Arska: Love and Magic

117. Potion Class

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Arsya is now sitting in her room looking out the window, it has been one Sunday and Aksa has not informed her at all, whether she should be happy or disappointed. Actually, even his marriage to Aksa has not been told to Arion or his other family. All of her is still the same as she has not had any ties with Aksa.

Arsya took her phone and called a number on her cell phone.

" Let's find out where Clara's been going this week, I want her report tomorrow morning to be there" arsya said and he turned off his phone after saying that without waiting for an answer from the person on his phone.

Today Arsya is preparing to take the potion class, after returning from her mission she has not yet entered that class.

When entering the potion class had many people who were also present, they had occupied their respective tables. Arsya casually walked towards one of the empty tables.

" Oh, who is this... I didn't think this cupu was in this class" exclaimed Zalfa who made everyone's attention on him and Zalfa.

" Zalfa, who is he? Do you know him?." Ask a friend of his

" Of course I know him. You better not get too close to him... For the sake of being popular he can do anything, even slander his own friends" exclaimed Zalfa who instantly made the people who heard him look at Arsya with disdain and demeanour.

" True, I don't know on her innocent face that she's so hypocritical" one of her friends said.

" hey... You guys don't just look at her innocent pretentious face, I've even seen for myself she asked her friend to accompany a middle-aged man"

" What!! Even though he didn't have the money he shouldn't have done that"

" how disgusting that is."

Arsya who get a lot of insults and scorn is not at all expressionless, he remains indifferent and lazy to serve their nonsense.

Not getting the response Zalfa wanted upset him, he wanted to provoke Arsya again but a teacher came first.

" What is this, I can even hear your noise from outside the classroom." The teacher exclaimed in an unhappy tone.

" Whatever the reason I don't care, now prepare the ingredients you need. Today we're going to try making a recovery potion."

" good"

Zalfa was forced to return to his desk after the teacher spoke.

The potion master explained all the ingredients and how to make the recovery potion in detail.

" Now you can try to make it"

The class became quiet they were busy doing their respective activities, so with Arsya it was just that maybe only he was so relaxed and indifferent.

The teacher had been traveling around to see his students, he gave advice if his students were wrong, whether it was a dose of materials that must be combined or other.

After an hour of class ended.

" Put the potion on your respective desks, after which you can leave. I'll judge how good you are to be an Alchemist" the teacher said firmly, even though they were disappointed not to know their value right then and there, they still followed what the teacher said.

Unlike Arsya for an hour he not only made one potion, but several potions as well. However he only put one recovery potion that he considered a failure on his table, while the perfect one he took and put in his pocket of space without the knowledge of the others.

After the students left, the teacher began to test how high the purity of the potion made by his students.

On the table where he was sitting there was a device to measure the purity of the potion made.

With the help of his assistants he checked one by one the potion.

" 30%"

" 50% purity" exclaimed his assistant

" Who is he?" Ask the teacher

" His name is Zalfa sir."

" Zalfa? This student is pretty good as a new student. Pretty"

" As if no one gives a surprise, this year's students are very degenerate" he shook his head when he felt there were no genius students in this field.

When it was Arsya's turn to be tested the teacher's facial expression was already very tangled, he even thought the purity level of the herb was the same as the others.

Ting

" 80%, sir look at the purity of this herb 80%!" Excite his assistant with passion.

" Really?" He asked with sparkling eyes as if he had just obtained the most precious gem.

" this... Truly a recovery potion with 80% purification%. Who, who made it?" His question was quick and full of excitement.

" Aryakayla sir."

" Aryakayla, at the end there are also skilled students" he said happily.

" Call him to see me immediately."

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" Back!" Call someone from behind

" A Ray.."

" Mm... We're looking for a seat." Aksa's words were echoed by Arsya

" You disappeared for a week, I thought you were dead by Harraz" Arsya said indifferently

" Your words are cruel to your own husband, if I die now you will be a widow at this young age. Do you want her Kay" Aksa said in a childlike tone.

" No problem, our marriage took place in a remote village and they just made a wedding file instead of a wedding card. If you disappear no one knows about this marriage" she said in a nonchalant tone.

At the moment Arsya's mood is very bad, added again during Aksa's departure he did not tell her once as if he had no meaning in Aksa's eyes. Actually he also did not expect Aksa would tell him, after all the marriage happened so quickly he himself was still adjusting to his status that had changed, but Aksa should not underestimate a marriage, even though he still does not love Aksa but the responsibility is different from the love according to him.

" I'm sorry, during this one week I have a business that I have to take care of so that I can not tell you even holding a mobile phone is difficult" said Aksa sluggishly.

During this one week he had to take care of his grandfather, after returning to the academy his grandfather told him to return immediately. But when he went there it turned out that his personal doctor who was also his best friend reported his marriage problems to the old man. When his grandfather doesn't see him bringing Arsya along with his old man back to making plays, he even threatens to meet Arsya at the academy. To keep him quiet and not to do that he had to try hard, he also had to deal with the Harraz people as soon as possible, so therefore he did not hold a cell phone.

" Why apologize, you have it wrong."

" I'm sorry for making my wife angry" Aksa said, shaking Arsya's hair gently.

" Come, who's angry. I don't care if you die though" he said indifferently and turned his face away in annoyance.

" It'll be hard for them to kill me, but if my Kay wants my life, I'll gladly give it to her."

" Well, who wants your life." Said Arsya who immediately stood up and walked away.

Aksa who saw her smiled faintly and followed the angry girl.