Forever Love
Sultan's Son
Tristan got into his car while observing Qania who was driving his motorbike by piggybacking Lala out of the mall courtyard. When the bike was already on the highway, Tristan immediately followed it.
And when they arrived in front of the hostel, Qania and Lala went straight into the hostel and locked it and went into their rooms with their paper bags.
Outside, Tristan frowned seeing the dwelling occupied by the woman who had insulted him so much.
“Cih ... Was that crazy woman just trying to embarrass me? The regent's son and the son-in-law of the lawyer and businessman is said to be, but his residence is actually in the lower middle class. CK .. if the child of the rich yes at least luxury apartment” muttered Tristan still looking at the door of the boarding house that has been closed from inside his car.
Tristan took his cell phone and called someone.
“Find out who Zafran Sanjaya and Setya Wijaya SH., LLM are. I want the info soon”,.
“Good, I will do it now also”,.
“Be careful if you fool me Qania” muttered Tristan.
“Eh .. I just mentioned the name of that crazy woman” her shock.
Tristan decided to return home immediately and wait for the results of his men to find information about the two people mentioned by Qania.
While Tristan returned to his house, in Qania's room was laying down his body while staring at the ceiling of the room with the mind back to remember the incident with Tristan earlier. Sometimes he sounded his breath.
“Life just now I was being arrogant with my possessions. Uh hope Papa isn't angry I'm acting so haughty so”,.
Qania closed her eyes, trying to find some calmness because her head was dizzy at the moment.
“Arkana, I miss you”,.
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Marsya slams everything in her room after she gets home. While in the car with his father he was reluctant to make a sound and his father did not intend to ask because he did not want to make his son sad.
“Arghhhhh .. It should be the most beautiful night of my life if that crazy woman doesn't break it. Qania, Lo will pay for all this. Just be careful if until I am not the same fiance Tristan, Lo is the person who will be responsible” cried Marsya from inside his room.
Mr. Alvindo who happened to pass in front of his daughter's room could only stroke her chest, he did not want to interfere in his daughter's affairs unless Marsya asked for it.
“From the beginning Papa warned you, son. Don't you play with fire, hmmm“,.
Mr. Alvindo then left his son's room from the inside and continued to be heard screaming, swearing and the sound of broken items.
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Tristan POV
I feel like I really became the most stupid man in the world after I said the sentence and was rude to the crazy woman named Qania Salsabila Wijaya.
How could my mouth say like that when I have long been aware of its existence through the person I told to monitor his old boarding house and it turns out he has moved. Apparently this is why these two years my people can not find its existence.
Just this afternoon I met him at the mall and I don't know part of my heart feels good even though I was not greeted well by him and even he had a conversation with Marsya.
Thank goodness she is doing well and looking beautiful. Is she married and has children? From her face and physique she even looks like a teenager, not a housewife.
Maybe I'm crazy for being so happy to see his face that I forgot to tell my men to look for his info. And I immediately returned to the work of the road project that I swear I do not understand but to please the prospective papa-in-law yes I accept his request.
Getting a call from Alvindo when I want to go home to relax my mind and body makes me wonder what things he wants to discuss and finally I just ask him.
I was surprised it turned out his invitation to ask me to tie Marsya up. It was not his true desire that surprised me, but the rejection in my heart. I do not understand and do not know why my heart is heavy for ngeiyain om Alvindo request so I ask for fiance first. I want to keep my heart so as not to make the wrong decision before I say I want to marry Marsya.
Surprisingly, I've been with Marsya for years but I'm not ready to bind him? Strange, but that's what I'm afraid of.
To cover the rejection of my heart, I want Marsya to dance and refuse his desire to sing him under the pretext that I can not sing.
All this time Marsya never knew that I could sing and hobby singing because I never sang for him and somehow could be like that. I should be able to make him fascinated by my melodious voice that a few years ago made my cafe visitors fascinated.
Oh yeah, it is, about the secret cafe was finally known by Marsya even though I had tried so that he did not know that I have a special cafe where I can mengeluarin sound of my gold and also the place where I spending time when I don't want to be disturbed.
I came out when the pianist's voice started singing, and I don't know why my heart was beating like it was familiar to my ears.
With a smile that I keep on faking I dance with Marsya on the dance floor until the romantic song about a man who was proposing to his lover is finished sung.
Suddenly without me guessing the pianist sang a sad song and the romantic atmosphere was turned into a sad and I was immediately shocked because Marsya had been as much as he could. I don't know what demon possessed my mind so I wanted to teach the woman who was singing.
Almost my smile expands so I know who is behind the piano, I deserve to know his voice. It turned out that the woman I always called crazy was the one who was sitting staring at me.
But again he made my emotions rise to the top when he called me.
“Arkanah Wijaya”,.
But what made me angry the most was when I didn't realize I was hurting his heart. I could see the hateful eyes he was showing me.
‘’Stupid, I'm a fool. Hahh, I could have done that to him. Just because he accidentally called me by someone else's name I ngehina him up to all his. He must be mad big at me, hahh jerk”,.
I can only hide in my room. I will accept any treatment Qania to me.
“Qania, please sorryin my attitude to elo” lirihku until unconscious regret, dizziness and upset brought me to dreamland.
Tristan POV end …
The day has changed, the moon has now changed into the warm morning sun and the noise of vehicles has begun to fill the streets in this big city.
The typical whimper of waking up is heard from the mouth of a handsome man who is still faithfully closing his eyes but the demands of work make him have to fight with his own eyes.
The sound of a cell phone makes Tristan forced to open his eyes and immediately look for his cellphone which turns out to be under his pillow.
Zafran Sanjaya's
the Chairman of the DPRD two-term district X
the current regent of District X
- Entrepreneurs
alisha Sanjaya's Wife
- The first child of Qania Salsabila Sanjaya/Wijaya
the Syaquile Sanjaya
Setya Vijaya
- Famous lawyer of X district
the hotel businessman
businessperson cafe and restaurant
the Arkana Wijaya
son-in-law of Qania Salsabila Wijaya
the Grandson of Arqasa Wijaya
Tristan's eyes immediately opened wide after reading a message from his man. He also called the man.
“Hallo” greet someone across the channel.
“Explain to me in detail and detail” pinta Tristan
“Good Sir. So Zafran Sanjaya is the regent of the current X district as well as a businessman. Having a harmonious family of a wife and two children and a grandson. So Sir, Setya Wijaya and Zafran Sanjaya is a besan because the first son of Mr. Zafran Sanjaya named Qania Salsabila married the only son of Setya Wijaya father named Arkana Wijaya. Her husband died in an accident almost five years ago. And Qania Salsabila is continuing her studies as a Law student at GM University in Y” ,.
Tristan silently listened, he had now obtained the identity of Qania and what he said last night was not a mere boast.
“Thank you for the information, your payment will be soon I transfer” said Tristan.
“Thank you Pak”, though,.
The call was interrupted, Tristan was silent with the information he just got.
“So right everything Qania said last night, hmm son of the sultan as well apparently. It is fitting that his attitude has always looked arrogant even though he did not show it clearly. His way of knocking down an opponent and intimidating someone seemed to flow from his in-laws and the knowledge he was learning right now. Pulling” said Tristan accompanied grin on his face.
“But why does he always call me Arkana Wijaya? Are our faces similar? Oh***, why I forgot to ask for a photo of a man named Arkana it” umpatnya.
“But yes already, the important thing I have been satisfied with the info I got this”,.
Tristan got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom.
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