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The Immaculate Love 37

“Lho, Sister Quinsha, has Rafardhan left?” Ask Lila who just came out of the office and saw Quinsha alone.

“Yes, Mbak.”

“Yah!” Lila patted her eel. “Newly I want to ask for a signature and a photo together, he's gone,”.

Quinsha only glared at Lila at a glance, before deciding to rush over immediately.

“Do I ask for a signature on Mbak Quinsha only yes, as a representative of Rafardhan? ‘Can you guys pair?” seductive lila with a smile. “If not now a pair, maybe one day,” he added.

“Mbak Lila ..”

“No papa, Ms. Quinsha. Having a relationship with an artist was, not a mistake,” advice Lila.

“Yes, I know. But Rafardhan and I have nothing to do. Not now or later,” firmly Quinsha.

“Eh, don't precede destiny, you know,”

‘Destiny? He brought fate? What the fuck? If true, I am destined to Rafardhan, I will reject that Destiny with prayer’. Quinsha murmured in his mind only.

Quinsha's decision refers to a hadith, narrated by Tarmizi, Hakim, Ahmad and Ibn Majah. Sailuddul Qodhro illa bi ad duai. That is, it cannot change Destiny, except by prayer.

"True, Sister Quinsha, do not precede Fate," said Risma. know-how he was standing behind Lila. "In this world there is something infinite power, which we can never fight. That is the power of God's Destiny" added Risma.

"Yes, I know. But between me and Rafardhan it's okay.you guys just misunderstand."

"If there's nothing, there's no way he's gonna make it here. He is a famous artist, his time is very busy. It's not possible to spend time in the middle of his busy life, if not for something that means a lot" said Lila. This is definitely the opinion of most people.

Quinsha was silent, she also felt tired to explain. Because every explanation will be denied. Because they already have their own judgment that does not want to be straightened out.

"If Ms. Quinsha doesn't want to, for me only," he lapsed.

"May," replied Quinsha, and immediately bailed away with a greeting.

Next the girl breezed towards her car which was waiting for the lady in the parking lot.

“Already, Non?” ask Mr. Dimas and immediately take the initiative to open the door. Quinsha refused with a hand gesture. He hurriedly opened his own car door, and found a bouquet of flowers on the chair he used to sit on.

“That was someone who was loving, Non. A female. He said it was for Non Quinsha, yes I put it in his chair, Non,” replied Mr. Dimas.

“Female?” quinsha muttered questioningly while he was busy guessing, but it led to sheer futility, because it remained ignorant, it was from whom. Finally Quinsha gave up and immediately asked, “Who, Sir?”

“Do not know, Non. I think Non Quinsha knows.”

Mr. Dimas' answer left Quinsha astonished. While he was silent in thought, a message on his phone sounded. A chat is sent using a private number.

Love the flowers, huh?

QUinsha flinched and immediately circulated her gaze in all directions, but nothing suspicious could be caught by the tip of her eye. The girl immediately typed a reply message.

This who?

And it didn't take long, the message was read, and soon an answer was sent to him.

Your future priest.

Quinsha immediately clucked in annoyance and emotion, realizing that someone was terrorizing her like this. With trembling hands from holding back the anger he typed out a reply again.

Don't play games! Show me who you are!

And this time the message from Quinsha was read only and there was no reply. For a while the girl waited without taking her eyes off her phone screen. Stepped out of Quinsha's attention a mercy car was about to pass near the girl who was standing near the car with the door open.

The luxurious white-colored magnetic surprised her with a honking sound once it had been right beside Quinsha. The beautiful hijab girl turned her head, and her gaze saw the side glass of the passenger part of the car that was open. Her face came from there. A man's face covered with a mask.

“Rafardhan,” Quinsha murmuring.

The man's hand waved briefly before the car's glass immediately closed along with his speed that shot quickly left the courtyard of Nada Hikam's foundation.

The atmosphere of annoyance in Qhuinsha who had just evaporated, has now doubled.

‘So this is Rafardhan? She who has sent this flower’. Monologue Quinsha with a sharp look at the car that seemed to disappear.