Forever Love

Not Hallucinations

“Huh is still busy, actually who the hell took the phone kak Qania. Huhh” grumbled Lala after trying again to call Qania number but kept busy. How not, the number he was calling was in another call between the parents of Qania and Tristan Anggara.

“Kak Qania, Lala's thirsty. Excuse me for a minute and the hospital canteen. Lala promised not long” whispered Lala in Qania's ear that has not yet been rumored.

 

Qania POV

 

I've actually been around for half an hour and I heard Lala keep grumbling for trying to call my number and it turns out to be in another call. I hadn't fully realized so I didn't pay attention to my phone at all. But when Lala said that my phone was likely taken by someone I was immediately shocked.

Not my contact number or how much my phone is worth to me but all the messages from Arkana, my chat with her, her voice mail, and much more about my Arkan on my phone. If only the videos and recordings sing and our photos were copied on my laptop, only the messages, chat and voice messages that I could not move to my laptop.

I was so inflamed to imagine that I would lose the only thing that could make me remember and feel the presence of Arkana near me.

“Ah wait a minute, I fainted why yes?”,.

I turned back my memory where I came to a hotel for a seminar, yes I came with Lala. But that person yes the haughty man came late and I found many missed calls on my phone from my papa.

I'm certainly very worried because it's not usual for my papa to call up that much if there's no interest. Various bad thoughts began to gnaw my mind plus the shadow of my son's face continued to cross my mind.

I vaguely heard that the seminar filler yes the haughty man has come but I do not care about it anyway I sit in the middle and my body is small, he must pay less attention to me.

The phone was connected but it seemed the haughty man knew I was busy with my phone.

I'm more concerned with calling papa because my feelings are so bad. It would be stupid to want to throw me out again, which I obviously just want to know my son's situation so that my heart is calm.

Papa had not answered my call and the haughty man in front just kept insinuating me. I lazily looked at him because he did not stop blabbering in front of him and I was also the center of attention. Not to mention Lala who was increasingly trembling beside me, ah this child was indeed very timid just now was already very nervous.

I just wanted to look at him but I heard the voice of my papa whose sign my call had been answered by papa. I ignored it again because right now the most important thing is to hear my son's voice.

But just now that I wanted to talk, the light that told me to come out made me turn and look at him.

And yes I remember clearly now why I fainted.

When I looked at him, my heart stopped beating. My breath seemed to be stuck in my throat and this chest felt so tight.

His face, his face is my husband's. I didn't see it wrong and even her loud voice was exactly the same as that of my husband, Arkana Wijaya. It's just his arrogance that makes a little different.

Spontaneously I dropped my phone and stood staring at it to ascertain if it was really my Arkan.

Yes it's Arkanaku, I want to call him but somehow I run out of oxygen supply so I have trouble breathing and my vision becomes blurred. After that I don't know anything else.

And now I'm here in this hospital and I don't know where my phone is. Moreover, the man with the same face as my husband is not here to just care about my situation.

Should I be happy that my whining and protesting against God is now being accomplished?

But wait, it's Tristan Anggara not Arkana Wijaya. Hahh, I don't know what kind of game of fate God is planning on me.

 

The Qania POV End..

 

Lala had just returned from the cafeteria, she also brought a plastic loaf of bread and mineral water to Qania if she had been sober she could eat it because she was now in lunchtime.

Lala squinted at the sight of a man who was also walking in the same direction as her and stopped right in front of the door of the Qania ward.

“Wait, isn't he Mr Tristan Anggara?” tanya Lala's a monologue.

“Ah right him. Does he want to see sister Qania? If so, let him go first lah” said Lala again still continue to pay attention to the man who looks hesitant to open the door.

Several times Tristan Anggara sighed which is why he was so nervous to see the patient in the room.

After feeling good, he immediately pushed the door of the hospital room slowly and began to walk.

Meanwhile, the, Qania who was still faithful closed her eyes and cried in her heart was made to be disturbed by footsteps that were clearly real it was not the sound of Lala's footsteps and also the sound of Lala's cry was not heard by her.

Tristan hesitated to sit down, but seeing that the patient was not aware that he dared to sit down and look at Qania's face.

His hand moved slowly stroking Qania's perfectly smooth cheek. Qania, who was awake but reluctant to open her eyes, felt warm, but a moment later she realized that this could not be Lala. He opened his eyes quickly to Tristan's surprise and quickly pulled out his hand, which he brashly touched the cheek of a girl he didn't know and knew.

Tristan continued to curse his shameless stupidity directly playing hold-hold people carelessly, but only in his heart he nagged.

Likewise with Qania, he was no less surprised even very, very surprised to see this face in front of him. His eyes were still glaring and his mouth was wide open as soon as he saw from a very close distance.

“Does God grant my prayers?” lirih Qania was accompanied by tears that made Tristan confused.

“Ma..sorry I did not mean to touch you” great-grandson Tristan was nervous.

“Hikss, Arkana are you? Is this really you?” isak Qania stroked Tristan's face.

For a moment Tristan felt touched and fondled at this girl in front of him. He let Qania touch his face.

“Hiks thank you God for sending it back” cried Qania but still gently stroked Tristan's face.

Bak is hypnotized, Tristan is silent with Qania's treatment of him.

Qania sat down and held Tristan's hand, so that made the man aware and retracted the hand held by Qania.

“Sorry miss, isn't it rude to carelessly touch someone. I apologized for accidentally touching you but please don't touch me like this. I am not comfortable” said Tristan slowly but so stuck in the heart of Qania.

“Arkana” call Qania down.

“Arkana?” Tristan rewinded his head and frowned both of his eyebrows at a loss as to who this lady in front of him was calling out to.

“You Arkanaku hikss” cries Qania trying to hug her but quickly Tristan dodges.

“Sorry miss you wrong person, I am Tristan Anggara not Arkana” sent Tristan.

“No way, you are Arkana, Arkanaku, my husband” Qania rebut that started hysterically, he was not happy when he got a rejection from Tristan.

“Suami?” tristan Beo.

“This arkana is Qania, your wife. Why did you leave me and Arqasa?” tanya Qania looked at Tristan, who was surprised by Qania.

“Arqasa? Who else is Arqasa?” tristan asked, frustrated.

“Our son, he's grown up and almost two years old. You know when you left me I was two months pregnant. I can't believe you died in that accident and it's true you're still alive. Then whose body did we bury back then?” qania's story is enthusiastic with her face looking radiant.

Tristan breathed a rough breath, inwardly condemning his decision to enter this room. He was made more frustrated with the story of the woman who turned out to be married and had this child. He was stuck with a woman he thought was insane. He stood to keep his distance from Qania.

“Sorry your lady seems to be the wrong person. I reiterate once again, I am Tristan Anggara and I am not married let alone with a crazy woman like you. I have a fiancee and she is very beautiful and smart, unlike you who are ugly and also not sane” her sarcasm makes Qania jerk.

“Hahaha right, you are right. You are not my Arkan, for he will not have the heart to speak to me so harshly. There you are, go and never again appear in front of me”,.

Qania banishes Tristan, laughing bitterly at her heart and feeling humiliated by a man who looks so much like her husband that their attitude is so different.

“Without you telling me to leave too, I came here just to return your phone. And yes, I already paid this hospital bill and I don't have to bother to replace it because maybe you won't be able to” his teasing then put Qania's phone on the nightstand.

“Haha the rich cocky” pouty Qania then turned back towards Tristan.

‘This is not my hallucination, it turns out that he is real and his face is very similar to my Arkan. I'm gonna find out, yeah, I'm gonna find out who he is. If it turns out that only their faces are the same then I will retreat because he is only the same face but not the same person’, he said,.

Tristan left without saying anything to Qania. With a shaky step he walked out and hit someone.

“Aww” strangles Lala who fell on the floor.

But Tristan instead of apologizing, he immediately went by without speaking a word to Lala who was dumbstruck looking at Tristan's back who continued to move away.

“Sobgan very much so a person, hopefully one day he will be punished by Lord” ketus Lala then pick up his groceries, then he stood up and rushed to get into the nursery of Qania.

 

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