My student's my future husband?
(S2) Bonus Episode 8

The land Grandpa Jaya gave to Arsene has been built to be his future home with his small family. That Saturday he controlled the construction workers. The progress is still very small, about 30 percent. He deliberately did it because the target of completion in the next year, when he had finished thesis and graduation. He hopes that his provision always flows rapidly in order to support his family as well as possible.

After controlling his homework, Arsene heads to a social foundation owned by his grandfather, Opa Gunawan. He himself has become a regular donor every month. Although the amount of alms is not as large as other family property, setting aside from the proceeds of the sale of the profits makes him feel airy. Wish God always recorded the little good he did.

The foundation had stood for a long time even when he was not yet born. It's just that over the last ten years, the foundation changed the concept. From ordinary social foundations, to orphaned foundations based on Islamic education. It was there that the orphans lived and received Islamic education in accordance with the standards of the madrasah ibtidaiyah and tsanawiyah. They are also equipped with certain skills that will later get scholarships to continue to the next education if they graduate with good grades and personalities.

Arsene will only make sure that the cakes he ordered to his chefs will be delivered in the foundation milad event this year for the children there. Although he will not attend and will go directly to the campus because there is Tabligh Akbar Hijri Year change.

“You didn't stop by, Cen?!” asked Oma Bella who had just arrived there, when Arsene was instructing her employees who were delivering cakes for a banquet.

“Sorry Oma! In the campus mosque there was Tabligh Akbar, so I had to watch everything,” Arsene peeked at the back of that wrinkled white hand.

“You are so diligent! Oma is always proud of you being in charge! How's Oma's great-grandson?”

“Alhamdulillah Ryu Healthy Oma! God willing next week we stop by the house huh?!” arsene.

“Alhamdulillah.”

Opa Gunawan approached his grandson, Arsene immediately welcomed in his honor.

“You go straight away again?” ask Opa Gunawan.

“Iya, Opa! Sorry yes!”

“Yes already gapapa, besides your daddy is coming soon too! Careful, Cen!”

“I'm saying goodbye, Oma, Opa!”

Before Arsene goes to the campus mosque, he will pick up his wife who will also attend Tabligh Akbar event, all meeting kangen with friends at the LDK's daughter.

Ryu is wrapped in a navy outfit jumper and a thick jacket. Her white skin contrasts sharply with the color of her clothes. On his head is a knit hat that makes his face look more round. He was so enthusiastic when his mother took him into a sling in front of his chest.

“Ryu we to mosque yes. You must be a sholeh child!” order Zaara while waiting for her husband's arrival.

The boy shakes his legs in excitement. Zaara covered her child with an extra blanket. A backpack containing all of Ryu's equipment is already inside.

Arsene clasps in front of the fence.

“Horeee, dad's coming! We leave yuk!” bring Zaara

“Greetings to grandma and grandpa!” Zaara and Ryu say goodbye.

“Udah is ready everything?” asked Arsene to put a helmet on his wife's head.

“Udah!”

“Ryu is fine during joining ya!” arsene's message saw his son's face drowning in his blanket. Her cute face looks adorable. Arsene was not strong enough not to kiss him on the top of his nose.

They also went to campus.

For almost 10 months Zaara had not set foot on campus, making her very homesick. Moreover, his longing for the mosque surrounded by lush trees, he felt amazed to be here while carrying his son this time.

“Ryu want to be with dad? What is uma?” arsene asked to see his son's face. Eyes glittering.

“Let's be fussy, mop my phone huh?!” arsene told Zaara.

“Iya!”

“Dadaaah, Ryu!” Arsene waved at his son.

They split up in the courtyard of the mosque because Arsene had to enter the already crowded Brotherhood area. Zaara continued her footsteps towards the terrace of the sewer section. Seeing her presence there while holding a child, Hana and Terry run to her.

“Zaara!” they shouted enthusiastically. They have not met for a long time. Last time, they looked when Zaara had just given birth. Both of them were busy preparing their thesis that year.

“Yes Allah, I miss you!” zaara hugged her best friend.

“Ryuuuu.. Yes Allah, funny bangeeet!” Terry was so excited to see it.

“Come sit down first!” take Hana, because they are the center of attention of the brothers who are preparing for the event.

Another friend came to Zaara and welcomed her arrival cheerfully. Zaara took off her carrier and took Ryu out of there.

“Masya Allah, so funny!” fitri grasped Ryu's finger.

“Udah how many months is his age?” ask Ema.

“8 months.”

“Gemeees really! I want to bite your cheek, son!” said Terry.

“Do Not Aunt!” sergeant Zaara giggled.

“Yeah, I'm already aunty yak?!” terry laughed.

The people there were laughing. Ryu really is the center of attention. The baby just silently stared at the unfamiliar faces before him one by one with a lookout.

“So much shit you're a guy!” Terry poked the baby's cheek.

Ryu stared at her sharply and silently. The others laughed at Ryu's cold and fierce expression. Suddenly he was crying.

“Well, Ry! Ry's responsibility, he's crying!” fitri.

Terry laughed and tried to make a funny expression in front of Ryu. But no, the boy was still crying. Zaara tried to calm him down with a doll of his favorite koala.

“Yes are your children Mr RT?!” exclaim Hana.

“Ya Allah is very nervous!” terry repeatedly.

“Hey-hey, start the show. Come in-in!” bring Ema.

Zaara was given a box of snacks and a glass of mineral water for the event. He entered the mosque with his friend. Fortunately, Ryu had calmed down.

Zaara chose to sit by the door. So when Ryu is fussy, he can get out immediately without disturbing the others. Another anticipation, he also brought many toys belonging to Ryu and snack, as well as mpasi porridge prepared in a lunch box.

Two ikhwan MCs opened Tabligh Akbar with the theme “Hijrah Towards Perfect Obedience”. The worshipers have filled the contents of the mosque and also some on the terrace even though it is not too crowded because students are on holiday on red dates.

A woman wearing a maroon blouse and black skirt and a hijab motif is filling the list. He sat next to the empty Zaara. Zaara looked at him.

“Eh Brother Al?!” sapa Zaara made Alice widen her eyes.

“Hey! My handsome son also came with me!” Alice quickly held Ryu in her lap.

“Self Sis?!” ask Zaara.

“Yes, who else would you like?!” alice continued to watch Ryu.

“Hehe.”

“Next week we review right?” ask Alice to make sure. He has conducted regular studies with Zaara once a week. This week, Zaara invited Alice to follow the grand tabligh.

“Iya Brother!”

They refocused on the show that was opened by the MC.

“Furthermore, to give our assembly, let us invite to our qari, Kang Muhammad Angga Setiadi, to recite the holy verse of the Quran,” said MC.

Alice's heart was jolted at the name of Angga, and she was even more surprised to find out that the Angga who came to the front was the Angga who had been in communication with her. He did not know that Angga was a qari.

Angga began chanting the holy verse of the Quran letter of Ar-Rahman. Alice's head bowed, as well as her heart that shook when the voice of Angga had echoed inside and outside the mosque. His heart was so touched to hear his beautiful voice, moreover the Quran verse had made him more submissive, making his tears just drip.

Realizing that, Zaara quickly thrust out a tissue. Alice took it still kept holding Ryu. Angga's voice is very melodious when chanting Quran readings as if directly touching the heart.  The man returned after completing his task.

“I just found out he's a qari, Ra?” alice asked with her eyes.

Zaara smiled, “she might want Sister to know for herself.”

“While as far as I am, he is narcissistic, Ra!”

Zaara chuckled small. “Maybe for certain things. If I think, he does not want to elevate himself to this.”

Alice smiled slightly, she was eager to hear her beautiful voice again. It would have been three months of communication intertwined between them, but Alice had yet to decide anything. Though Angga has ventured to express his intention to propose to him. Time for them is getting thinner.

MC came back to the front reading the next event, where the chairman of DKM will give a speech. Ustad Firman went ahead and delivered his speech to the congregation. It did not take long, now it is the turn of the head of the LDK who advanced to deliver a speech for the event.

“Ryu, look at dad in front tuh!” said Zaara who had taken her child back from Alice, because the child continued to whine.

Holding her baby biscuits, Ryu looked forward. Either he stared at his father or the beautiful golden large calligraphy paintings, or maybe wherever he liked.

In front of the worshippers, Arsene gave a brief speech. The point is that worshipers can reap the wisdom of the lecture that will be delivered and bring good so that Muslims can migrate towards obedience to Allah. Arsene returned to his place after his welcome was over.

The man sat next to his friends. He patted Angga's knee.

“There's Kak Al tuh coming!”

“Eh? Really?!”

“Iya. Wanna chat? I'm temenin. Mumpung no Zaara is also here.”

“After this?”

“Ya, can! Try taking aja.”

“Shortly, I tried to ask first.”

Angga pulled out his phone and immediately typed something in his whatsapp application. He asks Alice to chat for a while about their relationship and its continuation. Not long after she got a reply from Alice, the woman agreed.

“People meet, Ra!” said Alice.

“Oh? Brother wants? We're temenin."

“Iya, I am yes. Yes, this is me, Ra! I want to give you the answer immediately.”

Zaara's eyes sparkled and nodded. They returned to the show that morning.

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Makasiiih many ^_^

Up again later tonight yaa 😁