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Chapter 10

What Quinsha dislikes the most when it comes to foundations, is meeting with Bayhaki Arfan. At least, this feeling had prevailed since a few days ago. From the facts he knew about the man.

Previously, Bayhaki Arfan was one of the reasons Quinsha was always excited every time he came to teach. Although they rarely greet each other, they only exchange short smiles when they cross paths. But that's enough of a great mood buster for a Quinsha Daneen.

Now, everything has changed. Although the change is still limited to the determination embedded in Quinsha. Because if in the true heart, it is not easy for him to change the course of love, it is not as easy as saying determination in a word.

Tapi hari ini apa yang terjadi? Bayhaki Arfan yang menempati urutan teratas dari deretan nama yang ingin dihindari, justru datang menemuinya. “Assalamualaikum, Quinsha Daneen,” sapa lelaki tampan yang berdiri di seberang meja kerja Quinsha itu.

“Wa-waalaikum greetings,” Quinsha says with a little nervousness. Nervous because he did not think that Arfan deliberately came to greet him. A few minutes ago, when he saw the man talking to his fellow male teacher at the door of the office, Quinsha immediately busied herself with the student's books. And he took his ear from all the other fellow teachers who greeted Arfan. Pretending not to care, that's the attitude you choose. It turned out that even Arfan was standing before him now.

Arfan and Quinsha did teach in the same foundation, but in different agencies. Arfan in MA, while Quinsha in Mts. Both are not in the same office.

“I'm interrupting ya?” asked Arfan, for the sake of seeing Quinsha just silence after answering his greeting.

“Ah no. Is Akhi any interest with me?” Quinsha immediately asked politely, it seemed like she was starting to be able to control herself now. Don't ask how much you feel. How fast and how hard, it's a good thing that other people can't hear.

“Yes, I want to convey something to, Ukhty,” replied Arfan—Akhi-Ukhty it was his second call from since at the Darul-Falah pesantren.

“Please sit!” point Quinsha with your thumb toward the chair in front of her.

“I just want to convey this, Quinsha,” Arfan said as he offered an invitation. The man deliberately changed the name ‘ukhty’ into a name only, so as not to seem stiff.

QUinsha accepted the invitation in the form of a simple white paper and read the front cover. Not Arfan's wedding invitation letter, but a reunion invitation from Darul-Falah boarding school. “I can leave it to you too, an invitation for Sherin Mumtaza?” ask Arfan then.

Quinsha nodded briefly. “All invitations to Malang city secretariat, Akhi who holds?” the woman deliberately did not change her calling, as Arfan did to her, because he did not want to seem more familiar with the man now.

“Not everything. But for three people,” replied Arfan while making an invitation on behalf of Sherin Mumtaza. “For Aura Aneshka is also on me. But she doesn't live in this city ‘ right?”

“She is in this city too,” Quinsha says fast.

“Then, an invitation to Aura will be sent to my friend. Can be tipped on you also ‘kan?”

“Can.”

Arfan nodded with a smile. All his interests are done. Quinsha hoped that the man would soon retreat from before her. But Arfan was still staring at the woman in front of him, as if there was something that had not been resolved. “I can ask you something?”

“You ask what?” Quinsha asked back quickly. At this point the pounding is back up. He can already guess—from Arfan— body languageif what will be talked about is a matter of privacy.

“You know a very famous young artist now? Rafardhan Malik?”

“Oh.” The hidden Quinsha sighed with relief in her chest because Arfan's question was not what he thought it would be. (What do you think, Quinsha)

“Only know,” replied Quinsha briefly.

“Ngefans yes?” tanya Arfan accompanied by a smile. Quinsha shook her head and immediately threw a glance in any direction. Because the fleeting smile from Arfan as if lightning hit his heart, and produced a strong pounding back. ‘So strong is his charm in my heart’? Quinsha's complaint in the heart.

“Sorry yes, Quinsha. I don't want to interfere in your personal affairs. I was just bertabayyun, about a photo that I saw,” said Arfan for the sake of seeing Quinsha reluctant to answer.

“What photo?”

“Photos you.”

“My photo?” Quinsha slightly frowned. “Where does Akhi see my photos?”

“So you don't know, huh?” Arfan asked back. Quinsha. His look implies ignorance. “You don't know, your photo is the same artist in a tabloid?”