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The Immaculate Love 52

“How much longer, Rafardhan handsome?” Adam combined two things in his words, praise and annoyance. Because he had waited almost an hour, but the foster child had not yet come.

Been called many times, but Rafardhan only said ‘iya, soon to be’ again and again, just that sentence again.

“Gue don't want to know yes, half an hour, you haven't come, I picked you up using ambulance,” Adam threatened. Rafardhan was silent, because the manager had broken the connection. The man took off the earphones from his ears and threw them in any direction.

His gaze refocused on the road to be passed, ahead there. Although it has received threats to be faster than Adam, but Rafardhan actually more relaxed forward his car. Sometimes his eyes looked to the left, like he was looking.

About 500 meters ahead, there is a sign that says coffee shop. Rafardhan's red lips instantly formed a smile, when he found what he was looking for. Being quiet with himself was what he wanted right now. The thing after this, Adam wants to make a speech, or preach, that's business later. The important thing is that he feels his own calm. A drizzling afternoon with a glass of coffee, must be very steady.

But before his car landed on the coffee shop grounds, his gaze first landed on an apparition that he was very familiar with.

A veiled girl stepped gontai in the middle of the drizzle. Not only the point of rain alone is seen on a soft cloth that covers the head and the top of the body, but the soft hijab is already like poured water from the sky alone, so wet.

Rafardhan pointed the car right next to the girl and stopped after honking first. Hurry he got out of the car without wearing a mask first—wear the mask it has become his habit every time to be outside without a manager— escort because as a famous artist, whose face is very familiar, his face is very familiar, do not rule out the possibility, if everywhere meet fans.

“Quinsha!” call Rafardhan to the girl whose veil is soaked.

But the owner of the name did not hear, he just continued to step with a sham, and did not care about the atmosphere around.

“Quin, wait!” call Rafardhan once more, and this time the young man immediately stood in his way.

The girl looked up, staring at who had blocked her path. It's true that Quinsha. He looked at the man in front of him with a stern look.

“Where are you going?” ask Rafardhan. Quinsha.

“Where is your car?”

Quinsha nodded back.

“Whose are you with?”

And once again Quinsha just shook her head. As if the head covered with hijab is a robot that has been programmed to always respond in the form of a head tilt whenever someone invites him to talk.

Rafardhan looked at Quinsha's face. Something was strange about the girl. There is a blanket in the frame of his eyes that always stare flat.

“kamu why? Tumben you lost your vocabulary when you met me?” rafardhan asked as he rubbed his face and hair slightly wet with a tissue.

Inaudible Quinsha gave an answer, making Rafardhan turn to the woman sitting not far beside him in the car. The girl still showed the same expression as the first time.

“Hei!” Rafardhan shook his hand in front of Quinsha's face. Then the girl showed her shocked expression.

“Are you ok, Quin?"

“Ya,” replied Quinsha briefly and immediately switched the face.

“Thank God,” says Rafardhan relieved. He had thought that the girl who was with him was under the influence of hypnosis, because he saw his expressionless face and his implied gaze. Plus Quinsha was on foot, under another drizzle. But as far as Rafardhan knows, Quinsha everywhere always use a car, every go and go.

“You story? I listen,” bargain Rafardhan. Lost his desire to coffee. He felt more curious about what Quinsha was going through.

“No.” Quinsha shook her head slowly.

“Ok, if so I take you home.” The man immediately started the engine of his car and looked back at Quinsha before the wheels of his iron horse rolled. “It is better to dry your hijab first, I have some equipment behind.” Rafardhan gestured with his head to the car seat in the back.

“No need,” reject Quinsha in slow voice.

“You're very wet, Quin. Can catch wind.”

“Gak papa,” sahut Quinsha brief. The girl was in a state that seemed to be completely indifferent to her now. I don't know what storm is hitting him, Rafardhan thought.

The wheels of the car have been rolling through the streets that penetrated the evening, interrupted by an inviting drizzle. Silence adorned all the way, although now Rafardhan was not alone. Quinsha who does not want to get out of the comfort zone with what is being felt, to deny everything around. And Rafardhan also did not want to dive in the waterhole, where Quinsha is now swimming.

So the silence that exists, becomes a real distance between the two, even though they are sitting together.

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Gnarling..

foreign language sentence.it should be in italic yes, but I have a little problem with the device I use, in the italic type section.