Forever Love
SC_248: Forgotten
At about eleven o'clock in the afternoon they had just returned to the house they were going to occupy for two months in village X. Precisely the house is a house owned by relatives of Mr. Ikra, Mr. Kades. The house had been left for almost a year because relatives got jobs in other areas so the house was empty. Sahar who every day clean the house and also occupy it so as not to be left empty. But with the arrival of KKN students he returned to his parents' house next door.
On the way home, they took the time to buy groceries, and now Qania and some of her female friends are busy cooking in the kitchen. While the men are relaxing with their cell phones.
The black luxury car stopped right in front of the house they occupied, making Zakih who was talking to Mr. Ikra on the terrace immediately turned to the man who had just closed the car door and walked towards them while opening his glasses.
“Good day,” greet Tristan.
“Good day,” reply pack Ikra and Zakih together.
“Sorry interrupt your time, introduce me Tristan. I came here to see Qania, can I?” Tristan asked with a tone of speech made as calm as possible.
“Qania?” Zakih Beo.
Tristan just smiled nodding, while Zakih seemed to be thinking about something.
“Didn't you talk to Qania yesterday on the road?” Zakih asked after getting his memories.
“Yes, you apparently still remember me,” replied Tristan.
“Oh yes, let's please come in. Qania is cooking, wait for me to call.”
“Please enter, I have to go back to my home,” part sir Ikra.
“Iya Sir, thank you. I'm just outside,” said Tristan.
Zakih walked in to meet Qania who was flipping his spatula in a frying pan. He even still had time to breathe the aroma of Qania cuisine that makes worms in his stomach immediately protest. Unknowingly Zakih stepped straight into the cupboard, he just picked up one plate and walked closer to Qania.
“Qan, divide dong. I'm really hungry,” pinta Zakih.
Qania chuckled at Zakih's pitying face, but just as he was about to give the fried chicken to Zakih, Lina came to prevent it.
“Where is the chairman, when you eat first. Not true,” protest Lina.
Zakih scratched the back of his head that was not itchy, he became embarrassed himself for intending to eat first.
“Sorry, salahin tuh the smell of Qania cuisine that tempts me to eat first. Even to make worms in my stomach protest,” bela Zakih.
“Basic, there is always a language of justification,” sneer Lina.
“If I don't do that, it's impossible for me to enter the Law school and aspire to become a great lawyer. How the hell, lo,” sukut Zakih.
“Yes too yes,” murmured Lina.
Qania again chuckled at the debate Zakih and Lina who were actually lovers but rarely looked friendly. Maybe both of them respond to their relationship with adults so that they do not show their romance with making out in public. They both look like two ordinary friends.
“Yes, yes, yes, now we can watch a live household quarrel between Mr. Zakih and mother Lina,” chirped Mae who suddenly came over.
“Biang troublemaking coming, disperse,” ledek Zakih make Mae pursed her lips.
Lina and Qania laughed at Mae's bent face. Their other friends just smiled. It is not unusual for Mae to always interfere in people's affairs but precisely with the presence of Mae, big problems or fierce debates turn into comedy if she has started talking. And even not infrequently he became the target of people who he despised.
“After there, later if it is time to eat also we will call you kok,” said Lina.
“Yes already, I'm ahead first. Still not long?” Zakih asked impatiently.
“Less than five minutes,” sahut Qania.
Zakih also left the kitchen to join his friends who were busy playing games.
As Qania had said that the food would be ready in less than five minutes, now the students were arranging the food in the living room. They choose to sit down so that their intimacy is more intertwined.
The students continued to swallow because they could not wait to eat, they went down to help make the presentation process so much faster.
While outside, Tristan was already agitated because Zakih who entered to call Qania did not come. In fact, he only heard from outside the sound of laughter and unclear conversations that made him even more restless because he had waited long enough.
“It should have been time to ask to enter yes I just entered,” grumbled Tristan.
He also paced back and forth to expel his anxiety. Sometimes he glanced at his watch to see how long he had been waiting. Even five minutes passed and he felt like he had been waiting for hours.
Inside the house, Zakih was getting ready to lead the prayer before eating. They all sat down with their plates filled with food.
“Praying done,” says Zakih.
Just as they were about to eat, the sound of knocking on the door opened making them glance at him.
“Who's visiting?” Mae asked who was still hanging her hand filled with food in front of her mouth.
“Oh ****! I forgot in front there is a nyariin elo Qan, haduh,” pekik Zakih.
“Where the hell is Zak, should remember dong,” grumbled Lina.
“Sorry,” great-grandson Zakih.
“Yes already, his guests are told to come in. All lunch together,” said Lina.
Zakih nodded and immediately stood up to meet Tristan.
“Sorry, let's go in,” said Zakih unkindly.
It was like Tristan invited the person in front of him to a fight because it had made him wait even he was forgotten. Tristan followed Zakih from behind and sat down with the students.
Tristan stole a glance at Qania who was eating her food while looking down. A faint smile rose on his lips where he saw a surprised Qania upon seeing her arrival.
“Uhukk .. uhukk ...”
Mae quickly gave Qania a drink as she watched him continue to cough. Qania quickly received the glass and gulped the water down to the toilet.
‘Crazy! Why is that proud man here? Since when? Is he the one who's looking for me? To be honest, I was surprised to see it not because he was Tristan, but I thought he was Arkana. Huh .. thankfully my consciousness is at work at this time. Otherwise I would just run and run to hug him. Darling ... she is Tristan Anggara, not Arkana Wijaya.’
“Hai,” greet Tristan on Qania.
Instead of replying, Qania glared her eyes in surprise again.
“It is better to eat first, just chat with Qania,” Yusuf said while thrusting dishes to Tristan.
“Thank you,” said Tristan.
He also eagerly poured food into his plate because he remembered Zakih said earlier that Qania was cooking and of course this must be his cooking. He could not wait to taste it immediately.
‘Enak, delicious Qania cuisine. No need to eat lunch on the road. Fix, you my dream wife, Qania.’
Qania occasionally stole a glance at Tristan who was enjoying the food while smiling to himself.
‘He is why? Smiles are unclear. It's crazy times, huh? Or have you never enjoyed cooking like this? But my cooking is ordinary. Ahh .. she is indeed strange.’
Tristan did not not not know that Qania was secretly looking at him, even he did not know what kind of face now that looked very strange. He was so confident that Qania would not stop stealing glances at him. Though the truth was that Qania felt astonished by the expression on her face that occasionally smiled, like people were surprised and also shook their heads.
He continued to eat his food without caring for the people around him became dumbfounded because he continued to add food even three times adding rice.
Zakih looked at Lina as if trying to tell her that she was so shocked to see ***** eat the man next to her. Likewise with the others, they only spoke with lip movements without making a sound.
While Qania, he tried to hold back his laughter by continuing to chew his food. He almost choked as he kept putting food in his mouth just to prevent his laughter from coming out. While the suspect is not even aware that his attitude is the center of attention.
What if he realized that he was now embarrassing himself with that stupid look?
‘Gue knows that I'm handsome. Oh come on Qania, you're free to look at my face. Free for you, because you are the future owner.’
‘Any,’ Inner Qania.
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