About Qiandra

Returnees

This feeling is getting dusty and creating scars, more traces to tell if it feels like a man. (yuliashafira14)

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A joyful hue brought a girl down the stairs with a beautiful melody, Qiandra's rhyme seemed to have a tone in every footing. Even Kalya who passed by the girl was able to feel the independence from the humming she was trying to enjoy alone. Free! Everyone has a radar to figure out the extent of the current wave of happiness that Qiandra is emitting.

“Are you so happy that Gibran is here?” kalya's question stopped Qiandra, she turned and re-aligned herself to face her sister to answer.

“I'm ordinary! Why indeed?” apparently with a smile that contains such a high sugar content, Kalya grimaced when presented with an expression that was opposite to the words of Qiandra just now. Just used to this expression? No way!

“Come to the living room, pity them if waiting too long.” Take it with great zeal, right! Impossible if he was ordinary with a tone that rose like this? Think Kalya.

The living room sofa in their palace was filled with two handsome men who were difficult to avoid charm, but only Gibran! only he had a Qiandra-like basin this early.

Kalya and Darel who saw the two spirits were only able to pouch their lips so as not to disturb the excitement of Qiandra and Gibran, their feelings were increasingly exploding until they were able to be heard by others at this time.

“Do you want to stand until noon? Come sit!” Kalya who was overwhelmed to see the two kasmaran people immediately acted to attract Qiandra to fill the empty space in front of the two men.

“What are you guys doing this early?” kalya asked curiously, she was also surprised when she got a message from her fiance about their arrival.

Darel glanced at Gibran hoping for the man to say something, as he was the one who forced Darel to sit here when the morning charmer had just displayed his bluish charm.

“I-tu, we want to take a walk. But don't know where to go. Can you be our tour guide?” gibran said stammeredly, he was just covering up the truth that he came this morning to see Qiandra. Hopefully, that reason was good enough to cover his alibi.

“This morning you guys want to go for a walk? Aren't you guys just at 7am, the new guys are going to have breakfast this time. But you guys are even taking us to go?” kalya said in disbelief and looked directly at Darel, but the man immediately turned his gaze towards the wall. Suddenly he wanted to count the number of lizards that were attached there.

“Darel is starving, so we all want to hitch a ride to breakfast. Didn't you see your fiance's face as pale as this?” Gibran directly cupped Darel face full of pity, “Heh?” the man did not believe Gibran's words just now.

“Look!” immediately he turned his best friend's head towards Kalya, in the heart of Darel who sacrificed Gibran was only able to curse on the plan without his consent.

“He's so pale isn't he?” Qiandra immediately nodded to justify Gibran's statement, “Sadden this man once!” Kalya who heard the response of the girl beside her was only able to gawk.

Hitchhiking breakfast, pathetic? Who the fuck did they say? Darel fiancee?! God wants Kalya to snap someone's head, the girl complained.

“There are guests apparently, let's go to breakfast first.” Papa Agam who was going to the dining table, immediately stopped his steps and headed straight for the living room when he heard the conversation.

“Iya om sorry to interrupt so early.” Without guilt Gibran first moved from his seat, and immediately aligned himself with Qiandra to catch up with Papa Agam who had passed.

“Why did he become like that?” Darel who saw the sudden change of his best friend was only able to stroke the chest hoping it could muffle his frustration, “They are really weird!” added Kalya.

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They want to go to some places with an impressive view in the city of Makassar. But alas, because it's a weekend so it makes a bottleneck at some point. So here they are. Losari Beach!

“How, do you like this beach?” ask Qiandra. His smile was still the same and like being reluctant to leave the girl, this was too wasteful for Gibran to miss, right? Sure was!

“Hmm, actually I don't like it very much. But when you're with the beach, not only love grows, but love and fear of loss. Beaches and any place it is, as long as there is you I have no reason to ignore it.” Gibran's eyes wanted to move elsewhere, but he had a hard time doing so. Qiandra, ahh this girl is indeed very enchanting.

“Gibran it's still too early for me to hear your chatter.” Qiandra grumbled with a smile that was even more revealing, strange. 

“Haha really? I thought you enjoyed it?” that nosy question was able to paint a reddish Qiandra, of course she felt ashamed of being discovered.

“Stop teasing me!” Qiandra replied and immediately turned her face away.

Downstream of the wind makes the mane of the girl dance without music, many pairs of eyes are also admiring the beauty of the assembly of the Power this morning. Like the waves of the sea that are not tired of chasing each other, Gibran also applies so when with Qiandra.

“Qia, I'll be back tonight with Darel. Do you want to come home with me?” said the man was filled with hope.

“Tonight?” obviously Qiandra couldn't believe it, if tonight why would she take him for a walk instead of getting ready? Her thought.

“I want to make memories with you before returning to Jakarta. The smallest thing, I wish there was only you.” Gibran said as if he knew what Qiandra was thinking, this man's words were always so sweet.

“What time is your flight?” Qiandra shook her head and refocused on Gibran's words.

“11 Nights.” answer.

“After this I will talk to Agam and Aunt Dyra to ask for their blessing, I want to take you back as the man in charge. Do you think I can do that?” Qiandra who heard Gibran's words was only able to be silent, she was happy and a little worried just that it was difficult how to express it. Can he start this with Gibran?

This man's earnestness was now able to tear apart the Qiandra's worry that started to crawl up, his serious gaze able to tear down the girl's sense of indecision.

“Qia!” call Gibran.

“Ya?”

“Can I do it?” pinta Gibran's. Qiandra smiled and immediately nodded, can she be this happy? Hopefully, his choice to be with Gibran is the right thing.

Qiandra is no longer possible to take shelter from the rain of Gibran's love, right? Well, from now on he'll enjoy every shade of it. Enjoying the touch and the beautiful rhythm when the speck makes a melodious pattern to whisper, the roar is engrossed in mentioning Gibran's name when it comes down.

Note: *Synonymous step tax.

*Something radar to detect.

*Synonymous hosts from the sky.

*Surai is hair.