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The Immaculate Love 97

The night begins to pass through the middle point. The goddess's carriage of the night had rattled away from the throne. Soon time to pick up early in the morning, then slowly change in the morning.

But the pair of eyes was still reluctant to close, even though the fatigue felt cramped. How many times the sleep prayer is said, how many tens of times is also the prayer recitation chanted. But still, unwilling to come. And sleep also does not want to see.

Quinsha sat back on the head of the bed. Her long, ragged hair was gently waved by the air from the air conditioner. He rubbed his tired face with both hands. And the name of the Lord is called in a long breath.

If earlier he smiled so cheerfully, act so calm, when giving understanding to Firda—uminya— who had been shaken, shaken, because just saw the news of the artist who displays the closeness of Rafardhan with his co-star in his latest film. Now, Quinsha was struck by a long restlessness, and lay in a wandering mind that found no edge.

Is this the risk of marrying a public figure? He repeatedly asked that question in silence. And many times I get no answers.

Hunza, Quinsha. Allah is based on the prejudice of His servant, so think well.

QUinsha decided to wash his face with ablution for the next prayer, and complained to the All-Knowing All. However, just as his feet were tracing the floor, there was a phone call coming from his cell phone lying on the nightstand.

Quinsha quickly grabbed the flat object. And it felt a thump rumbling in the chest, even his hands seemed to shake at it, while looking at the line of the caller's name in the middle of the night blind.

“Hallo Quinsha.” Rafardhan's voice was heard from across the street, when the girl decided to pick up her phone immediately.

“Eh, yes,” Quinsha said with almost choked voice.

“You've slept huh?”

“No, uh not yet.”

“Why not sleeping?”

“Gak papa,” replied briefly Quinsha holding her breath. Momentary silence. Rafardhan no longer makes a sound. Until Qhinsha saw the screen of his phone, worried that the phone connection had been cut off.

Apparently not. The network is still connected, but no more words are bouncing up. Quinsha bites her lower bi-beer as the heart beats. And the restless fourths that culminate into the crown.

“You okay, Quin?” a moment later, I heard another question from Rafardhan.

“Yes, I'm fine,” says Quinsha. He's trying his luck in telling lies. Will be successful or not. In fact, he's not okay. After several Infotainment shows aired the closeness of Rafardhan with his co-star Actress.

“Thank God, if you're okay,” said Rafardhan although he could not be heard in a relieved voice as he said.

“You're okay too?” quinsha turned around to ask.

“Yes, I'm fine,” replied Rafardhan.

“Already expected,” Welcome Quinsha.

“why?”

“I've guessed that you must be fine.” Quinsha momentarily paused her speech by scooping her breath. “Together with him,” he added later.

“Quin—“ And phone line disconnected, possibly network case. Because neither Quinsha nor Rafardhan, neither of them broke the connection.

QUinsha immediately threw her body onto the bed. He slumped his face on the pillow, in a moment later, he looked as if he had a crush. I heard a phone call, but I ignored it. Until then, please pick her up, bring Quinsha to the goddess, and fly towards the dreamland.

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“Why pale, Ma'am. Pain huh?” lila asked as she looked at Quinsha's face intently.

The girl shook her head and asked back. “Very good looks huh, Ma'am?”

“Cockwise, stay beautiful. Sister Quinsha is very beautiful, big artists are interested,” joked Lila with a smile. About Quinsha who came to Arfan's marriage with Rafardhan has indeed spread throughout the foundation. And Quinsha just let the news unfold as it goes, without giving the slightest statement. Not justification or denial.

“Mbak Lila, permission to go home first yes,” say goodbye Quinsha some jokes later. Lila looked at her watch. Time to go home is less than 20 minutes. It doesn't matter what he thinks. Senior Quinsha immediately nodded.

After saying thank you, Quinsha rushed out of the office and rushed to the parking lot where her iron horse was waiting. However, in the usual place he parked his car, he could not find the black MVP car.

Quinsha set his eyes to and fro, around the parking area of the foundation which was wide enough, who knew his favorite car had changed position. Even though he didn't feel like telling people to move. Because in the parking area of this foundation, there is no valet officer.

Empty, the black man was nowhere to be found. Quinsha began to panic as she took the phone in her bag to call. However, not to mention one number he managed to call heard a greeting voice. “Quin ..”

The dusty color-hijab girl gasped. Hearing the familiar voice, calling his name, made his heart beat. Immediately he brought his head up. Within a distance of 3 meters in front of him, the handsome young man stood tall. “You?”

QUinsha couldn't believe what she saw. It could be just an illusion. The handsome young man was in Jakarta. Where could it be, now suddenly present in plain sight.

“Iya, i.” Rafardhan answered. Showing that this is indeed her full self. Not just a shadow.

“Your car has been taken home by my driver,” Rafardhan said.

“why?”

“Because you will come home with me to the house. I've been waiting for you for an hour here.”

“Ke-why are you home? Er, wrong, why did you come?” quinsha asked a little.

RAfardhan did not immediately reply, he took a few steps forward. The position of the two is getting closer. “I came, to admit defeat in the bet we made,” he admitted with a fixed gaze.

“Bet?” quinsha.

“Yes, who among us will miss first. I lost Quin. I miss you first.”

QUinsha nodded and looked at Rafardhan fixedly. For a moment their gazes clashed in a rumble of combined taste.

“I have little hope, if you feel the same way. If not, I'm not disappointed. Let me miss you. That's enough for me.”

The statement from Rafardhan made Quinsha immediately bowed. His sight became clouded because of a lump of water that was directly floating in the fertilizer.

The question is, does Quinsha feel the same way? What did Rafardhan expect? Sure oes. But he refused to admit it. And Rafardhan's statement of his longing, was able to thrill Quinsha's soul.

Seeing his wife showing such an expression, Rafardhan immediately eroded the distance between them and carried Quinsha's body in a hug. Channeling longing desires that seem to wreak havoc. Like a hickhead who has met a dayu. Now miss is anchored.

QUinsha also felt no need to deny feelings, if the sense of longing is also embedded. So now he let himself in Rafardhan's arms. Together with the rolling drops of tears as a representative, how pleased he felt. Toch this for both is not forbidden.

Two people are dissolved in a sense of blue, forget about the time lag, also where they do it. Until a reprimand in a form of hard deheman forcefully draws the consciousness of both. Rafardhan and Quinsha both let go of hugs and turned to the direction the voice came from.

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who, who the hell has dared to disturb this missed couple?

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