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The Immaculate Love 48

“Quinsha wait!”

Arfan rushed over to Quinsha who stopped his steps after twice Arfan called from the porch of the house. Now the man was standing not far in front of Quinsha with a slight breath of breath.

“I'll take you, wait a minute yes, I take out the car first.” Arfan immediately turned the body.

“Not necessary. I want to go home alone,” Quinsha stressed.

Arfan looked at the girl again. “Just a minute, wait ya.”

“No. I want to go home by myself.” Quinsha said in an even more resolute voice.

“It's already afternoon, it will be difficult to get the shuttles at this hour. I just take it with me,” refer Arfan.

“if there is no taxi, I will walk,” break up Quinsha and immediately turn around again.

“Quinsha!” arfan's call again prevented his move. “You why the hell? I brought you here, so I have to take you back.”

“Hust?”

“Yes, it is my responsibility to bring you back, Quinsha.”

“Bring me back, you say? But can you restore my feeling of being okay?” Quinsha looked at Arfan with a pushy look.

“Means?” arfan murmured slowly.

“Uncomprehended ‘kan? I have guessed.” And Quinsha was about to turn back.

“Quinsha wait!” Arfan looked at the beautiful girl. “You're angry with me?”

“If I said, no. You believe?” Quinsha challenged Arfan's eyes, as if to show that there was anger in his gaze.

“I'm sorry, Sha,” pinta Arfan with low voice.

Quinsha shook her head slowly. “Nothing to forgive. You're not wrong. I was wrong to feel angry,” he admitted with a vibrating voice.

“Quinsha ... I...” Arfan chose to decide the sentence just like that, when in fact there are many things he wants to say.

Arfan. His voice became choked. His pair of eyes looked at Quinsha fixedly. His heart beats stronger.

“I accept Destiny, because it turns out you chose another name. But, every little thing from your attitude to me that can be said more than usual, it makes me misunderstand. Like earlier, you brought me here, you said you wanted to introduce me to your family. Can you imagine, what I had in mind ..”

QUinsha turned her gaze to another place, as one spot of clear flowing water, fell rolling on her clear cleft cleavage.

“Salah, I am telling you all this same now. Not the place, not the time. But I mean .. stop you being so caring to me. Let me successfully remove your name from my prayer.”

QUinsha immediately rushed at a faster pace, without giving Arfan a chance to answer.

The man himself was unable to prevent. Only his gaze accompanied Quinsha's departure in every step. His soul remained silent in fret.

“I'm sorry, Quinsha.” A short sentence was written from his lips. And then a line of sentences is only engraved in the soul.

‘I don't know what you feel. And I also often carry your name in my prayers. But I lost to my mother, who had already appointed one name for me. God is more willing to pray than my prayers. I'm sorry Quinsha’

Arfan was downcast, his intention was to ask Quinsha not to leave, or catch up with him and hold the girl's hand at this time. But something big is in the way, and it's in itself. ‘self-aware’ and ‘tau self’ will be the reality that exists today.

A beautiful girl in white hijab approached Arfan who was still standing in the middle of the yard. “Why can't Quinsha be sent home ,Mas?”

“He does not want,” says Arfan briefly.

“But it's afternoon. What if he doesn't get a cab?”

“Maybe he'll call his driver.”

Zahwa nodded and then looked at Arfan who was still looking at the courtyard fence. Where Quinsha's body disappeared. “Mas, Mas Arfan is still thinking huh?” ask Zahwa slowly.

Arfan only answered with a line of smiles while bowed for a moment.

“Mas, like on mbak Quinsha?” ask Zahwa further.

Arfan immediately looked up and looked at Zahwa with a fixed look. “What do you mean, ask so?”