About Qiandra

Gibran's Concern

My feet stepped without a bow, there was tightness in my chest. Of jealousy? perhaps, this particular debate is different. (yuliashafira14)

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“Halo, Kal?” greet Gibran when their call has been connected.

“Ya,” welcome Kalya.

“Do you know where Qia is? he didn't pick up my call,” asked him tho the point.

“It looks like he's in a Supermarket not far from the Restaurant, he said before returning to the Apartment he wants to buy something there.” Obviously Kalya, because indeed Qiandra had sent a message to ask if there was anything else she needed.

“Mmm, does he go with someone?” ulik Gibran carefully. He knew his limits, it was just that the man had trouble neutralizing the turmoil that had arisen.

“I know he went alone, what's up?” Obviously Kalya, he can catch the oddity of Gibran's tone.

“Ah is okay, thank you.” There was relief when Gibran said that, between giving thanks for the truth expressed by Kalya or even a sense of relief because Qiandra did not go with others.

After the call ended, Gibran returned to his expensive cell phone featuring several pictures of the Qiandra with a man.

He was unable to see the man's face because his position was indeed turned on the camera, which clearly appeared to be the face of Qiandra. As if the person who took the photo wants to affirm, if the girl is indeed the figure he loves.

The thing that added to the man's anger was Qiandra's smile, she smiled sweetly and was quite familiar with her interlocutor. What if the man is hooked because of it?

After finding out about Qiandra's whereabouts, Gibran contacted his confidants to find out the owner of the number that sent him the message. What is that guy, aiming to complain about Gibran's feelings?

Now he is driving the silver-colored vehicle to split the road, when receiving a message from an unknown number managed to make the man rushed from his job. With raging feelings!

When he arrived at a Supermarket called Kalya, Gibran immediately parked his car. With wide strides he rushed towards the entrance, I don't know he wanted to immediately see the girl who had made him like this.

“Qia,” call her when she sees a girl pushing a trolley in the same clothes as the picture on her phone.

“Gibran, are you here?” qiandra sumringah. As if, he had found an oasis in a barren field.

"Yes, I'm glad to see you here." He said clumsily, you handsome actor!

"Me too" said Qiandra. "You looking for something?" he added with a bigger smile.

“Ah yes, I searched for this.“ Immediately he picked up a random item he could easily reach. Looking for a tumbler for an alibi? Ck, basic.

“You sure?” Qiandra narrowed her eyes, as she looked at the thing Gibran was holding with that confidence. Her pretty face now began to hold back laughter, as seeing the Qiandra expression triggered Gibran to see what object he was holding, and.

Jesus, pads! the man's face reddened as it held back the sudden feeling of embarrassment ambushed. It tastes? he wanted to immediately hide himself in the current Antarctic ocean!

“Don't get me wrong," he was so embarrassed. He immediately exchanged that thing, for something else.

"I wanted to take this, but being too happy to meet you made me misidentify another object.” He lost it, he was wrong. God, why is that guy acting this crazy?

“You sure? I thought you really came months!” he looked hard to stem his laughter, even the liquid seemed to be stirring in the corner of Qiandra's pretty eyes.

Seeing this expression made Gibran feel warm, for the first time he saw the beautiful laughter of the girl. It felt like he was doing anything to keep this laugh faithfully accompanying his girl, even if necessary he would willingly look silly to it.

“What is it so funny, hmm?” gibran's hand is raised. His fingers immediately brushed off, a happy liquid that looked shameless also contributed there. Sometimes the man thinks, why should there be tears in between happiness?

Qiandra freezes when she gets sweet treatment from Gibran, and worse. His heart is now beating above average. Come on, Gibran, this is a public place. The girl was able to catch a smile, from other customers upon seeing them.

“Gibran anu-“ scowled Qiandra misbehaving, as if knowing what the girl meant Gibran reflexed around. Oh there was someone else? maybe the man thought, if there was only him and Qiandra shopping at the Supermarket at the moment. Holy hooch!

“Mmm what are you alone?” this was what Gibran wanted to ask from earlier, the man circulated a glance. Looking for a look that would fit the stature that was present on his phone.

“Iya, Kalya goes with Darel. So, I came here alone.” With step by step, they went straight to the cashier to make the payment. Look at them! so harmonious, especially if side by side like this.

“Really?” searching for the man in the midst of the rush to take over the Qiandra luggage, it seemed like this beautiful girl clad in a brown blazer was starting to catch the intent of Gibran's question.

“What is enough to answer your question?” added Qiandra, because it was clear if the man who was able to pull his heart was so curious about something.

And strangely, Qiandra felt that she should indeed explain the situation she was in. Don't they look like a real couple?

Look at Gibran's face! the man seemed to have a hard time damming the basin of smiles at this moment. Because basically, this was the explanation he had been waiting for.

“Where is your car key?” pinta Gibran with his hand against Qiandra.

“For what?” he said confused, but still reached into the bag to find the object.

“I'll take you home, you must be tired if you have to drive. So, let me be your driver.” With a lightning motion, he snatched the car key that Qiandra had found.

“But your car?” his dream later, when he saw Gibran's car was also parked there.

“After dropping you off, I'll be back to pick up my car. Come on, come on.” He had opened the door on the other side, Qiandra was sitting beside the wheel. The girl's luggage, too, had been placed in the back seat. Refuse? now it's hard for Qiandra to do, if Gibran asks.

The tiredness of both of them overflowed after meeting each other, this is really strange isn't it? how could it be that just meeting someone could get the two excited again. Was it because the person they met, was a special figure? mmm it seems so.

At this time the streets look crowded smoothly, the sparkle of light and the sound of clasps from passing vehicles add to the boisterous impression out there.

“I'll take you all the way to the top.” Lontar Gibran when he was in the basement of the Apartment, he had removed the seat belt that protected him during the trip.

“No need, here let me carry this. Go home you must be exhausted too!” he tried to grab the grocery bag that was in the handsome man's left hand, instead of giving away what Qiandra asked. Gibran greeted the girl with his other hand and said.

“I'm not tired if it's with you, I want to see you longer before I go home.” Jeez, his honesty really makes people blush. Qiandra's frozen for a few seconds!

"Did you mind?" the girl was still silent. Qiandra's consciousness returned after a few seconds, she nodded in agreement. Rejection that he had strung hard to throw, suddenly his sentence stuck in the throat when he saw the face of his man. Her priest? Uhh...

They go hand in hand, with the fingers intertwined. Gibran did not let go of his grasp, as Qiandra tried to attempt to do just that. He seemed embarrassed, but it was inversely proportional to Gibran.

Evidently, with his fingers tight. As if he did it as a form of clarity, if this girl is an important figure in his life.

“Stop with your efforts Qia, because it won't work.” Clearly Gibran with a smile, now that step led them to the elevator. And the girl is still trying, to let go of their union.

Is this guy the protective type? Maybe, especially if you know the girl until it looks attractive to others.

Silent…

“Qia.” Og Gibran with an illegible mimic, currently only those in the square box.

“Mmm?” he muttered, and automatically made the girl look at Gibran who was also looking at him so deeply. I could faint Qiandra if I saw that netra!

“I love you, very. You know that I won't force your feelings to reciprocate what I feel? I just want to make it clear that I will be waiting for you" he said, without taking his eyes off me at all.

"I'll wait until you realize that I'm still here, with the same feeling. I will not promise to withstand the turmoil that arises, I will continue to say the same thing every day." His dream then, he did not want to put an end to the gaze of love for Qiandra.

Qiandra could only listen and listen. His heart rippled to hear Gibran's words about his love verse, eager for Qiandra to hug the man who was staring in the shade at him.

"I'll stop if you've liked someone and asked me to end this feeling, I don't want to be a barrier to your happiness. Seeing you smile is enough for me!” He added with the pressure getting tighter as he grasped the Qiandra, hoping that it would never happen.

"Don't say it, I don't like it." Sela Qiandra suddenly, that beautiful face was bent. What's wrong with her?

Ting.The sound of the elevator shocked the two. Indicates that they have reached the 15th floor, where the Qiandra unit is located.

“I love you.” As if not bored, Gibran said that sentence again. Qiandra's footsteps stopped, between hearing the words of the man who was still loyal to his grasp or because they had indeed reached his unit.

“I just want to say it, you don't be burdened ok.” Well, he wanted to express his feelings as long as he could still do just that.

“Gibran, can I trust you? Are you able to wait for me? What if at some point, even you are interested in another girl?” ask her with a little bit of fret, it was undeniable if she had wavered. 

After all this time, the girl wanted to rebuild her trust in men. Especially for Gibran!

A pile of jealousy was forming, the feeling had been put down and began to roam freely in Gibran's mind. He murmured, should this be present when his love has not been welcomed?