yes?” said Hana.

“Ready!”

From a distance Arsene saw his wife who was walking towards him. His face and cheeks look more round, Arsene so want to hold back his laughter. It's just that the face still looks beautiful, even more beautiful.

“Still wanting to eat gudeg?!” ask Zaara.

“Iya lah.”

“You cravings? Pregnant already!”

“Which I know, I want to eat only, the sweetness of the same kreceknya.”

Zaara shook her head, then rode on her husband's motorcycle.

The two of them headed towards a food stall that Zaara had intended this morning. A stall that does provide typical cuisine of Yogyakarta, located not far from their SMA building. Zaara and Arsene are off the bike.

“You want to buy?” ask Arsene.

“Gak ah! You aja. I don't really like.”

“OK deh!”

“Mas, any gudegnya?” asked Arsene hesitatingly.

“There, A! How many servings?” ask the seller who has the thin mustache.

“One serving only, wrapped yes!”

“Complete yes?”

“Iya Mas!”

Before long, the seller gave a package containing gudeg, chicken opor, and sambal krecek. The aroma makes Arsene want to immediately eat it with warm rice.

“Yuk!” take him to the wife. “Eh what do you want to buy?” haggard Arsene.

“Gak ah's. I want to cook something simple.”

“Oh yes already!”

Both returned to the apartment. Arsene immediately ate it upon arrival in the apartment complete with warm rice. While Zaara just fry chicken and make sauteed spinach for dinner.

“Enaaaak!” exclaim Arsene cheerfully.

“Alhamdulillah.”

“You don't want to try? This is a lot!”

“Gak ah! Eneg!” callah Zaara.

“Ya I've been forced to spend.”

At night, Arsene stared at the dark ceiling of his room. The nature call of his soul appeared and rose. He looked at his wife who had fallen asleep on his back. It had been several nights, Zaara had never hugged her in her sleep. Though usually the woman who always asks to be ditched before going to bed. Arsene poked his wife's arm. There's no movement there.

This time he tried to close his body. Heart's pounding. Blood flowed rapidly within his body. He sighed. Hope the experiment works.

Arsene rose from his sleep. He gently kissed Zaara's open shoulders and arms. Similarly, the other touch he tried would wake his wife. Arsene began to beat his wife, pecking her neck and cheeks, then making Zaara's body position change. So that he could freely touch his wife's body. Zaara still did not move, was the woman too tired to feel what her husband was doing?

Arsene kept trying, he infiltrated behind his wife's dress. Doing something that might make Zaara really wake up.

BUGS.

Zaara's knees hit Arsene's lower abdomen. Made the man hold his breath. “UGH!” growling pain. The pain felt, fortunately not about his favorite junior who was standing. Instantly emotions came to greet him, he slammed a bolster there. His desire just disappeared, changing the emotions that filled his head. The man went out and decided to sleep in the next room with a huff. He ruffled his hair in frustration. Drown her face under the pillow in order to calm herself down.

Zaara was completely unaware of the incident as she remained fast asleep in her dream world.

Zaara's eyes trembled, her petals opening slowly as she felt something was missing beside her. Blank. There was only her husband's pillow and bolster there. He got awoken.

Zaara took her phone. The alarm hasn't sounded even though it's 3:00 in the morning. She was surprised to find her husband not there. Zaara got up and walked out of her room. Arsene was also not on the couch, which he thought was watching the Champions League at midnight.

The girl wearing a negligee had her arm open the door of the room next to her. The man was curled up there without a pillow and blanket covering. Zaara wondered why her husband had fallen asleep there. Did he make a mistake?

Zaara didn't think much of it. She took a blanket and covered her husband's body. Arsene's heavy cheeks. Zaara could not wake him. The woman went to the bathroom to perform the evening prayer.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Arsene entered his apartment after returning from the mosque after morning prayers.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What time do you go to college?" ask Zaara when Arsene puts her sandals on the shelf.

"Hour 8." Arsene just walked into his room.

Hearing her husband's flat answer, Zaara flicked her shoulders. He continued to prepare his breakfast the next morning.

Arsene is still with his 'silent' mode when eating his morning meal. Zaara just let it go. Silent that morning. There was only the sound of the twang of a spoon clashing with porcelain. They are finished and ready to go to college.

"What's the matter?" zaara asked as she kissed the back of her husband's hand in the parking lot.

"Hot. Tired." Arsene's answer made Zaara frown. Moreover, the man did not look at her warmly as usual.

"Ooh... I went to class first huh?" pamit Zaara's.

"Hmmm…"

Arsene looked at his wife's back with an annoyed look. The girl's response was flat and ordinary. Though usually Zaara will sulk or be sad to apologize if she put a look of annoyance on the face.

"Why are you, honey?" ask Arsene slowly.

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