About Qiandra
Wave of Love
The thick bitterness thrust was increasingly stifling, dominating even skinned the niche and his confidence. (yuliashafira14)
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The roar of steps back sounded and increasingly dominate the glittering marble that became the footing of the Garden Residence, Gibran's stunning smile re-expanded when tracking some of the corners that are mingled and trace because of the previous valuable figure.
Aye! Gibran had just returned after delivering Qiandra a moment ago, the jet-black netra looked around and immediately sent a signal to his brain to replay their brief debate before the girl's departure. And, his smile was further dashed by longing. The tempest that was so haughty when it came and thoughtlessly hit even tortured him mercilessly, this feeling was so adept at teasing Gibran's evil nadir on purpose.
The man switched over immediately, landing his hand to touch the dark-colored dining table that had brown tarts on it, look! This tart was playfully as if without a burden. Gibran shook his head because he had thought so, huft could go crazy if he was like this.
After securing his tart into the refrigerator, Gibran's mind wandered back without permission. Bareback on the incident when he was driving a car to drive his puja, He'em. When the Qiandra talked more and talked more than usual, of course it all sounded like the love humming of an angel to Gibran.
But his girl's carefree chatter suddenly came to a halt as they arrived right at the Sky Apartment parking lot that Qiandra occupied, was the distance of their residence indeed this close? Or that man who enjoyed their company so much that he did not heed the warning of time?
I don't know! but clearly, Gibran felt the time rolled so fast if with this girl. Even the nicks of the memories in their story had not felt enough to be strung together intact in the frame in the corner of Gibran's heart, If it continues like this it is not impossible for him to immediately bring the Qiandra sitting in front of the ruler.
Yaya, even Gibran did not care about the presence of Kalya at that time. They were too focused and immersed in the farewell greetings, weren't the two still able to meet after tonight? But why was the farewell done as if they would not meet for a long time?! Gosh darn.
Even Kalya who witnessed their scene, had to try to swallow her desire to laugh and vomit simultaneously. Ah basic!
“I had to immediately bring my girl to visit the main house, whether since when I had difficulty if I did not see her, I never thought if she really liked to sway arbitrarily in my mind.” Gibran's smile grew louder as he muttered, don't be asked how he looked now. What was clear, she was already prepared to compete with the spring flower petals because it was so stunning.
The moonlight out there is increasingly crawling up, even the clock is clinking faster to touch the number two in the morning. The air temperature tonight was increasingly selfish and impressed antagonists to master the man's masculine body, the distance that stretches makes Gibran again throw a longing at his girl. A beautiful smile and a Qiandra temperament that was different from the other girls, always ushered the man in an endless edge of love.
He had just wanted to rest, but the feeling of longing had clouded his mind. Ahh that girl always dominates every lane in Gibran's body! He needs to rest his body from everything about the Qiandra, otherwise? The girl would increasingly shower him with indiscriminate attacks because of her sincerity. If it's like this, then the Gibran net will be even harder to close. Bathing may be the solution, he must make himself as comfortable as possible to get quality sleep.
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“You won't be full if you just stare at your food,” said Kalya who watches over Qiandra. His best friend was like he was having a fight with Beef Curry with his order salad, a bright face and a sweet smile Qiandra suddenly parted when Darel said Gibran would not come this afternoon.
His beloved man had to pick up an important person at the airport, but what made the girl even more careless was Gibran who did not tell him. Is it that hard to send a message?
“So he looked so rushed when he received the call, I think Gibran had something urgent. You don't have to think about useless things!” overwrite Darel when he sees the girl's jitters.
“True, you eat!” connect Fahar.
Fahar's? Yes, the man had just returned after finishing his work. A handsome face and a friendly attitude add value to a Fahar if you want to ensnare girls. But, he was not even that kind of man Qiandra who would definitely not be entangled with Fahar's attitude. Since it was clear to him, no figure was able to occupy the corner of his heart if talking about it other than, khmm ... Gibran. Haha basic!
Without rebuttal, Qiandra resumed or rather started eating her with a hint of melancholy. Until Kalya's voice steals the attention of others, Qiandra is no exception.
“Drama begins,” murmured Fahar and successfully triggers a Qiandra smile.
“Of course it's the hardest thing for me, not seeing you at work alone makes me nervous. How can you torture me even more with a lonely night when you come home?” Qiandra and Fahar who heard the response suddenly choked jama’ah, come on! The couple that was in front of them at this moment was completely exaggerated.
Wait, why does he feel dejavu? Is he also like Kalya when he is with Gibran? Thought Qiandra. If yes, that is embarrassing. Aish!
The girl looked back at her friend who was smiling shyly and occasionally flanking her mane behind her ears, not wanting to let Darel through the graceful scenery that Kalya deliberately created. Qiandra shook her head and scratched her temple which was suddenly amused, ckck seemed like the flower garden in Kalya's heart was blooming because of Darel's response.
Suddenly Qiandra shuddered considering his attitude if with Gibran, hopefully not like this. His mind!
“They are really childish,” murmured Fahar but enough to reach the other hearing.
“I hear you,” replied Darel without taking his eyes off the idol.
“Basic singles,” added Kalya. Ahh, suddenly the small heart of Fahar seemed to be touched by something invisible.
"When are you gonna say it?" darel asked suddenly, Fahar who deliberately did not want to respond to the conversation was only stunned for a while.
"What do you mean?" the answer is plain.
"What sense of sensitivity are you playing hide and seek? Why do you always avoid this discussion?" Tukas Darel, the man propped up his chin with a flat expression.
"If it's hard to rain on a paddled girl, then you won't be guilty of dragging her along and feeling how beautiful the rinai you're throwing for her.” Darel said with sarcasm and seriousness, he hopes that Fahar is able to love someone normally without fear to cross the safe line that has been his shield.
“Do you have someone you love?” kalya's curiosity suddenly tickled her to ask, Fahar who suddenly became the axis of course had trouble answering.
“Answers!” qiandra urged enthusiastically considering Fahar is a closed man, in contrast to his two best friends who openly expressed their love. Hearing Fahar's confession in person, was something rare for him and Kalya.
“Hmm .. but she likes others and I don't want to ruin our friendship because of my feelings for her,” shepherded Fahar and greeted Darel's snort.
“The man didn't even see her as a woman!” sindir Darel who seized the attention of Kalya and Qiandra, did not stop the confusion was entrenched in the minds of the two girls and was clearly drawn through their gazes.
“What's wrong with loving someone who likes another man? Even the clarity of the status of the two is not final, isn't that the most important thing? The wrong thing is when you cheat in fighting for it. Don't say love someone if you haven't really wallowed in the real combat realm yet" Overwrite Qiandra with a sweet smile.
"And as for pain and rejection, isn't that a crossroads to go through before you get to your destination? I think you need to study with Darel and Gibran!” Continue and be called Kalya.
Hygiene ...
"Should it?" Fahar.
True, love becomes an ocean that holds even inundated by various kinds of emotions. Can't we curb the growing feelings? Afraid of not returning? Hey, that's a commonplace thing. At least we end up with a sense of grandeur, even we gain value aesthetically because it managed to get out of the vortex of anxiety because it harbored too long.
Note: *Nadir is the lowest point
