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The Immaculate Love 32

After getting a chat reply from Rafardhan's manager regarding the location of the Cafe they chose as a place to meet, Quinsha immediately approached Dimas who had been waiting for him to drive home.

“Pak Dimas, go home first yes, I still have events!”

“Loh, what event, Non?”

“There was a friend's appointment, sir. And I have permission umi too,” explained Quinsha.

“Oo, yes wes. If so I go home first, Non,” said to Mr. Dimas, who immediately got a nod from Quinsha. The beautiful hijab girl then called a taxi to take her to the destination, after Mr. Dimas and his car passed.

Upon arrival at the cafe, Qhinsha sat sweetly waiting. He kills time with a drink and a reading book.

Five chapters, from the title of the novel he read. And the cold drink he ordered was also almost half left. But what was waiting for has not yet arrived.

Back Quinsya saw his watch, it was already 30 minutes from the agreed time together. Quinsha let out a heavy sigh, there was a sense of annoyance that started to slip.

‘Not a great artist that really appreciate time yes, why they are even late like this’ Monologue Quinsha in heart.

He brought back his pair of eyes to examine each piece of writing from the novel he held, who had become a friend of the exorcist in waiting. Until then heard a notification from a handheld phone, Quinsha gashes noticed.

We'll be a little late, sorry.

It was a short chat from Adam, which made Quinsha take her breath in. ‘This time yes, if you want to meet a famous artist? Must be full of struggle. Tired in waiting’ Quinsha smiled to herself at the end of her monologue. Smile comforting, which apparently had to be patient again waiting.

“Gak papa awaited, while their delay can still be tolerated,” break. And back to busy yourself with reading. Quinsha carefully read every strand of beautiful sentences that formed the story of the novel, until it escaped his sight, there would be some people, he said, from fellow cafe visitors who were looking at Quinsha with a probing look then each other whispered to each other. Until then.

“Siang, Ma'am,” greet a woman standing in front of Quinsha. Then the attention of the girl turned from the novel that was being read, and looked at the woman who had greeted. There were three young girls who seemed to be the same age, standing in front of him and both of them were staring at Quinsha closely.

“Siang,” greets Quinsha with a look that is unfastened, offsetting the three people in front of her who are also looking at her closely.

One short question that was said from one of them immediately made Quinsha stuck. “Ee—“ he was not even given a chance to answer, because other women also said.

“I saw mbak, in the magazine with Rafardhan.”

“Iya, news about Mbak and Rafardhan is also on tv,” timpal the other woman.

“Mbak know Rafardhan where?” the other question comes again.

“What's Kyai's daughter's mother? Said Rafardhan was related to Kyai's son?”

“Ee I—“ and again Quinsha was not given a chance to answer. He was just in droves with questions but did not give time to listen to the answers. Upset, of course that's what Quinsha is now. Moreover, then he saw more and more people coming, and they pointed the camera phone at Quinsha. The girl immediately moved from her seat to leave.

But it is not as easy as thought, because those people are in all directions as if they do not give way. Quinsha was starting to panic. Plus the question of those who seem to be cornered.

Really, this kind of situation never existed in Quinsha's shadow. Unknowingly or accidentally, he was dragged into the life of a famous artist who every inch of his life was always a news story.

There were countless charges he received regarding photos accidentally taken by journalists at that time. And the most extreme thing is that now, where he is surrounded by Rafardhan fans, he is being asked a few questions and not given a chance to explain.

In an increasingly chaotic situation, suddenly there was a loud speech.

“Sorry yes, you are all wrong people. She's not Rafardhan's girlfriend, but she's my future wife.”

All pairs of eyes, not least Quinsha was equally pointing at the origin of the voice, seen a handsome young man barging through the crowd and approaching Quinsha. “Arfan?” quinsha's voice seemed to be in disbelief. Out of nowhere, Bayhaki Arfan is suddenly in the cafe and becomes the God of rescue for Quinsha.

Arfan nodded faintly. “Ayo Sha, we go from here!” take him and one hand immediately grab Quinsha's hand, holding her out of the barricades of Rafardhan's fans. They both saw the steps of the two who linked hands.