About Qiandra

Longing

They continued to clump about longing, reciting the temple while remembering his shahdya. (yuliashafira14)

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Finally, the surprise-filled dinner was over. And for Aarav's return, accompanied by an apology and thanks by Papa Agam and Mama Dyra. After which, the two middle-aged old men headed straight for their rooms. Both of them, like intentionally wanting to make room for their two beautiful princesses at this time.

Qiandra and Gibran, a pair of different humans, are relaxing in a flower-filled garden. There are also some small trees to add to the impression of beautiful shade, they are spoiled by the beauty of flowers in the moonlight, huu seems romantic right? But unfortunately. 30 minutes have passed, and it ends up free without the voices of Gibran or Qiandra.

These guys, why is it so bad to appreciate the atmosphere. Look, because the silence that is being created makes both of them an interesting spectacle for insects that are neatly lined up in tree branches. It was as if they were whispering about the foolishness that the humans were doing in front of them!

But wait! Aren't you wondering where Kalya and Darel went? Let me tell you, the silly couple is monitoring Qiandra and Gibran from the balcony. They make the distance so that the two people who look jaim down there have trouble smelling the scent of surveillance, wah compact couple is not it? Substantial.

“Qia,”

“Gibran.” The call was spoken at the same time, the eyes of the two clashed together and hoping that one of them would say something. Yet, silence dominated. Holy hooch! They are good, aren't they? Quiet and sound compactly.

“You first!” gibran said, he was hoping that the beautiful girl would unravel some things that really need an explanation. 

“I know you brought Darel here, why don't you wait for me and follow me?” barbarically. Qiandra's eyes were filled with light now, it was inevitable that the girl was indeed happy to see Gibran. It's just, he wanted to know the contents of the man's head until he came when his company needed him and Darel.

“I want to pick up my love, are you not happy to see me coming?” gibran replied, this is not seduction. But really, that sentence had indeed been coupled with his feelings all this time.

Qiandra staked out the man's expression as she said that thing, khmm enough to embarrass him half to death. The seriousness and handsome face of Gibran even made the girl more wrong, ahh he had to spread his gaze so as not to be discovered.

“I'm serious Gibran, so don't joke.”  Throwing with eyes that are deliberately made to explore to look for the existence of crickets that suddenly scream melodious somewhere, if staring at Gibran he could drown when just starting a conversation.

“Who is joking? I did come to pick you up and apologize for the incident in the apartment that night.” Gibran's refutation was like a magnet capable of attracting the interest of the Qiandra.

“Why didn't you say in the first place, if the man you were betrothed to was Aarav?” continued curious.

“I also just found out the guy was him the night you came to the apartment, I had dinner with him to talk about our matchmaking problems. I was planning on telling you after it's all done, are you disappointed?” qiandra's beautiful face began to be taken over by guilt, she should be more open to the man who acts as a lamp in the dark.

Gibran stared inside the Qiandra, he had to kill the presumptuous feeling of guilt plaguing his girl without permission. He then smiled with a right hand that gently stroked the head of Qiandra.

“Why did you reject Aarav? He's handsome, well-established, and it looks like he likes you too.” Qiandra looked at the man, did she really not know why Qiandra had rejected him? You are insensitive!

The girl took a breath, did she have to say. /”How can I accept it if you have filled my heart and left no room for anyone?/” should Qiandra answer like that? Ah no-no! it's embarrassing, isn't it?

“I don't like it,” is just that sentence that escaped the girl's tiny lips.

“Then who do you like?” Gibran! Can't he feel it? Why even ask? It sucks! 

Gibran Angga Wijaya has made the feeling of Qiandra lost, even his charm also ensnared the girl. He even behaved sweetly and kept teasing the Qiandra ketentram. So, does it make sense to ask who he likes?! Ck.

“No!” the juteknya, and so lived Gibran. Yes, he only meant to tease Qiandra. And? It worked! He caught the shitty guy's bait.

“I'll be in, you still want to be here?” sela Qiandra's. He stood up from his seat, a sense of annoyance instantly creeping up while talking to Gibran. He wants to finish their conversation!

“I miss you!” reply Gibran, just two words. But managed to force his attention when he was about to step, Qiandra's beautiful eyes turned back and collided with the earnest neutrals of the man who stood not far from him.

“I miss you Qiandra, don't go without my permission again.” Deuteronomy, he approached to brush off the distance that was torturing him when he was about to reach this beautiful girl.

Gibran is getting closer and more! He stroked back the head that protected the beautiful dangling hair, he then turned to touch the delicate face of Qiandra who had picked up the twilight hue with the back of her hand. The girl was silent, my God. 

Qiandra's feeling had been snatched away by the tickling feeling in her chest, it was already night and she was outside. Why is he standing in the middle of the desert? He's really hot! May Papa and Mama be asleep, Qiandra hoped.

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Morning welcomed Qiandra, her bright smile was now so arrogant as the sun was approaching. He met Gibran last night, but why was the meeting unable to dispel his longing this early.

“You're up?” a message came in, and again made a Qiandra smile rise. Perhaps soon this house will be covered by the color of the girl's happiness! 

“Iya,” answer.

“Then get ready soon, I wait for you below.” Qiandra flinched, waiting downstairs? Is Gibran here? Qiandra wanted to ask back but urgently, she had to get ready as the man was waiting for her.

How could she let the guest miss wait so long, well. Gibran's arrival this morning was quite angling for the Qiandra, this miss was so wild when searching for its owner. The girl's feelings took Gibran's face to the throne, how could he possibly be able to silence the gentle pounding on his heart. Missing is like this, always gives a gap to meet.