About Qiandra

Clarity

My pain is tempestuous, my pain creates pawaka. Nah! I'm talking, I'm a rajul. I can definitely sail, for sure. (yuliashafira14)

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“You? what are you doing here?” obviously Qiandra, of course she was surprised to meet the man again. But wait, why was his gaze always like that when he saw Qiandra? it makes people misunderstand.

“A-ku waiting for you, how's your trip?” tanyanya shame. It seemed like this man was blown away at the figure standing majestically in front of him now, look at that reddened face. Very clear!

“Waiting me?” well, it seems that Qiandra still does not understand this situation. The man stood up, he looked handsome with ivory color combined with the sky blue color.

“I'm Aarav, and commonly called Ara. I'm the son of Om Agam's friend whom you met today,” he re-introduced himself to the girl. The qiandra? he was dumbfounded and trying to digest Ara's words, Ara? ah Aarav thought Qiandra.

“Sit down, are you surprised?” his dream. And immediately followed the girl, she looked at Aarav with an illegible look.

“Why don't you ever say who you are, did you do it on purpose?” look at Qiandra, she's just curious about it. Why was he not honest from the beginning?

“Because you never asked about me, or rather you don't care.” He looked at the cute girl, did he deliberately insinuate Qiandra? in all probability.

“I just knew you, wouldn't I be so sassy if I offended someone's personal domain? I never even did it even to Gibran though.” O’ow, the explanation made Aarav resist his movement to lift the glass filled with liquid.

“Pak Gibran?” clearly back, he wanted to explore the reason why the girl suddenly mentioned the name of another man at this time.

While answering Aarav's questions, their activities are diverted by the arrival of a waiter, both of whom pre-order before continuing the conversation.

“I-tu, I have also only known Gibran for a few months but I have never asked him anything about his personal matters. So I can't possibly do that to you when we've only met a few times, I'm not talented for that.” Obviously Qiandra was careful, did she make a mistake? why does Aarav's face look flat like that.

“What made you want to meet me tonight?” Aarav switched the conversation, he did not want to listen to his girl talk about another man. Who's girl? The qiandra? come on, don't joke.

Suddenly the girl was nervous, ah. They had met so he had to make his point to the man!

“I want to talk about matchmaking issues.” His words were steady, this time Qiandra dared to stare directly at Aarav's bead. They looked at each other, but with different expectations.

“What's with our matchmaking?” we were? it feels strange to hear that from this man's mouth, Qiandra thought. But, Aarav seemed ordinary when he said that.

“I don't want it, can you help me talk this over to Mama Dyra and Papa Agam?” there was relief when he said that. Aarav fell silent, the man's eyes lost a happy twinkle. It seemed, he was disappointed by the girl's request.

“Qiandra originally I was also like you disapproving of this, but after meeting you everything changed. I want it, matchmaking and you. I want both!” said Aarav, there is seriousness there. At least that's how Qiandra feels!

The girl was silent for a moment, she thought Aarav had no feelings for her. Qiandra hoped all this would be easy, but? “Aarav ak-“ says he sank with the man's taste. “Qia can't you consider it?” aarav continued, he hoped.

“Sorry, but I can't.” Oli Qiandra, she has no regrets. Just a little unkind, isn't that natural? “Do you like someone?” tanyakanya. Qiandra fell silent, “What is Mr Gibran is that lucky man?” search Aarav.

Qiandra did not refute, she kept that name in her heart. Wouldn't he look evil assuring the truth?

“Your silence is the answer to the truth, did you like it so much that you asked me for it? though we haven't started this relationship Qiandra.” There was a sad tone there, the girl did not expect that her feelings for Gibran could be this obvious.

He did not want to nurture this uncomfortable feeling any longer, he took a deep enough breath. The girl wants to solve this problem, really.

“I miss him all the time, I worry about not seeing that guy. I even admit that my heart is pounding because of Gibran. Is that a sign that I like it? if yes, then I like it.” Qiandra said, Aarav feels defeated. He felt tight in his chest!

He had not been given a chance to knock on the door of the girl's heart, the chance was over. Although he liked the Qiandra, but he could not impose his will. Especially to be a thorn for others!

He tried sincerely, that was the only way that came to his mind. “Alright, but with one condition.” Pinta the man, Qiandra was silent to wait for the continuation of Aarav's sentence.

“Alright,”at least the girl wants to entertain Aarav. Only this time!

On the other hand Kalya was still monitoring that pair of serious-looking humans, she was quite surprised to see the man sitting with Qiandra at the moment. The girl did not expect, if Aarav was the candidate intended by her parents all along. 

But as boredom starts to tease Kalya, she decides to pass. For a moment, he wanted to greet the night air. The girl walked slowly and headed straight for a long lonely looking bench on the left side, lonely? yes, he felt it too.

As fate collides with the seat, Kalya's phone suddenly rings making her focus distracted. Just disturb! he thought, he saw that flat object. The alphabet lined up neatly forming a word, he spelled.

Darrell! ah she missed this man, Kalya took her breath trying to calm herself down first.

“Ya?” the answer is, but there is no word on the other side. Whatisthis? Complain Kalya!

“Halo?” repeated the girl, was she talking to the wind? why is there no welcome from the interlocutor. It sucks!

“Sorry,” Kalya freezes.

“I miss you Kalya,”. Darel's words had made the girl's face immediately approached by the color of twilight, she waited for that remark for these few days.

“I was wrong, I'm sorry for being so stupid.” There was something strange about his male voice, something was wrong. Think Kalya! 

“Are you okay?” kalya's worried tone sounded.

“I'm fine,” lontar Darel soothing.

“You where?” there was a noise, Kalya was sure that her fiance was outside.

“Reverse!” the girl said she saw Darel there.

“You're here?” he asked, the man only nodded with eyes that kept staring at Kalya. He was worried that blinking would make his girl disappear!

The girl was just silent, she observed the handsome face of her man who looked slightly pale. “What's with your face?” Kalya touched Darel's cheek, hot! That's how he feels.

“Jeez you have a fever? why are you here instead of seeing a doctor! Come with me, we have to go to the hospital.” Darel's hand prevented Kalya's wrist, he pulled the girl closer. It's warm! his breath caressing Kalya's face, he puffed up to file a protest. Come on, they're in public places!

“A-pa are you doing?” his nervousness, not the answer Kalya got. Except for a hug!

“Sorry,” says Darel. The girl could feel the tremors of regret sending the sentence out, she was silent and listening.

“I know the man you were with back then was the person you liked the most in the past, because the truth makes me even more afraid of losing you." Darel said, he seemed to have no energy.

"I didn't see or tell you because I was afraid Kal, I was worried that when we met you wanted my farewell.” Overwhelming the man, he further tightened his embrace. The kalya? he listened and acted like a good listener!

“I just met Lais, and she told me everything. I'm sorry!” the girl let go of her embrace and stared inside Darel, why does this man think of things that even Kalya had never thought of?

“Why are you so stupid, I wouldn't do that just because of Lais or anyone.” Soft stuff, though, 

"Never think like that again without my permission, I ask that we get in trouble. We need to finish it, not avoid it." Kalya touched the chest of Darel's field, she wanted to calm the worried pounding of the man.

“Sorry!” that's all he can say.

“I miss you Kal, very.” He again pulled the girl into his arms, sending each other feelings of love.

“I too!”

They try to treat the wound, and hope that love can bandage it. May the nimble bidder come, bringing with it new hope. Hopefully!