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Immaculate Love 49.

“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?”

“I just want to make sure, whether what I feel is wrong or right,” Zahwa said with a little avoid Arfan's eyes.

Zahwa can feel in the recesses of his heart, the presence implied in Arfan on Quinsha, and vice versa. That feeling he got, as long as Arfan's mother explained to Quinsha the purpose of bringing the beautiful girl to their residence.

At that time Quinsha, several times looked at Arfan with a difficult gaze to interpret. And at different times, Arfan did the same thing. The language of his second eye, not something that can be expressed by words, but can only be understood by taste. A sense, in Zahwa, that becomes full of question marks.

The question mark is getting stronger when you see Arfan and Quinsha interaction just now. Added to the departure of the girl who refused to be escorted, and Arfan who was still standing glued in place.

Naturally, if now Zahwa decided to ask. And what did Arfan answer to his question.

“And the certainty that I know now is only one. That you are my future wife, and soon we will get married,” break up Arfan. The remark immediately broke every ‘calon’ follow-up question that Zahwa would ask him again.

According to Arfan, discussing his joy at Qhinsha, it is no longer the time now. When he decides to get married, there should be no other name left. He considers the series of events yesterday, only one small opportunity offered by God for him to take or not.

What chance? Showing a little love for Quinsha. It's a test. This opportunity should be ignored. Until he did not need to hurt Quinsha's feelings, and he also did not need to feel hurt like now.

Remember, when we decide to believe something or leave something. God will certainly test, how strong our intentions are. More or less that is what happened to Quinsha Daneen and Bayhaki Arfan in this story.

But what about Quinsha who decided to go home alone from Arfan's house? while throughout the steps, her tears were dripping down on her fractured and broken soul.

*******

On the same day, in a different place. Alarick had to rub his face several times, after three times receiving the same report from his men. If their products are rejected again by retail stores that have long subscribed. With unreasonable reason—according to Alarick.

it says consumers are less like. Though from the results of the survey, its packaged tea products, always sell hard in the market, because it does not use artificial sweeteners and dyes.

As a result, goods accumulate in the warehouse, and the factory is threatened will not be able to produce some time in the future. What about the fate of the workers?

Every question Alarick always ends up being a question mark. It means you can't find a definite answer. Now the handsome man's face has been shrunken clothes that are not ironed for months. Sherin who saw it was so heartless. But on the one hand he can do nothing.

“Drink first, Mas!” Sherin handed her a glass of water that her husband immediately received and drank a mouthful. And put the glass down again.

“Do we not ask Damaresh for help, Mas? He would have held a big company, things like this, must have often faced,” Sherin suggested. Actually from last night he had wanted to propose so, but was afraid Alarik would not be pleased.

“Can also,” said Alarik after being silent some jokes with his thoughts.

Sherin smiled in relief, the cloudy look on her husband's face slightly lessened. “Mas just call him now. Aura said he was there every day, not anywhere.”

Alarick nodded in agreement, but not to mention he called the number of Damaresh there was one incoming call first. “Mas Rendi,” muttered Alarick saw a line of his caller's name on the phone screen. Instantly his face sparkled with pleasure. And the smile soon grew.

Sherin saw that with a thump. She remembered that Rendi was her husband Risa—kak Kanaya—The man called would definitely give news, regarding Alarik's request to meet with his son.

“Hallo Mas Rendi,”

**Yes hello Rick how are you?**

Okay, Mas. How is Rendi?

**Yes, I'm good too. Here's Alarik about your wish a few days ago yes ...**

Yes, Mas. How's it?

Alarik could not hide his tense face from pounding too hard to be anxious about the news.

**Your son is not yet ready to meet. He may still need time**

Pupus is Alarik's hope, like a withered leaf that falls. The dense cloud covered his face again which was cursory and cheerful. He was not even able to even just say one or two words, because of the disappointment that soaked the soul.