My student's my future husband?
(S2) Bonus Episode 1

Arsene and Zaara looked at a large enough piece of land filled with wild and fenced grass. The land is located not far from Grandpa Jaya's corporate building where Abi Reza also works there. The location is about 5 km from the campus and their shops. Not an elite complex area, not quite crowded, but quite strategically located in the city.

Arsene held onto a piece of paper that he had printed. A sketch of a house plan with a type of 96 square meters. It has a tropical minimalist modern design with a cube model building without a roof tile. The model he had discussed with his wife, because Zaara would fill his day at home. So Arsene handed to his wife what he wanted, both exterior and interior design. He also talked to an architect who worked in his grandfather's company, aided by his father-in-law so things got easier.

“When to start building?” tanya Zaara stroked her already big enough belly.

“Pas we enter new semester. I asked the contractor a little while the construction because it was adjusted to the money to be paid to them,” answered Arsene folded the house plan paper and put it back in his denim jacket pocket.

“Hopefully our sustenance smoothly yes Brother Darling!”

“Aamiiin.” Arsene was embracing his wife's waist.

“Where are you now?” ask Arsene.

Zaara smile, “Book store!”

“Bby, want to buy what book is it?”

“I want to buy children's books. Can?” pinta Zaara's.

“Yuk!”

Arsene and Zaara ride the bike. The two were racing towards a bookstore in the city that was not too far away. Arsene led his wife's arm to the third floor, where many children's books were located.

“Many gini books have Mommy!” Arsene showed me the fable books and fairy tales of all time.

“Oh yes? But I want to find an Islamic boy's story. Rich gini.” Zaara shows a package of books of the doctrine of knowing God specifically for children.

“You take that?”

“Yes, I want to read this book since our son is in the womb. I want our children to know their Lord from before birth. That way I hope he will fall in love with her the first time in his life.”

Arsene smiles. “Take aja, Darling! We will make a small library at home?”

“Iya!”

Arsene picked up the colorful book package. “There again?” tanyakanya.

Zaara was still looking over the bookshelves that were there. “One more can?” This time Zaara pointed to a package of books titled Sirah Nabawiyah for children.

“By a bang!”

Arsene took the two piles of books to the cashier and paid for them. Before returning home they stopped by a modern cafe first to eat lunch. A table in a corner away from the crowd selected them.

“What do you want to eat, Zaara Darling?” ask Arsene.

“I want to eat the same salmon steak salad arugula.”

Arsene pulled her lips and nodded. He himself only ordered carbonara pasta for his meal. He is no longer often to crave, maybe those times have passed. Zaara still doesn't talk too much.

“Later out your lahiran want to leave how many semesters?” asked Arsene while waiting for his order that had not yet come.

“Maybe one semester. Or what do you think?” ask Zaara.

“Two semesters. Let one year our child can be full asi, one year you can stock. Did you talk about it the same umi?”

“Not yet. We're going to umi's house just finished this?”

“Come aja!”

“You don't mind after I lahiran we stay at home abi?”

Arsene was stunned for a moment. She had been thinking about this since Zaara was first pregnant. It is certain that their children must be entrusted to their parents-in-law, because they are both still in college. It was also expressed by Zaara in CV ta’arufnya first.

“Neg. It also happens that our apartment lease runs out in two months. So fitting is. We move to abi.” house

Zaara smiles. His cheeks are getting rounder, as his weight continues to increase.

“Excuse me, please enjoy.” several waiters deliver their orders during the day.

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The atmosphere of the morning was quite busy, as Arsene and Zaara moved their belongings from the apartment to Reza's house. From today, the two will stay here for at least the next year.

Arsene was busy going up and down the stairs to bring things into his wife's room. Zaara who did not want to lose also helped.

“Sweetie you sat down. Let me lift all!” said Arsene saw Zaara who was carrying small furniture towards the stairs.

“This is it!” said Zaara.

“Not the lift problem, I don't want you to go back and forth up the stairs. Danger!” sergeant Arsene pulled his wife's arm to the couch and sat her there.

“Iya Neng! Sit down you mah!” said Karin who was preparing breakfast.

Forced Zaara to follow her husband's orders and just pay attention to him.

Arsene continued his work. Zayyan also helped him there. Reza is not at home because there is work out of town. So only the two men were busy dropping off the items from the pick up car to the second floor.

“Alhamdulillah, it's done lift! Stay tidiedihin aja!” Arsene threw his body on the couch. Zayyan sat next to him.

“Drink first Brother Darling!” zaara said bringing him water to drink, and so did his sister.

“Teh lahiran when?” asked Zayyan to put her glass on the table.

“If the prediction is about one more week, but can be more rapid or slow.” Zaara sat next to her husband. Her stomach is already very large because her gestational age is 9 months more. He rubbed his stomach.

“Wah bertar again. So I can't wait for Zayyan to see the handsome bangs!”

Arsene laughed a little.

“What's the Lecture?” ask Zayyan again.

“Cut first oruh. His dedek period is left behind, although there is umi.”

“How long is the leave?” ask the Umi who helped chimed in on Zaara questions.

“Two semesters, Mi! Let me graduate together also with Brother.”

“Ooh yes, does Brother still have many courses that have not been pursued?” tanya Karin put the fried banana on the table.

“Not Mi! Just chasing a short semester is also not an abomination,” explained Arsene.

“Ya, the important thing is that your lecture is smooth. Although Zaara is already a lahiran as well, insyaAllah Umi will help. Thank God Umi is still healthy so can still take care of grandchildren.”

“Still a lot, Mi!”

Zaara took her husband to rest in her room. Although the goods are still very messy, Arsene decided to take a short break first. Both of them lay on the bed.

The young man who soon became a father put his ear on his wife's stomach. While stroking gently, he spoke.

“Dek want to exit when? We moved into Grandma's house! Don't feel at home inside yeah, let's just meet!” arsene said to his wife's stomach.

Zaara laughed.

DUG. A hard kick was felt right on Arsene's cheek, leaving him and his wife shocked at the same time.

“Is that an agreement?” arsene looked at his wife.

“Entah!”

They both laughed.

“Dek, you agree yes?! Can't stay there long. Dad was very kangen. Umajuga!” said Arsene again.

DUG. Again the kick appeared.

“Dek, you love Daddy and Uma?”

DUG. The kick came from another angle.

“Yes Allah my son is so rich his father!” arsene is confident.

“Alhamdulillah, aamiin!”

“Dad and Uma rest first yes, son! Don't bother shaleh!” arsene whispered a smile.

DUG. DUG.

“God's Cause, so I can't wait to see you, son!”

Arsene took his wife's body lying down that afternoon. He rubbed his wife's cheek.

“You're afraid of not, darling?” ask Arsene.

“Mmh. But I believe I can be born with our son. So far I've had no problems, so I'm confident. There is God and you beside me!” Zaara smiles.

Arsene peeped at his wife's forehead. “Maybe I'll be worried. But I'll keep you inside when you're in labor.”

“Yuk rest first! Later in the afternoon we finish again!”

“Iya!

Zaara's room is neat and getting narrower because of the many new items there. There's a baby sleeping basket, a special baby wardrobe, not to mention Arsene's belongings. Some of them are placed in the middle room.

That night it was hot. Arsene opened the window slightly, giving the wind room to turn the air in their room. He turned off the lights as usual because he always could not sleep if the lights had to turn on.

Just as she was laying down her body, Zaara who was next to her played a finger on her husband's neck. Arsene turned her body.

“Why Dear?”

“I miss you!” said gently.

Hearing his wife's answer, Arsene quickly grabbed his wife's body. His big stomach was a barrier, so Arsene leaned over his upper body only worried about pressing on his wife's stomach.

“HPL I'm getting closer, do you not want to take your rations every day?” tawar Zaara shy. He was only worried that Arsene would find it difficult after he had been breathing for approximately 40 days.

Arsene laughed.

“Thou mah. I'm so embarrassed!” Zaara patted her husband's chest gently.

“Thank you so much my darling My love! Want to play now?” asked Arsene to convince his wife.

“But if here can't be noisy, Zayyan will be horrified. It's not funny that boy is horrifying us noisily here!” whisky Zaara. Zayyan's room was not next to each other, but was located in front of her room.

“Hehe. That's the risk of living with someone else. But I'm so lucky, I might be able to hold yourself as long as you breathe later.” Arsene's body began to sit on top of his wife's body, and began to play the action that night gently and slowly because of the worry of waking up his child in the womb of his mother.

Arsene will have to get used to this over the next year. He came out of the room and immediately went into the bathroom after his wish was over. It's uncomfortable living with someone else in one house. But how else, there is no other choice. Arsene immediately cleaned himself up. Zaara will follow later.

Adhan dawn reverberate. The accumulated fatigue made Arsene and Zaara unable to wake up earlier.

“Abang wake up, pray to mosque!” zaara shakes her husband's body.

“Ah, it's dawn?” arsene asked, still trying to open his eyes.

“Iya tuh adzan. Thankfully I took a shower. Wudhu only!”

“Hmm...” Arsene got up and scratched his head.

“Bang! Buruan, Zayyan wait under ya?” zayyan said he saw his brother-in-law coming out of the bathroom.

“Ya!”

Dawn had already poked out from behind the hill, casting a light ready to warm the world. The two young men sat on the terrace chairs.

“Bang, young marriage is complicated not heh?” zayyan asked in curiosity.

“Ribet no yes? How is it anyway.”

“What problems have arisen that my heaviest brother thinks so far?”

“This is your third year and you are married. So far the most severe is the matter of time for you to miscarry. The point is that our communication is not good and also a matter of priority. Brother is more work priority because the store is closed, Brother focuses on making a living but often ignores your need for attention. Yes it is the heaviest!”

Zayyan nodded. He also knew the problems that plagued his brother at that time. Every night she heard her brother cry alone.

“If a third person ever shows up? Brother is popular as if he might have an ex first.”

Arsene laughed a little.

“Three rich people don't exist. Something has come up, but it's not as complicated as the problem. Then you immediately become a shield Brother at that time. Thank God, if our communication is good and mutual understanding, the problem will disappear over time.”

“Emang yes, if men are heavy on a living. But it is rich that Zayyan has not been able to decide to marry young. Too heavy a load. What can make you confident for a young marriage?”

“First initially because challenged to dapetin teteh you let alone his rival Mas Raffa. But over time, the science of religion increased and faith also increased the intention that brother tried to straighten. That young marriage is indeed to keep themselves from promiscuity that is not-no and certainly gets the pleasure of God. From the other hand, Brother is confident because he already has other capital. Brother feels he can provide because he already has a business and can guide his wife even though everything will still need learning every time. So I feel myself capable. ”

Zayyan was stunned by her brother-in-law's reply. At least Arsene's experience provides insight from another point of view.

Suddenly Karin came out with a neat appearance, looking hurried.

“Yan, cepet anter to granny's house!” karin said in a hurry.

“Why Mi?” zayyan asked in surprise.

“Tante Jingga is down again. Because of this you are!” he said he looked upset.

“What the hell is Mi?” asked Zayyan did not understand, directly into his house to pick up a helmet and motorcycle key.

“Indeed what happened to Om Kevin Mi?” ask Arsene curiously.

“Udah know the condition of Aunt Jingga has not recovered, the wedding invitation was even delivered to the grandmother's house!”

“Astaghfirullah.” Arsene could not comment further.

“Cepet Yan!” yell Karin.

“Come when to go home?” zayyan asked to open the garage door.

“Abi again on the road now. Jump to grandma's house!”

Zayyan rushed out his matic motor.

“If anything is the same Zaara cepet contact Umi and Abi ya Bang?!” pinta Karin, he put a helmet on his head and soon followed his son who was getting ready.

“Yes, Mi! Careful!” arsene.

“Umi leave first, assalamu’alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

Arsene sighed and immediately closed the gate of her in-laws house.

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