About Qiandra

Miscomprehension

My hope is scattered, the debris is destroyed without permission. (yuliashafira14)

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“Did you still not change your decision?” aarav asked pleasantries, they had finished dinner and spent some time for a light conversation. The goal of the man was only one, he wanted to know more about the Qiandra. That's all!

Slow steps led the two to split the silence, they walked over and headed for their respective units. Qiandra, the girl stopped when she met the door of her golden unit.

“Sorry Aarav,” the girl smiled wryly. Ahh he can't force himself to agree!

“Haha I know, I wish we could still be friends after this.” He meant it, the man was still the same. Smiling handsome but, his expression was unable to cripple Qiandra.

Qiandra didn't respond to that wish, befriend? not everyone can be a friend. Not because the girl is picky, just that she is not a person who is good at making friends.

Fahar and Darel? Gibran and Kalya are the reason behind their closeness so far!

“Thank you,” over Qiandra. 

“I'm supposed to say that,” reply Aarav. 

“Come in, I'll talk about this later with Om Agam.” Dreams later. 

“Alright, once again thank you.” The farewell sentence delivered the departure of Qiandra, Aarav still standing in his place. He hoped that the girl would turn around and change her mind. But, nil.

Ah, Qiandra even walked steadily without looking back. After the door of the Apartment closed, Aarav immediately turned his body. He started walking gontai to the very end of the unit, sad! the man wanted to give up his disappointment at the void. Sepi, the atmosphere was a witness to the turmoil of Aarav.

Ting tong's…

Qiandra's steps came to a halt when she heard someone press the Apartment bell, did Aarav come back? because it's impossible for Kalya to hit the bell. Ahh he just wants to clean himself up and get some rest, his complaint restrained. Time yes, he let go of his sense of regret on the wall? spraying innocent white walls with annoyance? Qiandra's not that crazy.

He stepped slowly, and headed straight for the square object. “Who?” the question accompanied Qiandra's movements as she opened the door, the girl's gaze locked onto a handsome figure filled with sweat and hunting breath.

Is he exercising? wait, but there's no way he's doing that in a work suit, is there? thought.

“Ha-i,” greet Gibran. Qiandra observes with a feeling of asking, “You why?” search the girl.

 

“I-tu, I just want to stop by and see you. I met a client around here, did I bother you?” he neutralized his breath. And once in a while, Gibran wiped the unlicensed sweaty beads slithering on the handsome man's forehead.

“Actually I want to take you in, but it's late and I'm alone.” He glanced at the watch, at 9 p.m. Well, for Qiandra it's late enough.

“You're going?” looking at Gibran, he ignored the previous Qiandra's words. The black bead began to observe the appearance of the girl standing gracefully in front of him at this moment. Did she dress up this beautiful for Aarav? think Gibran, but wait! where'd he know? huh.

“Ah no, I just got home from somewhere.” He replied clumsyly, he was a little embarrassed to be stared at like that.

“You've met someone?” does Gibran want to be a detective? why did the barrage of questions flow so smoothly, Qiandra poked her lips in restraining her beautiful smile.

“Iya,” Qiandra nodded.

Silent…

“Ah that? you must be exhausted, I'd better go home. Rest!” Og Gibran and immediately turned around, his main goal to get there right now was just to be sure. Ascertaining the truth of the image someone sent, he was a little disappointed because it was the truth.

Gibran stopped his steps and immediately turned around, his face filled with question fog.

“Come in, I'll make you a drink before you go home.” The bargain!

“No need, rest.” The rejection was said in a low tone, a forced smile also contributed to give a role.

 

For the first time, Qiandra felt dislike for Gibran's reply.

“This is not a request, but an order. Login!” He said firmly, without being ordered twice Gibran immediately nodded.

Qiandra slightly shifted and gave space as the man was about to enter, Gibran had been in the living room. His eyes were immediately pampered with charming colors, all the items there were arranged so neatly. 

“You've had dinner?” qiandra asked, she just wanted to break the silence between them. 

“Not yet,” lontarannya relaxed. He was still busy standing with eyes that continued to observe every corner of the place, but the original answer that Gibran had thrown earlier instead made the girl immediately turn around.

He folded his arms around his chest, waiting for what reason this man would make so that he missed his dinner. Gibran gulped, he just found out that the Qiandra has an intimidating side like this.

“A-ku forgot because it was too rushed!” honestly Gibran by touching his nape, suddenly he felt awkward with the girl's gaze.

Qiandra looked at him flatly, forgot? ckc. Where is there such a reason!

 

“Sit on the dining table,” Qiandra's word with great emphasis.

Without waiting for long, Qiandra had turned around and headed for her minimalist kitchen and immediately put on a cherry blossom-patterned apron hanging on her left side. He opened the freezer, and took something from there.

“Qia I'm not hungry yet,” she just doesn't want the girl hassles because of it. He had not even changed clothes, and was instead busy heating food for Gibran. That man is not!

“Sit!” hearing the word with a Qiandra stern tone, made his body automatically follow the girl's will.

In silence Gibran looked at the beautiful back with a smile, 15 minutes of time it took Qiandra to serve his food.

Qiandra spooned rice and some side dishes on a white plate, “Eat!” Gibran sumringah gets his girl's attention. 

“Your food is good,” the compliment managed to make her smile.

“You don't want to eat?” gibran fishing line, he knows the Qiandra loves food so much.

“No, I ate quite a lot earlier with Aarav.” The man stiffened, he knew the truth about last night's dinner. But listening directly from Qiandra's mouth, why did it feel any different? Gibran doesn't like this.

“Pak Aarav? are you interested in him?” he put down his tablespoon, he looked at Qiandra inside. He wanted to know, as important as what the man was to this girl he liked.

“What do you mean?” there was clearly a dislike tone from the girl's words, “Qiandra. Should I stop now? I see you smiling when you're with that guy, even when you're dressing up pretty for him. I'm sure you're starting to like Mr. Aarav!” hit Gibran, Qiandra looked at the man she didn't like.

“Are you done bragging? if yes, go.” Qiandra's chest rumbled, I don't know. He didn't want to argue really!

“Qiandra,” Gibran holds the girl's wrist as she wishes to pass. 

“I don't like it, satisfied? go.” Qiandra threw out Gibran's hand, she felt like she just wanted to do something. But why is Gibran like this?

The shadow of confusion cried out loudly, agitated like moss that adorned the lake. What's to be done?