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The Immaculate Love 56

“Quinsha, where are you?” Not only Sherin and Aura are now busy looking for Quinsha, Rafardhan was looking for the girl as well. Because when he came out of the Image gallery Mustika— after completing his interests—the girl was no longer in Rafardhan's car. Though the man had clearly asked Quinsha to wait.

Rafardhan took his phone and tried to dial Quinsha's number, but could not. The man got out of the car, looked right and left, looked around and docked at a parking lot sitting on a wooden chair, while smoking a cigarette that is stuck between the index fingers.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Eh, Yes Mas.” The carpenter immediately stood up, as soon as Rafardhan approached.

“see, hijab-wearing women out of my car, no sir?” rafardhan asked while pointing at his car which was separated from the other car row. It is also the most luxurious among parked cars.

“Oh, that car.” The father remembered for a moment. “Eh yes, women wear brown clothes yes, Mas?”

“Iya right,” welcome Rafardhan quickly.

“Yes, he got out of the car, when Azan Magrib just now,” said the father.

“Where did he go, Sir?”

“Ke over there, Mas! Maybe to that mosque!” point him to a mosque across the street.

Rafardhan ggas followed in the designated direction, after having had time to leave a word of thanks first.

*****

Quinsha finally sat on the terrace of the mosque, after the footwear he was looking for, was not found. The girl leaned her head against the mosque pole while muttering softly. “It turns out there are interested in my shoes, even though the price is cheap and also not a new model.”

There was a sound of holy grail coming from inside. Quinsha closed her eyes permeating it. I don't know how long it has been, being in the same condition, until it feels like someone is sitting next to him.

Quinsha immediately opened her eyes, to see who the person who had disturbed her pleasure was.

“You?”

“Why get out of the car, not saying goodbye?” Rafardhan looked at the girl full of probing.

“I want Pray Magrib,” Quinsha says.

“At least, you can tell me first,” reprimanded Rafardhan with a look of dislike.

“Sorry, but I don't know, you are where,” reply Quinsha.

“Ok. Now, you still want to stay here or I'll take you home?”

“I don't want to trouble you,” says Quinsha.

“Then?” Rafardhan hung up his question.

“Can I borrow your phone? I'd like to ask you to pick up my driver.”

“Ya, my phone is off, law battery.”

Rafardhan did not immediately respond, he still stared at Quinsha for some jokes. Up, “if object, no papa,” says Quinsha. He understands Rafardhan is a famous atris, his privacy must be very guarded. So it was not an easy matter for the young man to lend him his phone.

Rafardhan did not answer. However, he immediately grabbed the phone from his pocket and gave it to Quinsha. “Contact your family! Tell me you're okay. Don't ask for a pick-up, I'll take you home.”

“Not bother! You must still have an agenda tonight,” reject Quinsha.

“This is to make up for your wasted time, because you still have to deliver me, some time ago,” said Rafardhan.

“Oh.” Quinsha only responded briefly. ‘It turns out he still remembers everything, sharp as well as his memory, in between busyness that must be very dense, he still remembers my speech at that time’ Inner Quinsha.

After Quinsha called her mother and told her that she was fine, and was about to go home with a friend, Quinsha handed Rafardhan's advanced iPhone back.

The man received his cell phone and immediately stood up. Quinsha also immediately descended from the terrace barefooted.

“Your slippers, where?” asked Rafardhan who saw that.

“No, may already be used people,” says Quinsha.

“Wear my shoes, want?”

“Eh, no need,” reject Quinsha fast.

“Or you wait here first. I'll buy you slippers at the nearest store.”

“No need,” prevent Quinsha fast. “Papa is like this. Udah near also ‘kan to car,” he added.

“Yakin?” Rafardhan looked at the girl fixedly.

“Yakin,” firmly Quinsha accompanied by a nod.

“Ok.” Rafardhan immediately turned his heel and stepped away from the mosque in the follow by Quinsha who stepped bowed within two steps behind the handsome young man.

As he stepped, Quinsha's mind wandered, remembering Rafardhan's attitude to him that seemed different. There were at least three kinds of attitudes that the young man showed him—according to Quinsha—'s assessment together. First as usual there is a seductive impression, when she offers her shoulder to lean on, and offers to be a boyfriend.

Second, the impression of dislike because it feels bothered when you have to look for Quinsha who came out of the car without saying goodbye. And third, the attitude of attention. When he had just offered his own shoes to wear, even willing to be bothered with his intention to buy shoes on Quinsha first.

Maybe because too often acting role art, then his ability to act, he applied in the real world. So that in a lag time that is almost the same, Rafardhan can show an attitude with the same impression.

I don't know, among the three attitudes that tend to contradict, which is the true nature of a Rafardhan Malik. Wallahu a’lam.

“Argh..!” Quinsha screamed stifled.