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Chapter 11

“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?”

“Hah!” quinsha exclaims wonder. It was a real expression of shock on his face right now.

Arfan immediately pulled the phone out of his pocket. Fiddled with the screen for a while, then thrust the phone at Quinsha. “Astaghfirloh!” Quinsha immediately covered her mouth with her hands after seeing her picture with Rafardhan in a tabloid.

In the photo, Quinsha is standing next to the car with her head down. And one hand Rafardhan rubbed the head wrapped in hijab. You can imagine how close the position of the two in the photo.

Quinsha recalls that it was a picture of her being accidentally hit by Rafardhan, in a shopping mall parking lot. ‘Basic journalists, they have uploaded photos that have not been proven wrong and right’ Quinsha wrote in silence.

“That's my sister's subscription tabloid,” said Arfan, staring at the silent Quinsha as if he didn't know what to say. “That's it, right you, or not?” ask Arfan then.

Quinsha stared at Arfan for a moment unable to answer immediately. It was hard for him to deny that it wasn't his picture. He also realized that it was indeed a photo of Quinsha with Rafardhan. And he also remembered where the photo was taken by the reporters. But if he admitted it, he could not guess what Arfan would think. Therefore, Quinsha chose silence.

“Alright, if you are not willing to answer,” break up Arfan. Seeing Quinsha silent and reluctant, Arfan realized that he might be too curious about the privacy of the beautiful girl. But a huge question mark has been teasing him from last night. From the moment he found the photo in the weekly tabloid subscription.

Nor does Arfan know why he made such a goal to know the truth about Quinsha Daneen. They are not close friends, let alone close friends.

“It was me,” says Quinsha fast.

“Eh” is now Arfan's silent turn. I don't know, why there is a sense of disappointment at the bottom of his heart to hear this Quinsha confession. “Together Rafardhan?” asked Arfan like he wanted to be more sure. And, no one knows, if at the bottom of Arfan's heart is embedded hope that Quinsha will say ‘not’. But what did Quisha answer.

Arfan held his breath for a few seconds.

“that time we accidentally met,” explained Quinsha later.

“Then?” Arfan can't wait to know the story. And inevitably Quinsha also told the incident, with one hope that there will be no unwanted slander about him and the famous artist.

After Arfan died, Quinsha looked back and forth at his phone screen. Already wanted to call one number but undone, had typed the message but canceled. His intention was big enough to contact Rafardhan's manager, to ask about it. But given the way Adam spoke when he called, and the way Rafardhan behaved in the car, he hesitated to contact them now.

Moreover, they should have contacted Quinsha regarding Rafardhan's wallet left behind, but until now they did not give any news. For a big artist whose money savings are already countless, losing a wallet and its contents, may be something that is not worth thinking about. But what about the news that has been spread, do they also not mind?

Now that Quinsha is so angry herself, her gaze repeatedly leads to a photo of herself on the main page of the Tabloid deliberately left by Arfan.

Doubt and steadiness also approached him. Until then he arrived at the end of the decision point, that this news could not be allowed.

Quinsha immediately stood aside, and contacted manager Rafardhan. But three calls still no answer. Not losing his mind, Quinsha took Rafardhan's business card which was still neatly stored in his bag. But after careful attention, the phone number listed there, is a number that has three times not responded to calls from Quinsha. That is, it is Adam's number, not Rafardhan's personal number.

Quinsha again scooped her breath for the umpteenth. Sitting and then standing and then sitting again, he has been doing it repeatedly. But until now there has been no action to decide, after being unable to contact Rafardhan.

The only thing that made Quinsha feel calm was, when she remembered Arfan's words before she left. “Rafardhan's side must have known more about this news. And they certainly clarified. So you just calm down. This news will definitely pass,” said the man impressed to calm Quinsha who looks very uncomfortable.

Although a little calm, but the sense of regret can not be removed from the mind. If only he had realized then, if the man who was riding in his car was a great artist, Quinsha would have driven him out. So he doesn't have to accept this kind of problem right now.

But really, Qhinsha will be able to drive Rafardhan away then?

And that uncomfortable feeling kept embracing Quinsha's soul until the time to come home.