Forever Love

Differ

Qania has kept quiet since her return trip from the hospital and is still in her room. But his silent mouth signifies his busy mind at work. Lala who was in the taxi with him also denied the intention to ask because she saw the condition of Qania who seemed unable to be spoken to.

When they got home, Qania went straight into the room without saying a word to Lala who continued to follow him.

His encounter with Tristan Anggara reopened his old wounds where he lost the figure of the man he loved with all his heart for all eternity.

“Where should I start? What should I do?” two sentences that finally escaped Qania's mouth.

He was writhing his unraveling hair, he was deeply tormented by his current thoughts. As someone with above average intelligence, Qania chose not to be rash in this regard. He used his instincts as a prospective lawyer to fully investigate the case of who Tristan Anggara really is.

“Did I start asking Marsya?”, mbak,.

“But what should I talk about so that he doesn't get suspicious. I'm getting confused and desperate”,.

Qania kept thinking, she even ignored the sound of her phone.

“Ah come on Qania think, find ideas. You've been mistreated for bluntly claiming to be your husband while you know he's the haughty Tristan Anggara” guy,.

“But yes it was all also because I was surprised to see it that was so similar to my Arkan. Come think of a way to be able to know his identity and find out the truth”,.

Qania continued to monologue, he still has not found a way to find out the truth.

“Do I contact Raka just yes for an opinion?”,.

“Ah yes, I contact Raka course” said Qania then looking for her phone which turned out to be in her bag.

Qania was surprised to see that there were many missed calls from her papa, she quickly abandoned her intention to call Raka and called her papa straight away.

“Assalamu’alaikum Pa” greet Qania once the phone is connected.

“Wa’alaikum salam son, how are you doing now?”,.

The voice of his father was so anxious, so did Alisha and Setya who were still in Zafran's house waiting for news from Qania. While Arqasa, the toddler was taking a nap in his grandmother's room.

“Alhamdulillah has improved Pa” replied Qania was confused because her papa asked about her condition.

“You're still in the hospital son?”,.

“Udah in Costan kok Pa. But how did Papa know I was in the hospital?” tanya Qania who then lay down because she felt her head slightly dizzy.

“So papa called your number and he said that he replied you were in the hospital because he had fainted during seminar” replied his papa, Alisha and Setya are still waiting for Zafran and Qania to discuss the male voice that is very similar to the Arkana voice.

“Oh yes Pa, it was probably Tristan Anggara because he delivered Qania's phone to the hospital and took care of all the hospital costs Qania” replied Qania.

Qania recalled the harsh words that Tristan had spoken to her.

“Qania, Papa wants to ask” said Zafran carefully, he then looked at Alisha and Setya alternately whose faces were very stubborn.

“Iya Pa, Papa want to ask what is the same Qania?” qania asked without feeling suspicious.

“You fainted why nak?” ask Zafran softly.

Deggs…

Qania was so surprised to hear the question of his father that he could not tell his parents what was the cause of his unconscious because it could be that his family would soon come to meet the man who was dubbed haughty by Qania.

“Hallo son why silence? You sick?” ask Zafran.

“Engg..ok kok Pa, Qania was just drowning because earlier Qania did not have breakfast so passed out because of rush”,.

Qania bit her lower lip, how could she say such an absurd thing to her papa. It is very clear that his father knew that he was used to without breakfast and even often ignored meal time while studying at the Faculty of Engineering first which was very draining.

While at Zafran's house, he and Alisha looked at each other. There was a sense of disbelief in their hearts because it was already very memorized that the Qania would not fall unconscious just from not eating.

“Other times don't forget breakfast ya nak” said Zafran.

“Iya Pa's. Oh yeah, my son where's Pa?” tanya Qania tried to shift the topic, and she did miss her son even more after her meeting with Tristan Anggara.

“Again sleep son. Oh yes, papa was talking to someone on your phone and his voice is very familiar in Papa's ear. Does Papa know that person?” the soul of his papa investigator came out and of course Qania knew the meaning of his papa speech to interrogate him about the voice of Tristan which was very similar to the voice of Arkana.

“Means Papa?” qania asked pretending not to understand.

“Ah is not discussed, maybe Papa was just hallucinating because he missed Arkana so that the voice sounded very similar to the voice of the bastard son of a bitch who unfortunately loved it” kekeh Zafran who got the elbow from Setya.

Deggs….

Qania's heart was again made as if it stopped beating by her papa, her suspicion was real. His father had heard Tristan's voice and of course his father was still very familiar with Arkana's voice.

“Enak alone call my son a jerk” protest Setya did not accept.

“Yes, the proof used to be that he often hurt Qania, plus marry my son without my permission and secretly climb the balcony of my child's room to sleep together without permission again. It's not enough to say that your son is a jerk” Zafran.

Alisha could only shake her head to see the debate between the two men who already held the status of a grandfather without any intention of running it. For him it was a sweet entertainment.

“But my son has a reason and so he appreciates you he was willing to secretly meet his wife even though it is very unpleasant if you have to withstand the taste of nyesek below it tuh” bela Setya while glancing at his lower body.

“Yes it was his fault for not wanting to talk honestly” said Zafran who also did not want to lose.

Qania laughed softly at the debate between the two men she called papa. Sweet memories with Arkana again flashed through her mind where Arkana climbed up her balcony just to sleep together and make out with her in the room.

“Hey already, why are you guys pounding like this anyway. Tuh hear Qania laughs at you guys” Lerai Alisha, she was relieved to hear the laughter of her daughter who was giggling in her dorm room because she remembered her memories with Arkana.

“Eh Papa Setya and Mama also apparently” said Qania make their attention distracted.

“Iya dear Papa again here” said Setya then glanced cynically at Zafran who was also staring fiercely at him.

“Oh yes Pa, Ma, papa Setya about the person who was talking to Papa that was probably Tristan Anggara. Indeed, his voice was very similar to Arkana so Qania was shocked. But unfortunately they are not the same people” said Qania lethargic at the end of her sentence because of the haughty attitude of Tristan.

‘They are even very much different Pa’,.

There was a sigh from across the channel by Qania. I want him to say that not only does he have the same voice but everything is the same as Arkana physically. But his heart was completely different from Arkana and even his mind was much different from that of Arkana.

“It's ma, pa, we should be able to scrape Arkana. Do not make him tormented in nature sana” said Qania trying to behave legowo.

Alisha, Zafran and Setya looked at each other.

“Isn't he the one who hasn't been able to take Arkana off?” parrot Alisha looked at Zafran and Setya.

The two men compactly nodded, then Alisha shook her head while smiling.

While across the phone Qania seemed to be giggling because of hearing the chatter of his parents.

“Yes yes Ma, Pa, Papa-in-law, Qania is very tired today. Qania said that she took a break, Qania tried to cover up her increasingly sick feelings, remembering Tristan Anggara.

“Iya dear, you rest yes. Your son is fine here” said his mother.

“Iya Ma, titip Arqasa yes. Assalamu’alaikum”,.

“Wa’alaikum salam nak” replied his three parents.

Qania let out a long sigh after their phone ended. He massaged his temple because he felt dizzy with his current state.

“What I need now is calm before I find out about him who has the same face as my Arkan. Is it true that he is Arkanaku or just his face is the same as Arkana?”,.

“Thinking about it makes my head explode. I don't want to wish for more, somehow my heart wants that he is Arkanaku but on the other hand I don't want to know that he is my Arkan because my husband would never say that harshly to me”,.

Qania ruffled her hair, the reality she had just seen making her unable to think clearly. Drowsiness also did not come to him until he felt bored himself.

“I need entertainment. I wanted to call Raka and ask her to take me for a walk” muttered Qania then grabbed the phone she had put on her pillow.

“Assalamu’alaikum Ka”,.

“Wa’alaikum greetings Qan, what is it?”,.

“Ka, are you busy?”,.

“No, I just finished college. You want me to go there?”,.

Arches rise on the lips of Qania, somehow his feelings like tingling after hearing the words of Raka who immediately understood his wishes without the need for him to express.

“Iya Ka, can?” Qania bit her lower lip.

“Less than an hour I got there”,.

“You carefully”,.

There was a murmur from across the phone before Qania hung up.

Qania decided to take a bath while waiting for Raka's arrival. Somehow waiting for Raka's arrival was like waiting for the arrival of someone he was really looking forward to. While humming Qania flushed his body with water.

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