Forever Love

He's The Late One

Qania smiled with satisfaction when the clock showed at eight and now he was with Lala ready to slide to the hotel where they would attend a seminar that would be hosted by Tristan Anggara, the arrogant man according to Qania.

“No morning courses yet?” ask Lala who is behind because this time Qania is the one who brought the bike.

“No, brother will enter noon” replied Qania who drove the motor leisurely.

“But I have kak” said Lala cengengesan.

“Well didn't say La?” Qania suddenly stopped the motor.

“Hehe it sis, I'm curious the same boss Tristan Anggara” kekeh Lala.

Qania looked flat at Lala who was giggling, then he returned to the motorbike.

Whether it was planned by God or deliberately, when Qania and Lala were on the road Raka came and asked Qania to stop the bike by equating their vehicles. This made Qania shocked and confused. On the one hand he does not want to be late but on the other hand he also misses Raka who did not meet him for two weeks because Raka went for a study tour.

Inevitably Qania stopped his bike and greeted Raka who had opened his helmet.

“Ka, I miss you but don't talk now. I was in a hurry” said Qania then re-started the engine of the motorbike and left Raka who was still surprised by Qania's words so quickly and left without waiting for him to answer and say hello.

Raka shook her head as soon as she saw Qania leave, she smiled very sweetly as she continued to stare straight ahead.

“Qan until whenever I will not stop hoping. I don't know when that time comes, the time where you open your heart even if only a little. I'm not gonna miss that chance Qan. I promise you I'll be happyin elo and your son. I will not give up and I will not force it either, let God govern it because I believe God's destiny is the most beautiful” muttered Raka then put his helmet back on and turned on his motorbike and left.

 

*

 

Setya, Zafran and Alisha stared at the toddler who was busy playing while continuing to mention the word daddy. The three adults were very sad to see their grandchildren who were busy playing but his words were so striking to them.

“Tree days ago he always called his daddy” said Alisha lirih.

“Kok can?” ask Zafran and Setya simultaneously.

Zafran only arrived last night as well as Setya who had just arrived this morning and went straight to the Zafran residence.

At eight in the morning in central Indonesia, they had just finished their breakfast and were now gathering in the living room.

“Huaaaa. mommyyy” Arqasa's sudden cries shocked the three adults nearby.

With a reflex move they head straight to where Arqasa and Alisha are quickly holding Arqasa while both her grandfathers are busy examining the toddler's body trying to find out if anyone was injured or bitten by an insect so she is crying like that.

“Huuaa.. mommy Aqa Nek.”, m,.

“Mommy Arqa why nak?” alisha asked in agitation as her granddaughter kept calling her mother.

“Acian mommy Aqa Nek, hikss cian mommy Nek”.

Alisha, Zafran and Setya looked at each other, various bad thoughts popping into their minds.

“Cian Aqa, Grandma. Cian mommy” said again sniffling.

“Why mommy, Nak?” zafran asked gently as he stroked the grandson's hair.

“Tepon duyu, Cake. Indu Aqa ama mommy kek” he said asking that his grandfather call Qania because he missed.

The three old men breathed a sigh of relief because his grandson was missing his mother. Zafran smiled then walked over to the table where he put down his phone and directly pressed the call on Qania's contact.

Alisha and Setya also sit with Zafran with Arqasa now in Setya's lap.

Unlike the two grandfathers, Alisha still has not lost her worries because her grandson continues to pity her mommy. As a mother, of course, there are feelings of anxiety especially when the child is away from them and the child continues to rummage for several days calling mommy and daddynya.

‘Yes Allah do not say if my grandson calls his mommy and daddy because You intend to bring them back by taking my son too.O Allah please protect my daughter wherever she is. Please have mercy on this orphaned child. She only has a mother, O Allah, please keep my son’ isak Alisha in the heart without her asking tears out of her own nest. He quickly removed it.

“Sabar Al, hopefully Qania is fine” said Setya while patting Alisha on the shoulder, he had seen Alisha shed tears with a facial look so visibly worried about something.

Alisha nodded, giving a smile to Setya while trying to shake off her bad thoughts.

“This has been a call to three but Qania has not picked up her phone” said Zafran still trying to contact Qania.

Alisha's feelings became more and more unsettled after hearing Zafran's words. The bad thoughts that had been trying to get rid of him now came again and filled his entire mind.

“Maybe there is a lecture” said Setya trying to calm Alisha.

“Iya also yes, there would have been nine” said Zafran then put his phone on the table.

“Sabar yes dear, your mommy is in class. Soon we will make a video” call said Setya while peeping the top of Arqasa's head.

The toddler wiped away the tears still standing on her cheek and then nodded.

“Aqa dear mommy with daddy” he said then smiled sweetly making his grandparents smile too.

“In the meantime, I still want to play with my grandson” reject Setya while patting Arqasa's hand.

“Yes it's up to you, I'll go upstairs first. I have something to do” pamit Zafran.

After Zafran left, it was Alisha's turn to look at the plants next to the house.

It is like that, they will let Arqasa play with Setya if he comes to visit. They want to give free space to Setya with Arqasa considering their grandson is very similar to Arkana. So a little bit of longing and loss of Arkana in Setya can be treated.

 

*

 

Qania and Lala rushed into the hotel hall but the door was still wide open and there was no activity at all, only the seats were almost fully filled.

Qania and Lala immediately took an empty seat in the middle and there were two seats.

“The seminar hasn't started yet?” lala asked one of the men who seemed to be her acquaintance.

“Looks like the anti-late Tristan Anggara is now late” his answer was accompanied by stiffness.

Lala chuckled at the answer that was actually a mockery for Tristan Anggara.

The sound of shoes that were getting closer to the hall room made the participants of the seminar immediately sit quietly in their respective places.

“Good morning all” greet a man who has just entered.

“Pagi” answer them all.

“Kak, is that Tristan Anggara? How does it look like a man in his forties and not as handsome as people talk about huh?” lala whispers to Qania.

Qania who also agreed with Lala nodded. What are all the gossip about his good looks and success at the age of twenty is just a hoax, thought Qania.

“Sorry brothers all, it looks like Mr. Tristan Anggara will be a little late because he is having some business. Maybe in about ten minutes he will reach” said the man who entered.

“Oh apparently not Tristan Anggara kak” kekeh Lala.

“Yes times Marsya's beautiful sister was dating the same om-om” he added.

Qania only smiled wryly at Lala's unreasonable remark. How could he think that Marsya Alvindo the son of a rich businessman was in a relationship with om-om.

‘This time he's late. Did I check her out by telling her to come out because it was too late? Hahaha, it's me they told you to come out. Where there is a seminar giver who was expelled from his own show. Basic Qania’ kekeh Qania in heart.

Qania felt amused himself to imagine how Tristan Anggara's reaction was once entered into the hall room and he immediately expelled. And how did the reaction of the seminar participants, especially the reaction of Lala who was always surprised.

Qania decided to continue reading the novel from her phone to get rid of her boredom. Qania picked up her phone from inside her small backpack. He was shocked to find five missed calls from his father.

Qania felt that her papa called her up so much that there was likely something so important that she ignored the situation inside the room because her feelings became very worried when her son's face flashed through her mind.

Qania did not even know when the moderator had returned and said that the seminar would start soon because Tristan Anggara had arrived.

“Sorry brethren, today I arrived late because there was a sudden affair that I could not leave. And yes.” his speech stopped when he saw on the middle bench there was one of the seminar participants who was even engrossed with his phone.

“Ekhhmm” he cleared his throat quite loudly hoping that the participant who was none other than Qania understood his max, but Qania did not heed his reprimand instead stuck his phone to his ear.

“I dislike it the most when I'm going to give a seminar someone doesn't pay attention. Didn't it have been told that no one should use a mobile phone as long as I provide seminar materials. I wasted a very precious time just to see there are people who do not appreciate the time I have given you” he said in a loud voice but like a wind last for Qania whose mind was floating far away from his son.

Lala next to Qania was trembling in fear because Qania ignored Tristan Anggara's warning. He who had been very fascinated to see the appearance of the man turned into fear when it turned out that the person he belonged to was Qania.

Lala reprimanded Qania but was also afraid.

The call was connected, but just as Qania was about to greet her papa, a loud reprimand made her drop her phone.

“You are playing mobile, EXUR”,.

Qania flinched then turned to look at the origin of the voice and…

Degs…..

Qania held onto her chest suddenly as if her heart had stopped beating as her eyes met those of her adjutant who was none other than Tristan Anggara.

“Ka.kam.. A..Ar..”,.

Qania had not been able to continue his words he immediately fell because he was unconscious.

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