Forever Love

That's my Chair

Qania kissed the cheeks of her peaceful child in her sleep while wiping away her tears that kept flowing considering that tomorrow morning she had to leave her child again. It feels like only yesterday he came and tomorrow has to come back again and in a long time.

The toddler squirms probably because his sleep is disturbed by the behavior of his mommy who does not want to stop kissing his face. Qania chuckled at her son's conical lips, and then, with his anxiety, she kissed him three times with lightning.

Qania stroked his son's face and tried to memorize every curve of his son's face, the same eyes as Arkana, the lips and also the nose that copied every shape of Arkana's face. Only her skin and her tiny face followed Qania.

Sometimes Qania was upset that it was Arkana's face that dominated her son while she was pregnant and laboring to give birth.

The real injustice on this earth is when a mother is pregnant and bets her life to give birth but when she sees her child it is her father's face that dominates.

“Sometimes I feel unfair, I am pregnant and giving birth but you look like daddymu” grumbled Qania while mengoel-noel Arqasa cheeks.

Qania looked back at the peaceful face of her son, the face she would long for and away from her sight for months.

“Mommy is very heavy to leave you son, but want how else this is all also for us later” sigh Qania.

“You are fine with your grandparents here. Don't forget your mommy who is fighting for our future nak” lirih Qania.

“Hah, if only you were still here with me Ka, I don't have to leave our son and I will definitely take care of you and our son and will not have my bachelor's degree to be a good wife and mother to both of you. Unfortunately all just wish me and also I can only dream of being the best and perfect wife for you Ka. If only we had said about our marriage, it might have been the day I watched you buried in that land” isak Qania.

“Evil Ka, you are evil to me” cried Qania.

“I am grateful for every time I spend with you. I never forget to thank God for giving you for me. What is less? I am not thankful what God is, that You took the only thing I want to keep and do not want me to share with anyone? I'm less what else? Is it because I'm so arrogant with your gift that you don't like it and take it back from me?” qania in her tears.

Qania cried and continued to protest to the creator until he fell asleep with tears ringing down his face.

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Qania POV

Breakfast this morning I was really not tasteful, even just stirring fried rice that I was usually very excited to spend two dishes at once. But staring at the cute and adorable face of my son who I will leave for an hour makes my heart so bitter.

I know this is the second time I'm going to be apart long and long with her, but it still feels really hard and really, really hurts my heart. I feel like I want to stop, but if remembering papa's words about Papa Setya's struggle makes me also inflamed. Maybe this is the best so that I can reap even better results in the future and yet I am not always far from my son.

I nodded as my mom and dad told me to finish a meal that was really hard for me to swallow. But I don't want to look bad in front of my parents. I'm also sure they can take care of my son even better than me.

After painstaking effort finally rice on my plate toilet as well. I walked lazily approaching my parents who were on the side porch playing with my son who seemed to be babbling while walking around. I smiled, ah I just wanted to take my son and let Nilam or hire a nanny to take care of him.

But with my busyness, my son will rarely get attention as well plus Nilam's old nek and a caregiver who is not necessarily trustworthy. Yes it is true that the only way is to leave my son in the house of my parents. After all they love my son sincerely and even more than their affection for me.

“Not ready baby?” asked my mother who I only answered a smile and a nod.

“Arqasa here with mommy nak” call me and my son immediately walked closer to me.

I carried her and showered her face with my kiss making her laugh amusedly then babble in annoyance as well. My son sometimes likes to piss me off like his daddy but is also easily annoyed like me, really a suitable blend.

“Mom..mmyy” her reprimand makes me laugh.

“Mommy what dear hemm?” ledek.

“Nanan cum cum Aqa” protested with language that is still unclear but I understand the meaning that I am not happy Iumi continuously.

“Arqasa cheeks are adorable son, so mommy can't stop kissing him” my words make him just blink his eyes maybe not understand my words but I really like to see his eyes opening shut like that, like a doll I thought.

“Uh mom.my nanan is” protested again and I became pity then to gently caress her cheeks and stare fixedly at my son's clear eyes which were really as soothing as my Arkan eyes.

“After there prepare, half an hour your flight” reprimand papa makes me inflamed but yam au how else.

I actually want to carry my son to the room but papa forbid because later I will have trouble holding Arka and carrying a suitcase also in my hand. Though I only brought a small suitcase containing several books and also a typical snack of my city for Nilam and Lala's nek.

Now we were on our way to the airport with my dad driving us. I sat in the back with my beloved, my son Arqasa Wijaya. While in front of papa accompanied by mama, ah it feels very annoying they show off the intimacy that I will never be able to do again with Arkana.

I still remember clearly how if I was with him in the car with his hand holding my hand and one of his hands focused on driving. If I remember all that I want to scream and try to find doraemon and I persuade him with a lot of dorayaki to lend me door anywhere so that I can go to the afterlife to meet Arkana or the machine time so I can go to the past where I'm happy with him or the rags to turn the clock around to prevent everything from happening so the goddamn accident never happens.

Hah I can only dream of a cartoon in the form of a cat but always be lit by the weasel which of course is not real.

I love my son's habit of falling asleep in the car, so I don't have to see his clear eyes before I leave them again.

The wave of my parents' hands and also the quiet and peaceful face of my sleeping son accompanied my steps into my plane with tears that I had been holding in front of my parents.

I spilled it when I was about to walk into the plane.

“In a few months I'll be back” I said while wiping away the tears that somehow didn't want to stop wetting my cheeks.

Qania POV END's

Qania walked into the plane trying to find her seat but unfortunately when she found it there was actually a person who was peacefully asleep in his chair and covered his face with a navy jacket.

Qania wanted to be angry but suddenly she remembered her memories with Ghaisan on the bus that time made Qania chuckle. A few seconds later, Qania sat in an empty chair, which she believed had a man next to her.

“Excuse me, sorry this is my seat. Can you not shift?” reprimand Qania who wanted to sit by the window so that he could see the view from above.

“You why pull the jacket sa...Qania”,.

“Raka”,.

Both of them were surprised because they did not expect the person who grabbed his chair and the person who disturbed his sleep was the one who knew each other.

“Kok you here Qan?” asked Raka who could not hide her happiness met her first love.

Raka already knew that Qania and Arkana were married and had children and the news of Arkana's death had reached his ears.

“I want to go to Y city, you yourself?” qania asked back with a sweet smile adorning her face.

“Sama Qan, what are you doing there?”,.

“Lecture, I studied at the Faculty of Law at the GM” campus replied Qania.

“Ah is the same as college. But I majored in Informatics Engineering at campus X and repeated again from semester one but now I already want to enter semester four, you know myself I am a gamers” kekeh Raka.

“Iya I also the same repeat of the semester one I admit is now only going to enter the second semester. Wah glad to see you again Raka” said Qania.

‘I'm even very and very happy to see you again Qania’,.

“Oh yes why did you wake me up Qan?” raka asked, he did not want Qania to know his flowery feelings.

“That seat is mine” replied Qania pursing her lips.

“Ah” Raka jerked in shock,”hehe sorry, let's exchange” said Raka who immediately stood up.

Qania simply shifted her body slightly and Raka immediately sat down next to Qania.

“Who do you live with there Qan?” raka asked breaking his silence because after they exchanged places Qania just kept quiet while looking at the window.

“Oh I was spending at Nilam's house near campus” replied Qania turning her eyes to Raka's face.

“Later to play there ya” said Raka and Qania nodded enthusiastically.

“Kok you are not from the first majored in Ka?” ask Qania.

“Actually I was accepted at one of the campuses on the island of J with that department but because my papa moved to our city I would not want to have to follow the move to look after my mother while my brother is completing his lecture also outside the city”,.

“Now my brother has returned and I can freely pursue my ideals. He got a work call in our city and automatically he will take care of my mama” Raka story makes Qania nod her head.

“Oh yes Qan, sorry I did not have time to come to your wedding party and come to serve when Arkana died. When I finished my graduation I was immediately invited by friends for the holidays and when I returned I just heard it and intended to meet you but unfortunately I have been urged to come to the city of Y by my acquaintances” said Raka lirih's.

“Neverything” replied Qania while smiling gently.

There was no more chatter after that because Raka felt that she had made Qania sad while Qania was already feeling very sleepy.

“Qan ak..”,.

“Eh”,.

Raka had just wanted to ask Qania again so that they would not remain silent, but she was surprised when Qania's head fell on her shoulder. Raka's smile expands of course.

Raka rubbed Qania's head on her shoulder and gently rubbed the child's hair that covered Qania's face because she did not tie her long hair.

‘Hmm can I be grateful for this situation? Is this a sign that I will be with Qania? I tried to bury my love into Qania but I can't even be able to dyed your face, smile and voice Elo Qania’,.

Raka looked at Qania's face up close and….

Cupp….

As fast as lightning Raka kissed Qania's lips which was somehow tempted to do so.

‘Hopefully Qania does not know and will not be angry with me’,.

‘Gue will fight my love to elo Qania. This time I will definitely be able to get your heart. I do not care about your status as a widow and already have one child. After all, your son also never suffered affection from his father, let me change it and bestow that affection to your son. I promise I'll take care of you and I'll make you Qania's. I have waited enough, I now have to fight for ngedapatin elo Qania. May God give me a way and open your heart to me’,.

Raka smiles while imagining how she stole Qania's kiss and of course the first kiss for her even though she got from the results of stealing. He was afraid that Qania would wake up, but fortunately Qania remained at peace in her sleep.

“Gue had no idea Qan elo was sleeping because he was tired on this trip or because he was tired of living your life now. I saw elo more daydreaming and quiet if I didn't talk. I also saw elo looking at the window and I could see that the mind of elo was looking far away who had gone somewhere. I know it's Qan”, though,.

“And now I promise I'll always be there for you. I will replace the pain, sadness, and loneliness with the happiness of my love. I promise Qan, I will not be sad elo barin again, I will be a protector for elo and I will always have sat lo need me. I'm sure I'll get Lo Qania's heart. I'll fight”,.

Raka said softly as she stroked Qania's hair full of affection while the one who was caressed was either in what world at the moment.

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