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The Immaculate Love 69

“Udah long wait?” Sherin's pretty face pokes out from behind the open car glass.

“Lumayan. Pretty tingling on my feet,” says Quinsha.

“Sorry yes, just now still chanting at SPBU. Yes, come in!” The door of the car opened from the inside, Quinsha's thump brought her body in and sat down beside Sherin, breathing a sigh of relief. A whole lot of gratitude echoed in the chest cavity, as it was finally able to leave for the Foundation just in time, and take a car anyway. Not ride the ojek Online as it is generally recommended.

In an overnight group chat, Quinsha found out that Sherin was going to town today for a purpose. The girl did not waste the opportunity to ask for a ride, because her private mount that was schooled, was still not finished, and had not returned to the cage.

“your face is pale Rin, lack of rest yes.” That was Quinsha saying after a moment of watching Sherin Mumtaza's face.

“Rest as usual, just lately, I often go to the Factory to help the workers. Pretty fun too,” Sherin bright with a pretty sparkling face happy.

“Finding busyness, for diversion yes?” qhinsha.

“Among them. But there are also many lessons I can take with them.”

“Excite yes, do whatever makes you like, especially if with it makes you wiser. But don't forget to rest. Well, your face is pale,” point Quinsha to Sherin's face.

“Still yes, attention ukhty fillah ku.” Sherin patted Quinsha's cheek.

“What factory now?” ask Quinsha a moment later.

“It's started to build.”

“oya? That fast? ... Yes, please, your husband is rich. It is not difficult, to rebuild the factory,” Quinsha cetus.

Sherin shook his head quickly. “Not entirely my husband's ability, but that's with the help of Aura's husband as well.”

What Sherin said was true. Just a day after the fire, Damaresh brings a friend who is an architect. Back then, Alarik was even very shocked by the swift actions of his nephew. But Damaresh said the factory should be re-established soon, so that workers do not lose their livelihoods.

And it turns out that the actions of Damaresh are not only limited to that, yesterday he invited Alarik to Jakarta. Exactly to the largest retail company in the country, for a contract signing of cooperation.

“What I hear, if Aura's husband is a reliable businessman, observant and genius he said,” Quinsha explained. Sherin nodded.

Furthermore, the conversation was stopped by questions from the driver Sherin who asked the direction of the road to the foundation Nada Hikam. Quinsha immediately explained in detail and light.

“What time will you be home, Sha?”

“Normally above one.” hour

“Call yes, later I ask Mr. Udin to pick up.” Sherin gestured to her driver in front.

“Ah no need, I don't want to bother. Where do you know when my car is finished,” reject Quinsha.

“Udah phone workshop?”

Quinsha shook her head while holding her breath. That's actually the problem. Quinsha yesterday did not have time to ask Rafardhan, to the workshop where his car was schooled. The girl's been calling Rafardhan since last night, but her phone never got an answer.

Even this morning, Quinsha repeatedly called the number of the famous artist, always the same information he got. An explanation of the mobile operator that tells, if the number to which it is addressed, can not be contacted.

“Loh? Why not call, Sha?” ask Sherin astonished.

“Iya, because I don't even know, where the workshop address is, let alone the phone number.”

“kok can? Indeed who brought your car to the workshop, who?”

“Rafardhan,” says Quinsha slowly.

“Rafardhan? That artist?”

Quinsha nodded with a grimacing face, her feelings had been able to catch the bullying signal from her best friend after knowing about this.

Finally, Quinsha had to tell everything in detail without anyone missing, from the moment his car dodged, Zahwa's arrival with Arfan and Quinsha's desperate call, when he saw Adam passing by.

Sherin did not immediately respond, even though Quinsha's speech was complete. He still looked at the face of his beautiful friend with a smile.

“I suspect you're looking at that, Rin,” ringis Quinsha.

Sherin laughed crisply. “I was just thinking, maybe after your heart is off of Arfan, now will move on to a famous artist.”

“Gak,” replied Quinsha quickly, even accompanied by a strong belt. “I read quotes on instagram account. Gini's words, Lord, if I'm going to fall in love again, then fall in love with someone I can have. Because of the heartbreak, it's not an episode I want to repeat."

Not only to tell what he has read, Sherin understands that Quinsha will apply it in his life. The pain of his love for Arfan is still not over. Where maybe the heart that is still injured because of love, will be able to accommodate another love, especially for a love that can be said to be impossible.

“Sick, you know, Rin. Trapped in a no-man's love story. The pain is still, it cannot be defined,” Quinsha explained.

“Don't tell me about it, Sha. I'm more pious than you,” Sherin said.

“Wah yes, I forgot that we have the same fate.” Kekeh Quinsha, and Sherin followed.

Finally they arrived at the Nada Hikam foundation, after passing through several conversations with various articles. Quinsha went down the street in front of the foundation, after greeting and waving her hands, the beautiful girl breezed into the courtyard.

QUinsha immediately lowered her gaze, pretending not to see when she was about to cross paths with someone. But instead Arfan greeted first.

“Quinsha new coming?”

“Ya.”

“I think you've come from earlier. Because I see the car is already in the parking lot” explained Arfan.

“My car?” Quinsha showed a look of wonder.

“Yes, the!” point Arfan on Quinsha's beloved white car that is almost 24 hours does not decorate the view.

Quinsha hastened over, watching and researching. It's true that it was his car. But the question now is, who has brought this car to the foundation.

While Quinsha was wondering in wonder, it suddenly sounded a question from someone. “Mbak Quinsha Daneen yes?”

“Ya, right. Who is it?” Quinsha looked at the man she had never known carefully.

“I'm a workshop worker who brought a car, Ma'am here,” replied the man.

“Oh.” Quinsha immediately understood the situation. “So how much does it cost, Mas?” he immediately asked.

“Already settled, Mbak payment.”

“Have been paid? Who paid?”

“At the name Rafardhan Malik.”

QUinsha was instantly speechless. In his head was nominally. The nominal debt owed to Rafardhan must be paid. Hopefully the monthly salary from Nada Hikam, enough to pay off all debt dependents.

“Rafardhan Malik's, the famous artist yes, Ma'am?” ask the workshop guy who woke Quinsha up from the daydream.

“Iya.”

“What is Quinsha's girlfriend Rafardhan?”

“Not, Mas. I am his wife,” Quinsha said. That's what the girl feels every time she gets that question. Finally he answered me carelessly.

Be careful, Quinsha. Hope your answer doesn't matter later.