Forever Love

Admires

Qania's phone rang as she had just put on her backpack. Qania rolled her eyes as soon as she saw who called her.

"What's wrong?" Ask Qania ketus.

Raka who had just come out of her boarding house chuckled at Qania's answer, yes she liked this mode from Qania.

"Would you like to go to KKN?" Ask Raka back.

"Not yet, next year" Qania replied.

"Ih angry Mulu, ntar fast young," ledek Raka.

"If there is nothing important mending matiin aja, I rush," said Qania to turn off his phone.

"Eh wait dong Qan, I'll call to tell you that I will pick you up and take you to campus," prevent Raka from stumbling.

Qania took a breath.

"You want to bring me? Would you like to say goodbye with romantic farewell greetings?"

"Ih know, we are a soul mate," seduced Raka while riding on her bike.

"Raka," call Qania in a serious tone.

"Yes Qan," Raka seemed to respond in a Qania tone.

"Don't do the same" said Qania coldly.

"You mean?" Tanya Raka did not understand.

"Don't do the same thing Arkana did to me if you want to take my heart. If you keep doing that don't blame me if I keep thinking about Arkana. I'm even happy if you willingly become a good reminder that keeps me smiling sweetly given my memories with Arkana," said Qania to make Raka stunned.

Raka was silent, he was so excited four-five to pick up Qania and right he did want to do a romantic farewell with Qania but it made Qania remember Arkana.

"Shut up, hem?" Qania Eject.

"If it were like that, I would be hindarin Qan. You just wait, I'll give you new memories and even something Arkana never does with you" Raka said.

'But I don't know what Arkana never gave you Lo, Qan.'

Qania smiled, she was sure Raka would fulfill her wish. Honestly, Qania really objected if there was someone else who wanted to replace his memories with Arkana. He does not want to share memories or make the same memories with different people, very stingy.

"I'm going to college, Lala is waiting. Assalamu'alaikum" said Qania.

"Be careful. Wa'alaikum salam," replied Raka lirih.

After turning off her phone, Qania rushed out and closed the door of her room. Apparently Lala was ready on the motorbike, Qania also closed the boarding door and went straight up to the motorbike.

It didn't take long for Qania and Lala to get to the campus because they weren't stuck in traffic. Lala hugged Qania as soon as they got off the bike.

"Silver be careful, lala continued," said Lala lirih.

"definitely La. You be careful at the boarding house," replied Qania taking off her embrace.

"Yes, I've come home, sister" said Lala.

"Yes La. Be careful" replied Qania.

Lala smilingly nodded, then she walked towards the motor and immediately darted away leaving Qania who was staring at her.

"Qan, what's the bengong over there? Come on in," asked Mae who had just come and delivered by her Papa.

"Eh ... Oh come in," said Qania.

Qania was daydreaming, hoping that someone would come to say the word romantic and express his longing even though he had not yet departed. Who else if not Arkana.

'Aware of Qan, your Arkan is gone. Let him rest in peace.'

Qania steps in with Mae to join their friends inside.

"Just by looking at you from afar has made me calm and happy Qan. I'm sorry I keep ngikutin elo, because I don't feel calm if it's not your own mastiin if you are okay," said Raka who had followed Qania from the kost earlier. He left after Qania was no longer seen.

On the other hand, there was a man who was also staring fixedly at Qania who waltzed into the campus behind her sunglasses from inside the car.

"Oh, it's true that he's a student. Little boy wants to fuck with Tristan Anggara."

Yes he is Tristan Anggara, he asked his men to follow the activities of Qania and he also knew that today Qania would leave KKN so he followed him from home.

"What was that, little boy? Isn't he married and having children? I am dong who is a child? But I was thirty, five years different from him. Arghh .. why also think about age," grumbled Tristan.

"Gue became curious about her husband, but he looked just like me to the point that Qania fainted the first time she saw me," muttered Tristan while raising his car glass then went to take his car at high speed to the road project site.

On campus, Qania and her friends were briefed by the campus rector for the release of the KKN participants. Not only Qania faculty, students from International Classes from other faculties also dropped following the independent KKN first from KKN University.

After almost twenty minutes of greeting from the rector finally all students are invited to go to their respective KKN locations.

Qania was joined by Zakih and Mae with Joseph, and his other companions joined one another and this time they numbered twenty-seven with ten women and seventeen men.

They were like a convoy that filled the road as if it belonged to them. Along the way even though they ride a motorcycle they still throw jokes or gossip.

Until finally they arrived at the location of the road which is currently in the process of work. Their motorbikes can not pass simultaneously like before on the highway and can only pass one by one.

But Qania felt strange because it was almost ten but there was no work at all. Qania who was in the middle row with Zakih asked him to stop and he wanted to make sure of something.

Qania got off the bike and walked towards the partially paved road. He felt awkward, he approached and tried to suppress the asphalt layer. Qania smiled as she found out what made her feel strange.

"Woi ... Who are you? Why damage the asphalt?" Shouted a man who was walking quickly towards Qania who was still crouching on the side of the road.

Qania's friends were shocked by what Qania was doing. With a hasty step, he approached Qania and pulled his shoulder.

Qania turned around and was surprised to see the man who was staring in shock at her as well.

"Qania."

"Tristan Anggara."

The two were shocked as they stared at each other.

"What are you doing with my work Qania?" Shouted Tristan angry at seeing asphalt road destroyed made Qania.

"No, I'm a consultant here. What was? Want screwed?" Tristan asked annoyed.

"Where does the contractor go?" Qania Search.

"Where do I know, he hasn't come yet" replied Tristan.

"Mahaha ... Tristan Anggara was again defeated," Qania's laughter infuriated Tristan.

"What do you mean Qania?" Tristan asked who was clenching his hands.

"Do you see the budget you're using on that board?" Qania asked while pointing at the budget board and Tristan followed Qania's direction.

"Want to?" Tristan asked who suddenly became curious.

"Where is so great yet the quality of the materials you use is like this? Where are all the funds you use? You're corruption?" Accuse Qania.

"Don't just talk about Qania, I've never been corrupt" snapped Tristan but Qania just grinned.

"You know Tristan Anggara, you could have entered the bars with this job because this road project is a state budget whose maintenance period is five years. And not necessarily also in five years that the budget for the road will immediately tap the hammer. See for yourself the quality of the road you are working on, not until a week for sure this road will be damaged and you know for yourself what will happen next considering the vehicles in this city are increasing more and more days rather than decreasing" said Qania at length.

Tristan silently thought about Qania's words. Right too, the edges will definitely deal with the police. Where is the contractor? It's not here yet, Tristan thought.

Shortly after, a man ran with his cell phone.

"Pakistan, Mr. Meldi can't come and he said he has business outside the city" he said, showing a message from his mobile phone.

Qania smiled meaningfully, she was very sure that the person named Meldi was the contractor of this project.

"Appaaa? How can ...," said Tristan limp.

"Is he the contractor for this project?" Ask Qania.

"Yes, who are you?" Ask the guy who's with Tristan.

"I'm just a guy who happens to pass by. Then you?" Ask Qania back.

"I'm inspector one" he replied.

"Oh .. hem, hem, hem, congratulations yes. Maybe the contractor has already taken the money from this project and left it all to you. Oh yeah, do you guys have proof of a warning letter to the contractor about this project? Some kind of reprimand, for example?" Find Qania who is feeling sorry.

He could see these two people had no expertise in the field they were in. From the confused face the two Qania could understand, he then smiled gently.

"Yes, then make a letter of reprimand from the consultant" Qania decreed and again the two men looked confused.

"Don't tell me you didn't know how to make it?" Qania asked in frustration.

The two nodded making Qania grimace.

"Oh my goodness, it seems that my knowledge is of little use to you. Honey also has a diploma not used. Yes, let me help you" said Qania while blabbering.

Lying that Tristan did not smile saw Qania who was checking something on her phone while blabbing was unclear. He secretly stole a glance at Qania who was sticking a cell phone in her ear.

"Hallo Di, where are you?" Ask Qania who is calling Abdi.

"Gue in Qan's office. What's up, tumben called?"

"Please email me a letter of reprimand from the consultant to the contractor regarding the material used is not aware of the RAP budget" said Qania.

"Lo is no longer a Law major. Why even run a project?"

"Abdi Narayan Bachelor of Engineering, I just ask Lo send me my email, do not need much. Cepetan, I'm in a hurry," grumbled Qania.

"Eh was angry, ask for help it's good Qan. Not even angry gini ih," ledek Abdi who deliberately provoked the emotions of Qania.

"Di, I obviously. Huhh, hunted. Or the Papa project will not be shared with you as well as other children" threatened Qania.

"Threat teruusss. Yes I have sent it now," said Abdi relented.

"Well that's good, no need to use any threat," said Qania.

Qania turned off her phone and she later received an email from Abdi.

"What's your phone number, or your email address?" Qania asked still staring at her phone.

Tristan and his inspector stared at each other in confusion, wondering who Qania was talking to.

"Mr Tristan Anggara, quickly give me your email address because I am in a hurry" cried Qania.

Because Tristan was surprised to mention his email address stammering.

"Well, just change the name of your company. Excuse me, it's a waste of time" Qania grumbled but in the slightest voice.

"Qania wait," cried Tristan as Qania was about to board Zakih's bike.

"What's wrong?"

"Thank you. And why do you know so much like this?" Ask Tristan.

"I'm a Civil Engineering engineer so I know" replied Qania songong.

Tristan was surprised, he only found out that Qania was a scholar. But why still college?

'Gue who is too stupid or the child is speaking honestly so that my self-esteem falls again in front of him?'

"Oh so. Then can you help to solve this problem?" Ask Tristan.

'Please answer yes Qania.'

"I actually want to help, but for an arrogant person like you I would refuse. Come on Zak, we're too late" said Qania then climbed on the bike.

Tristan was stunned by Qania's words until he did not realize that Qania had left.

"I'm Tristan Anggara confessing that I have admired you Qania. There is nothing from you that does not amaze me," muttered Tristan with a smile staring at the email on his phone sent by Qania.

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