About Qiandra
Indira's Passion
He's a symbol of rigidity, even when the wind blows. He remains beautiful and strong! (julyashafira14)
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”Why is it so dark here?" Kalya had just returned after delivering Darel to see the doctor, and upon entering the Apartment she was presented with darkness by the room. Even the clanking of clocks, adds to the impression of horror in their luxurious dwelling.
Ah basic, even Kalya's expensive phone can't help her give light this time. He had to walk slowly, and began to feel the cold wall to lead him to a light switch not far from the lounge.
Waitaminute! Kalya saw the light there, was Qiandra watching? But why is there no sound at all from that screen. Is he sulking because Kalya went with Darel, ah suddenly the girl feels bad.
Kalya walk slowly, errata! more precisely tiptoe to minimize the sound so as not to disturb Qiandra.
“Qia,” Apply slowly. There is no lawfulness! Is he daydreaming and inviting the silence of the television light to come tonight?
“Tumben hasn't slept yet, are you waiting for me?” kalya's words came back to welcome the hearing of Qiandra. Let alone glancing, responding to the babble just felt so heavy.
He had cleaned himself and changed clothes, and now the girl was sitting in front of a square object with her right hand holding the remote.
Don't you think he's watching, mmm. Because basically, Qiandra was just forcing the broadcast to feel how the confusion of Gibran's presumption that disturbed his feelings and thoughts.
Look at! If the thing that adorns the living room can scream, maybe you'll listen to the screams coming out of it. How not? Qiandra is so nosy about changing channels every second!
“Hah,” can exhaling be that heavy? Kalya curious! Unknowingly he began to get closer to the demands of his feet and curiosity.
“What's up?” search Kalya because she knows this strange behavior has nothing to do with her, proven now! For the first time for the girl to see Qiandra with a mimic like this. Between sadness, resentment, and regret. Ah just looking at it has made people confused, and more curious of course.
“I want us to go tomorrow Kal, how?” he said and was given a questionable look by Kalya.
“Tomorrow, why suddenly?” ask the girl to make sure. They have not prepared the need to go home, Qiandra should have an explanation for this request.
“Mmm, I want to solve that matchmaking problem soon. I do not like this misunderstanding to continue, I hope Gibran does not feel disturbed further.” Evidently.
“What happened?” ulik Kalya came back, I don't know she can't wait to listen. She stared at her best friend intensely with clashing brows, Kalya really wanted to know the Qiandra's mood through her complaints.
“Gibran was coming, and we were involved in a dispute. Time yes he accused me of having feelings for Aarav, but I only wanted to talk about an arranged marriage with him.” Chirps Qiandra with her face bent, even the pressure on the remote grew more domineering and made Kalya shudder. The poor remote! Ah skips!
“Why didn't you explain that to her?” overwrite Kalya, and manage to make Qiandra turn her head.
“This is my problem Kal, I just want to solve this before telling the truth about Aarav to him. You know I still have a hard time sharing anything with others?!” frustrated sighs filled their living room again, and Kalya? He listened without interrupting.
“Do you still think of Gibran as someone else for you?” checkmate! Qiandra shook her head, she forgot the truth that the man was no longer someone else for her.
“Alright, after this matter is over I hope you can better understand yourself especially Gibran's feelings. Get ready to leave tomorrow!”
Elsewhere, a man has spent hours sitting in a cafe. He chose the rooftop to let go of his current desperate sigh.
It was so late, even the night wind was getting rough and so greedy dominating to touch Gibran's skin. As his eyes lost the light, the man's fingers still continued to dance with the empty glass.
This was already an umpteenth drink, but the liquid that was so carefree slid freely into his throat did not even give any effect. Gosh, why isn't his thirst diminishing in the least?! Bizarrely.
He holds the phone to weigh something, “Meet me at the cafe that time!” after being confused, he finally decided to type the message and immediately tidied up his appearance. Yeah! Gibran had to take care of himself to welcome a girl, right? Slashing was not to flatter her, but to entice the girl to realize that she was not an option.
The wind grew increasingly haughty and cruel to stoning Gibran, his eyes weathered looking at the image of someone from the reflection of the moon. It feels like he summarized the story and found clarity with Qiandra, ahh.
Think of this as a cup filled with love and showered with intrigue. Doesn't that make feelings and relationships stronger and classy?
“You waiting for me?” the soft, made-up voice of a girl was so bad when it went into Gibran's hearing.
“Hmm sit!” sickens. That was what described his current appearance! Dandanan menor, minimal clothing. Gibran hopes that the night air is not polluted by the presence of the girl.
“What is it until you ask me to come? Don't tell me you missed me after an accidental meeting back then?” his dream was so carefree, the girl's eyes shone like a laser that instantly scanned every inch of Gibran's face. Why is everything in this man so precious? He wants to have it, he has to.
“Ck, why are you so confident. I didn't ask you to come but I told you to come here!” decakan and the man's sentence, making the twinkle of his interlocutor vanish was swallowed tightly by disappointment.
“Indira, I want to ask you. What's the reason you sent me these pictures?" he took out some photos and evidence from inside the brown envelope, and thrust it at the girl who suddenly tensed up instantly.
"You're telling someone to scout Qiandra and find out about me? Don't you have another job?! As long as I speak politely, stop interrupting by sending me pictures of this provocation.”.
If Gibran's words are like broken glass, his gaze can act as a sword. Can penetrate and tear anything, including this girl.
“A-what do you mean? I don't understand!” His tone was so worried, why was the man so careless. How humiliating!
“You're still evasive? Even if you hire people with skills as great as anything, it will still be smelled by me. The name of the carcass, can still be smelled. You know why? Because the carcass is so rotten and disturbing! So tell me, why are you so curious about my relationship with my girl."
"Why do you really like to make Qiandra look bad in the eyes of others?” given that every image sent by a hard-to-track number a few weeks ago sent Gibran a bloodbath, it took weeks to get a bright spot for this.
What Gibran said was able to silence Indira, he had already spent a lot of money on this. But why is it still smelling? Ah, she tied both her hands under the table. He's Indira! She is not a girl to be humiliated. And what was it, the girl? Qiandra?! Don't dream.
“I'm just helping you to see someone's bad side, Qiandra doesn't deserve you. She's not a good girl, you know? He's a pest, he's a parasite, he's a leech. The girl is only after your treasure, even her relatives do not want the presence of the girl .” Indira, he must still poison Gibran.
“Oh really?” gibran's fishing rod with his jaw hardened, he should be a good listener at the moment. Hearing how far the envy of this girl loomed!
“You know? She was a two-faced snake, Aksa turned away from her because she was having an affair with a man richer than her fiance at the time. Really am! I'm just helping you, what if your parents find out if you like a girl like her? Isn't that embarrassing!?” fiery chimpanzees.
Seeing Gibran go silent makes Indira jumawa, it seems like he managed to fill up the poison and dispose of the honey about Qiandra in the man. Qiandra Almira's? He can't have Gibran, won't! The pledge.
While whispering badly about the Qiandra, even the reproach was able to make people fall asleep. But Gibran, is he capable of making his heart rest? Ahh hopefully not.
