Forever Love

One-third Night

Setya, Zafran and Alisha are now sitting limp on the sofa after hearing the story of Syaquile. Either be angry, disappointed or relieved by the truth. They looked back at Qania who was still as excited as she held onto her flat stomach.

“Why didn't you say you were married?” finally the word was spoken from the mouth of Zafran who then sighed resignedly.

“That's because brother and sister Arka did not want to disappoint papa and mama and om Setya” Syaquile said.

“But it's the same with us who are guilty of separating husband and wife” spouses said Setya.

“They sleep every night with kok pa, Arkana brother climbing the balcony of the room brother” Syaquile who immediately got a pinch from Qania.

‘Can-can be yes deck you open-open secret in circumstances like this. I don't know if I should laugh or get angry. But imagining such sweet memories with my husband made me unable to dispel the smile that rose from my lips Qania's inner’.

“APPAAA?” jolt the three old men along with Rizal and Fero.

“Hah mama doesn't know what to say. Mama pity also on Arkana who had to struggle like that to sleep with his wife without having to disappoint others”ucap Alisha sigh while massaging her temple.

Else with them, Setya now walked up to Qania who was sitting leaning on the patient's bed while looking pity at her daughter-in-law.

Setya clenched tightly to Qania's body and shed his tears. Qania who is still as excited now again cry because it also felt the pain of losing the person we love the most.

“You patient son, Arka is no longer with us and she cannot accompany you as long as you are pregnant with her child. But papa promised to give all the best for papa's grandson, the mandate of Arkana and is a substitute for himself” said Setya who still embraced Qania with tears.

Qania who had felt a little relieved now broke her cry more than Setya's. The thing that made him cry until this because he realized his Arkana was now gone and he would raise his son only by himself. The atmosphere of Qania's ward became haru, where everyone in the room was crying and feeling the tightness that Setya and Qania felt.

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Qania stared at the gravestone bearing the name Arkana Wijaya beside him. His tears that had been creek on his face had not stopped flowing. He stroked affectionately at the gravestone that became his Arkan final resting place.

“Honey hey I'm now pregnant with our child, the fruit of our love. I'm sure wherever you are now you'll be happy to hear it” Qania said with tears but a smile on her face.

“Darling thank you for not letting me alone in this world. I promise to take care of our son with affection and lack nothing but a father. I swear in front of your belly button I won't look for your replacement until I age and close my eyes. I live only once then I will marry only once and only you will forever be my husband even though we are now in a different world,.

“You know baby, our son is now six months old and my stomach is getting bloated. Hmmm and I'm sure he's going to lower your annoying nature and your racing hobby” Qania chuckles at remembering where he forced Fero and Rizal to take part in a motorcycle race.

A month ago Qania who chose to stay at Setya Wijaya's house precisely in the Arkana room in the afternoon was bored and somehow craved what so he wanted to follow the motorcycle race with his stomach which is starting to grow. He continues to terrorize Fero and Rizal and threatens that both will be fired if they do not take him to the race.

With great difficulty Rizal and Fero persuaded Qania not to race because his stomach was getting bigger and the risk was very dangerous. They even reported to both Qania's parents and to his father-in-law.

All of them persuaded Qania but there she cried and did not want to reprimand anyone and threatened not to give birth to her child here even she intended to run away so that Setya could not see her very grandson anticipate it.

With a heavy heart they agreed to the wishes of the pregnant woman and Rizal also prepared the race.

“Qan, lo I boncengin and we will race against Fero with Cika” said Rizal at that time.

“Ih is not Zal, I want me to ride the bike continue to race the same Galih” denied Qania.

“Galih?” pekik Fero and Rizal together.

“Qan lo don't crazy dong. Don't make us die standing by elo's will, The reason is dangerous and you also can not bring a sport bike because you usually will be matic doang and just learn Pula” said Rizal unconsciously mocking Qania.

“What do you say?” yelled Qania, her emotions during pregnancy always go up making those around her can only be patient to face the mood of pregnant women with a million wishes.

“Sorry Qan, I don't mean.”,.

“Lo forgot the boy I bear is the son of Arkana Wijaya, the best wild racer in our city even our province, he said, I'd like to know that you forgot” whistle Qania make Rizal and Fero sigh resignedly.

“Ya has set it up, let us take care of its security” said Zafran ended the debate.

“Bring baby may” sigh Alisha who was also there.

Galih, who already knew about his late rival's wishes, smiled as Qania cheered for his victory.

“How not to win, I just bring a faster motor snail” kekeh Galih who was smiling saw Qania laugh loosely.

“Crazy, long viewed I can fall in love with pregnant women. I guess if I like Qania, Arkana will not ghost me right?” galih muttered then walked over to join Qania's entourage and congratulated her.

 

As the afternoon progressed, Qania continued to rub and hug Arkana's headstone but her tears had subsided because she remembered the doctor's message warning her not to be easily stressed and exhausted.

“Honey, daddy, we go home first huh. Daddy was fine here” pamit Qania while kissing the gravestone that read Arkana Wijaya.

 

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Qania POV

 

No one knows in silence in a third of the night I always wake up missing him. I can lie to them by acting like I can get through my life happily without them. I kept awake for a third of the night just to pray that my Arkana would come back again. I knew this was impossible and sometimes I mocked myself who madly demanded that God return my Arkan.

Not only me, but Setya is the same. He silently wept over Arkana every night and that's why I've been living in his house for months. At first I wanted to sleep in this room because I miss Arkanaku so much and I used to call the baby that I wanted to do this and that and my baby's wish was to sleep in my husband's room.

Early on I came and slept in this house Papa Setya was very happy to welcome me. And as I said earlier, I was awake for a third of the night just to persuade and seduce the creator to have my Arkan back, I knew I was crazy. I faintly heard the sound of crying and when I ventured out it turned out that the voice came from papa Setya's office which opened a little. I peeked and saw that Setya's father was crying while hugging a photo of my Arkan and then he kissed. It was then that I realized we were the two most injured people after my Arkan departure.

What I thought was true, after I decided to stay here even though I had previously had a dispute with my mom and dad who also wanted to take care of me at home during my pregnancy, papa Setya slowly forgot his sadness and even he was very excited waiting for the birth of my baby, his granddaughter.

I sometimes go back to my parents' house if Setya's dad works out of town and he'll pick me up after he gets back from there. Sometimes my papa envies my closeness to Papa Setya, fortunately there is a mama who always persuades papa to understand our situation.

As usual, after I sued God in the third night with those two rakaats and also with my mischievous request, I stood still face to face as a dowry from Arkana and stared at the still painting that displayed my face with the writing of a wingless angel. My smile expanded even more as I stared at the wall where so many pictures of me were hanging there.

There was nothing different from the first time I went into this room when I was dating him when he apologized at my college for the Sheril thing back then. Ah I remembered Sheril, how she became the one who claimed to be Arkana's lover when she entered this room. I sniggered when I imagined that. There were only additional photos of the two of us that we put up at that time, if I recall those sweet memories, I felt like I wanted to find a doraemon and asked him to take me to a time machine and go to a time where I was with Arkana through the days we used to happily without any day where he left me forever. Hahaha I've gone crazy after demanding God earlier.

After looking at our photos, I went back to bed and played a video where my Arkan was singing while playing the guitar, very sweet.

As the drowsiness began to attack my eyes' defenses, I played a recording of my Arkan voice singing in her sweet voice until I fell asleep. This is the only cure for my longing, I'm still lucky that my Arkan left this for me.

I swear to God I miss him so much, I miss him so much.

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