Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 1

The day has gone into the afternoon. It's 16:30, it's appropriate that the phone doesn't stop ringing. There were several incoming messages from Sherin asking for her whereabouts. It was already an hour and a half late from the promised schedule.

If only, his heart was strong enough, his feelings were strong enough—when he heard the news of Arfan getting engaged—Quinsha did not need to spend more than an hour, to be silent without a word, to be silent, then cry without a sound and end lazily up as if the body without energy.

He rushed to the parking lot. It was obvious how dirty the driver's face was. Because he was also a victim of Quinsha Daneen's heartache. You have to wait for a long time inside, or next to the car. While the master's son still pulled over from the crowd and cried alone.

Unsettling.

There was a loud noise, but, disregarding it. There was a flash of light, and he didn't care. His gaze was focused on Mr. Dimas, who was standing beside his car with an anxious face. “Pak Dimas!” call Quinsha at a not so close distance.

“Masya Allah, Neng.” the middle-aged man looked so relieved, saw Quinsha who had been waiting for, stepping hastily towards him.

“Neng, where are you? Neng is fine ‘kan?”

“Iya, Sir. Thank God.”

Quinsha displayed a smile on her lips. That beautiful smile, he hopes will be able to remove the traces of tears on his face. “we go straight home, sir!” bring Quinsha. Making Mr. Dimas stop his attenuation who was staring at the beautiful face carefully.

How not, the pure white skin of Quinsha can not disguise the presence of red color in the nose, and puffy in both eyes, the remnants of the torrent some time before. However, Quinsha's invitation immediately resuscitated Mr. Dimas to immediately open the door for the lady.

“No need, Sir! Me alone,” prevent Quinsha.

Mr. Dimas nodded and chose to get into the car immediately, then sit where he should be, namely as a driver. Quinsha rushed to open the door, but not until his hand reached the handle, his body crashed quickly into the body of the car because of a push from someone who was either intentional or not. “Argh! “ the girl moans stifled.

Rather than seeing who had done the unexpected attraction, and had made himself a victim there, Quinsha chose to rub his head suddenly dizzy and as if spinning. It felt like one hand was holding her hand and helping her stand up straight. Then there was one more hand that rubbed his head that was covered with hijab. “Sorri, sorry, sorry I accidentally.” The voice of a man with a hunting breath as if being chased by something.

Quinsha immediately opened her eyes, and the pair of neutrals were almost perfectly rounded, when she saw a handsome face very close to her face. Quinsha quickly pulled over the body to get away. And his pair of eyes closed tightly, as flashes of light flashed several times.

“car in!” the male orders in a flat voice, but on his face tucked a smile that leads to Quinsha.

“Hah?” Quinsha jumped in surprise with one command that she thought was strange. Strange because there is no conformity. The man's face displayed a gentle smile but his eyes intimidated Quinsha into obeying her orders.

“Log in to the car, now!” the man repeated his command by adding emphasis to the word.

“What does it mean?” Quinsha was astonished. Feeling unfamiliar with the man who must have hit him and made his head wander and go around. Instead of apologizing, the young man gave him orders. Is it possible that Quinsha is trying to be kidnapped right now?

“Save yourself! Log in the car now!” the man again gave the order with a more ferocious tone of speech. But it was completely different from the facial expression displayed. On the face it still showed a smile. Is this guy playing acting? Then why involve Quinsha Daneen without notice?

The light hit both of them. The man clucked in annoyance, because the attitude of the woman in front of him who showed no understanding at all. He immediately opened the car door, and pulled Quinsha's hand half forcefully, bringing the woman into his car.

“What's up, Neng? Who's she?” dimas asked from the front in astonishment, seeing Quinsha enter the car not alone, but there was a handsome young man with him, sitting next to Quinsha and closing the car door quickly.

“Run the car, Sir!” The handsome young man gave an edict to Mr. Dimas who was still gawking in astonishment. “my friend he!” He said again by giving an eye signal to Quinsha. The woman herself ignored the young man's words. He was staring out the window of his car. There are some people who try to approach the car on board with a camera.

The cameras? And Quinsha just realized, if the flash of light flashed from earlier that hit him was a camera shot. Not a natural phenomenon as he thought. They are warthaw hunters. Then who are they pursuing to get the news? Is the young man beside her now? Who was he, why was he being chased by reporters? Is he a fugitive?

Those negative connotations instantly dominated Quinsha's head. This may be due to the dizziness that is still felt there. So that the attitude is not easy to be prejudiced in others. Quinsha also did not have time to think, if the usual pursuit of fugitives was not journalists, but police officers.

A pair of Quinsha's eyes were now observing the face of the man sitting not far beside her. That face is very handsome charming. Every stroke there is so perfect as a sculptured statue of a god. Her clean white skin looks well groomed and awake. And this handsome face, feels very familiar. But Quinsha's memory refuses to search, due to Mr. Dimas's interrupting question.

“Ke Aston Hotel, Sir.” The one who answered was the handsome young man, and not Quinsha, making Mr. Dimas turn his head for a moment and look at the lady.

“Which can give the order here, it's me,” Quinsha said firmly. His sharp gaze led to his interlocutor. Dislike is clearly drawn from there.

“I know,” briefly replied the handsome young man while staring at his watch. A well-known brand circular slick watch there. “I will redress everything,” he said again.

“Means?”

“I will pay.”

“This is not a taxi.”

The young man nodded. It seemed like he was in a lazy position to argue. Now he grabs the device from his pocket. A sophisticated iPhone latest output. “I will pay more than just taxi fare,” he said while his fingers are agile dancing on the screen of a sophisticated iPhone.

“Including my time, you can replace it?”

The man turned his head for a moment, taking a breath ready to give an answer. But unfortunately Quinsha had no chance to listen to his answer. Because the man's advanced cell phone makes his voice heard.

“Raf, where are you?” the question of a man from across there, which Quinsha heard quite well. It was the voice of Mas Adam, the first person who would have looked for the young man, if he had known he did not exist. And at the same time the first person to avoid, every time he wants to get his privacy.

“On the road,” said the man as he breathed slowly.

“Which way?”

“Gue don't know what this road is, Mas.”

“From anywhere, who are you with? Why come out unattached to me?” the question was upset and anxious at the same time was thrown from Mas Adam. It was already nothing new if he asked with an interrogating model like this. Compared to being an artist manager, Mas Adam seems more suitable to be a member of the intelligence agency alone. Because every question is unfinished before it reaches its roots. And don't stop until you get all the answers.

“Not enough, by knowing I'm fine, Mas?” the man seemed to still be in lazy mode following Mas Adam's question.

“OK. I'll pick you up. Which way?”

“No need. Bentar also nyampek.” And he immediately disconnected his phone quickly. Then look at the beautiful hijab girl next to him. “You want compensation in what way? Call it! I'm fullin,” he said. Connecting words that had been interrupted just now.

Quinsha rolled her eyes lazily. 'It's so arrogant of this guy' he thought. But getting a challenge like this, Quinsha is not the name if it does not serve. “Balikin my time that has been wasted, because I have to take you.”

The handsome man was silent. There was no surprise on her face, but Quinsha knew that the request was something she did not expect. Very clever he hid the surprise. The guy must be good at playing expression, maybe he's typical of people who take personality courses. Or, something like this is indeed part of the play that he must always play.

Quinsha quietly cheered in her heart. Almost a sentence pitched scorn will he let out. But the man's remark made his intention undo.

“Oke.” Just one word he said and now it was Quinsha's turn to be silent.

How dare this man, too, how can he restore the time that has been passed.

“How?” Quinsha couldn't help but ask.

“We'll see, later.” He gave a relaxed and confident answer.