Forever Love

Trapped in a Jacket

Qania was already sitting on the terrace to wait for Raka's arrival, while the awaited one was experiencing traffic jams because there was a crowd in front of the road he was traveling, which he was traveling on, but in less than five minutes he should have reached Qania.

While continuing to grumble, Raka tried to advance the bike but with both feet because he had turned off the engine of the motor earlier.

“Huh really long anyway. What's up ahead?” his gerrick.

Raka was now near the source of the traffic jam after slipping between the many cars and he was grateful because he used the motor so he could easily be in front by slipping between the cars that's.

“This is a storm because of a big problem or just looking for sensai doang” taunted Raka but only he himself who heard his words.

Seen in front of Raka there is a man with after a businessman-style suit and two motorcyclists who seem to be snappers. Raka seemed to get carried away by the atmosphere of watching the jotos shootout scene directly like in the movies and the people around them just watched without the intention of breaking up.

Both snaps eventually drooped limp and the man immediately pulled the rough bag of the woman in the hands of the jambret. The man walked over to a middle-aged woman who looked like she was crying.

With a smile the woman grabbed her bag and thanked him. It still continues to be in the view of Raka who in his heart was quite amazed by the kindness of the man in black.

But as soon as the man turned around and was about to get into his car, Raka was dumbfounded that even her mouth was wide open with wide eyes.

“A..Ar..kann.naa” stutters.

Raka was still staring at the spot where she watched the car drive away until the sound of a horn startled her.

“Iya.iya, I forward” sungutut.

Raka finally drove back on his bike while remembering the face of the man in the suit earlier.

“Push people look a lot like Arkana. Has Qania seen that guy? It could be bad if Qania had met him. But, if he's Arkana, it's impossible for Qania to walk me. Or maybe Qania makes me meet just to tell me that she met Arkana.  Arghhh how dong, my love is not yet together time should run aground again”,.

Without feeling Raka's motor has entered the yard of Nilam's house, Qania shook her head to see Raka who was talking to herself on the bike. Raka almost hit a mango tree if Qania did not warn him.

“Raka awaaasss” shouted Qania who made Raka aware and quickly pulled the brake of the motor.

Raka stroked her chest and was grateful for not kissing the motherland. He took off his helmet when Qania was at his side.

“While daydreaming what, hemm?” qania asked with her hands crossed over her chest.

Raka nodded, he got off the bike and invited Qania to sit on the terrace seat.

“Arkana” accidentally Raka said that as she stared at Qania who was already sitting in the chair next to her.

“Arkana?” beanie Qania.

“Eh?” Raka flinched when she saw Qania's expression with the corner of Qania's eyebrows raised and Qania's face looking confused.

“Did you see Arkana? Is the soul here? Where next? You can see supernatural beings?” tanya Qania in a row makes Raka dumbfounded even more with the attitude of Qania who is not stopping to see all directions.

“Oh no kok Qan, I just accidentally mentioned his name when I saw your panicked face earlier. So I remember that the person who shouted at me earlier was the wife of the racer in our district” kilah Raka.

‘Huhh almost I'm the sophistication and the story of the person I just saw. But it looks like Qania hasn't seen the guy yet which means I'm still safe. And yes, hopefully Qania trust me the same reason I was’,.

Qania stared at Raka's bead, then he grinned at the thought of Arkana who was so good at riding motorcycles and how he did the race while craving Arqasa.

“Hemm, no abrasions?” Qania began to look into the parts of Raka's body that she could see.

“Quiet, no kok Qan, hehe” kekeh Raka.

“OK, let's walk” take Qania.

“Where to Qan?” ask Raka.

“Udah come, we go to the cafe in front of my campus and we walk aja” replied Qania who had stood first.

With still the confused mode Raka just followed Qania's steps.

‘This is a road that really does not use vehicles. What Qania intends to make me more comfortable and fall in love with him keeps him refusing me raw again. Arghhh’, argh,.

The two also go hand in hand but do not join hands because Raka also knows the limits. The two were just chatting and discussing their daily lives while in this person's village.

Both of them were already in the cafe courtyard that Qania meant. Qania stopped and stared at the cafe for a long time. Since the incident did not upset his heart at that time just because he played the cafe owner's piano he had to bear the frustration and shame.

‘Oh my goodness, why did I come to this cafe? This cafe belongs to a haughty man whose face makes me miss. What if he's inside?” muttered Qania in the heart.

‘Hm, but what if I invite Raka in and let her judge for herself how this cafe is so similar to Arkana's cafe. Hmm, yes so better’,.

The two also took a place a little corner near the place where the singer usually entertains cafe visitors. Raka called the waiter and ordered the food menu as well as Qania.

‘Huh, I'm nervous huh. I want that Tristan Anggara here and I'll lure him to play the piano’,.

“Kok bengong Qan?” asked Raka who kept looking at Qania's face.

“Eh doesn't like Ka. Oh yes I have several times entered this cafe and I continue to be amazed by the arrangement of this cafe” said Qania began to lead to his goal to get Raka's opinion.

“Kok that? What made you wonder?” ask Raka.

“Ka, try to see the design and arrangement of this cafe. You remember this cafe is similar to a cafe where?” fishing rod Qania.

Raka also turned her head in all directions while thinking and she did feel familiar with this cafe but somewhere.

“You're right Qan, this cafe is like a familiar but I forgot where ya?” raka said he kept remembering.

Qania gave a smile, which meant that this was not just her feelings, but that it was similar to her husband's cafe, which now belonged to her and her son.

While Raka was still trying to remember, their order was to eat and Qania invited him to eat. Both of them ate in silence because Raka kept trying to think because for him Qania's question was indeed he had to answer so that Qania felt happy he did not ignore the question.

“Qan, not just the cafe, but the food is also I am very familiar” Raka screeches as soon as she chews her food.

Qania smiled but reluctantly spoke, she was just enjoying the food.

I don't know that suddenly the sweet smile of Qania made Raka think of Arkana because only Arkana Qania would smile so sweetly.

Plakkc…

Raka patted hard on her eel making Qania stop eating because she was surprised by Raka's behavior.

“Yes, I remember Qan. This cafe is exactly the same as Arkana's cafe and the taste of the food is exactly the same as”.

Qania nodded definitely and it made Raka even more in disbelief.

‘Even not only cafe and food only Ka, the owner was the same’ Inner Qania.

‘Yeah what a guy I saw was Arkana and this is his cafe so Qania invites me to eat here. But if it is, why has Qania not told you too? Is he waiting for our food to run out just about to start telling stories? I think it is very impossible to have a cafe with the same design and taste of food with other cafes especially the location of the cafe is different. Maybe there is, but it won't be exactly the same. And if it's true he's Arkana, then I do have to retreat regularly from now on’ Raka argues alone with her heart and mind.

“Raka” call Qania after finishing her meal.

Deggs…

Raka immediately felt nervous because Qania called out to him. In his heart he kept saying that at this time Qania would definitely say about Arkana.

“I..iya Qan?” Raka looked very nervous and rather she was scared.

“I have eaten here and been humiliated also in this cafe” said Qania but with a smile that was still engraved on his face.

‘Dhamed? What does Qania mean? He didn't talk about Arkana. If I like it I am safe dong ya’ Raka is confused and a little relieved by Qania.

“What do you mean Qan, who has humiliated elo?” looking at Raka, there was a sense of indignation in her heart hearing Qania's words about her being humiliated.

“Not directly it's the owner of this cafe but he represents to his manager. My time was just playing the piano twice I got kicked out. He said he was strictly forbidden to touch his piano and only the owner of this cafe could play. Why is there a piano here? Decorate the room or what try?” qania vent.

“Haha does not make any sense anyway Qan, maybe the owner again seah knsi kali” chirp Raka who also feels it is very strange.

“Ya that's it. Even the maneger to beg me he said he would be fired if I did not go from this cafe” continued Qania while remembering how the cafe manager reprimanded him and asked him not to touch the piano.

“Crazy Qan, time to time. Geez very stingy or he is anti-touched by others including his belongings” nyinyir Raka.

“I don't know. But I want to play the piano and if the owner is there and gets angry with me, you'll think I'm not?” qania asked with a tone of speech made as spoiled as possible.

“Tentu” replied Raka sure.

“Oke, thanks Ka. I want to play this piano first” said Qania then stood up and walked towards the piano.

‘Let's see if Tristan Anggara who stole my husband's face is here or not’ Qania grinned as she approached the piano.

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