Forever Love

Condition your Hand

The students, especially the female sex, were astonished by the presence of a handsome figure riding a motorcycle and the helmet and sunglasses he was wearing seemed to enter the yard of the house they occupied, no exception with Qania.

Tristan stopped his bike and walked home and opened his glasses and helmet, his style looked so cool and Qania suddenly felt de javu.

‘Arkanah.’

Qania recalled when Arkana came to see him at the assembly and his friends and younger siblings were so amazed at his figure. Qania smiled in remembrance of the incident until he was unaware that Tristan was already in front of him.

“Goodnight,” greet Tristan who is still standing in the doorway.

The students are currently in the living room to discuss their two-month work program and have discussed Tristan's request to bring Qania.

“Goodnight, let's go,” invite Zakih.

Tristan smiled and walked in after putting his helmet on the patio chair. Then he sat on the floor with the students and again the heart of Qania pounded unruffled, he kept thinking of Arkana who also came when he did KKN first.

“Oh yes, I want to ask. What should we call you? Did you call sir? The sister? Sir? Or ...”

“Call Tristan only, and do not use formal language to me. Relax,” said Tristan cut off Zakih's speech.

“OK, Tristan. So we had discussed about the elo request to invite Qania to help with the project lo problem and we have permission. But said Qania, there is a price you have to pay for taking one manpower from our group. How?” zakih said straight to the point.

“No problem. So what do I have to pay for it?” Ask Tristan.

“So you have to help us buy materials for development in this village, how?” Answer Qania.

“Okay, deal.”

All the students cheered happily, because their activities this time get donors and that means their activities will run well and smoothly without thinking about financial problems.

“Thank you, Tristan. But please do not let any of our lecturers see Qania in the city because we will definitely be affected,” Yusuf reminded.

“Pasti.”

“No need to worry about that, I will indeed meet Mr. Erlangga also in the city with the reason to check the price of the material we will use,” said Qania.

“Good idea,” said Mae followed by a nod by all Qania friends.

“Alright then, let's go before the day gets late, Qan,” take Tristan.

“Ya already, come.” Qania stood up.

“Tas you?” Tristan asked because he did not see Qania carrying a bag or suitcase.

“For what? I have this little bag just to keep my phone and wallet,”, Qania said, shaking her little bag.

“You don't bring clothes?”

“And you bought it. Pamit ya all, miss me.” Said Qania waltzing away leaving Tristan still dumbfounded.

Tristan smiled, Qania is very good at playing her mind. He admitted that this woman was very smart.

‘He's smart or I'm the oon ya?’

Tristan said goodbye to Qania's friends and then followed out to meet Qania who was waiting for him. He smiled looking at Qania who was staring flatly at him.

“Yuk,” invite Tristan.

“This is your motor?” Ask Qania.

“Yes is Qania, the motor has a neighbor. How the hell,” sahut Tristan then ride his motorbike. “Come on.”

Qania went up to Tristan. He waved at his friends as the bike began to run and Tristan raised his head in his cool style to say goodbye to Qania's friends.

‘I thought I'd ride a motor sport like Arkana. Yes .. hmm, that's it. The important thing is to ride the bike. I'm sorry Tristan, I borrowed your body to take off my longing for my husband. Whatever you want to think of me, I only care about how I feel right now.’

It had been half a journey yet there did not sound a word from the two. Tristan was so busy smiling that he had the chance to get this close to Qania. While Qania, along the way he was busy with remembering all his togetherness with Arkana first when they were measuring the road using Arkana motor sport.

The cold made Qania continue rubbing her palms. Even though she was wearing a jacket, Qania felt cold. Tristan who slightly peeked from his rearview mirror became unbearable.

“This is it, who asked to ride the motor. So it's cold now, right. You strong-ass,” pussy Tristan.

“You talk to who?” Ask Qania ketus.

“On the swaying grass, Qania,” reply Tristan no less.

Qania's lips twitched, apparently the man in front of him was no longer jaim. Honestly, he felt strange about Tristan's behavior all day that was not arrogant to him.

“Mau hug, shy. Not a cold hug,” quipped Tristan who continued to observe Qania from his rearview.

Qania raised next to her eyebrows. Then he returned to normalizing his facial expression. Just leave him alone, just think of it as just the sound of crickets, Qania thought.

Tristan, who felt there was no reply from Qania, pulled the bike over but did not turn off the engine. He turned around and found a face full of Qania's questions.

“Udah don't be shy and doubtful. I wouldn't say anything about you if you hit me. Herein his hand,” said Tristan softly, and managed to make Qania not wart and just stay still when Tristan wrapped his hand in Tristan's stomach.

Deggs …

Both hearts beat so fast, there was a burning feeling but both of them chose silence and could only speak inwardly.

‘I'll get you, Qania. I'll fight.’

‘Tristan, you remind me of my Arkan. You made my longing even more so and I'm sorry if I took it out on you. I really don't know how to deal with this situation. Whether I should be happy because I can do my habit with Arkana with the same-faced person or if I should be inflamed because my longing is getting bigger and I can't treat it anymore, hiks.’

Qania unknowingly rests her head on Tristan's back, which she knows she is currently with Arkana. He forgot that the man he was hugging was Tristan Anggara.

“I miss you so much, Ka” shrewd Qania, she further tightened her embrace.

Tristan's heart seemed to want to jump out as Qania's hand got closer and closer to her. He was very happy and even his lips continued to smile. But the smile faded when he heard the muttering of Qania who thought it was Arkana.

‘Should I be thankful for being this intimate with Qania? Or should I laugh at the stupidity of me who thought Qania was comfortable with me when she was making me miss her out. It hurts, it hurts so much. But I'm going to try to get Qania to like me as me. Nothing now he's making me an outlet. I will continue to approach him as myself until finally he forgets Arkana and there is only Tristan Anggara in his heart and mind.’

After almost four hours, the bike stopped in the courtyard next to Tristan's cafe. The trip only took three hours so it was so slow, probably because they were happy and chose to enjoy the trip.

“Yuk get into cafe, Qania.” Tristan pulled Qania's hand to enter his room, whether conscious or not but not with Qania who had been stubborn when Tristan clasped his hand. His gaze continued to be fixed on his hand held by Tristan.

‘This room is the only one that is different from papa Setya's cafe. If there, the special room of the owner of the cafe is not big like gini. But if this one is bigger and there seems to be a bedroom,’ Qania said inwardly while paying attention to Tristan's special room.

“Attracted, hem?” ledek Tristan who found Qania was observing this room.

Qania flinched, then she instantly changed her facial expression to be so flat.

“You till when you hold my hand, Mr Tristan Anggara?” Qania Syndir.

“Oupss, sorry. Come sit down,” said Tristan let go of Qania's hand and invited her to sit on the sofa.

Qania and Tristan were sitting together with a considerable distance because Qania chose to keep the distance from Tristan and it made Tristan a little disappointed.

“So, what time did you invite him to come here?” Ask Qania.

“Because you told me to cancel dinner, I invited him to lunch with me here,” Tristan replied.

“Oh ...”

“Only oh?”

“Yes that's it. Oh yes, I want to go out first,” said Qania moved from her seat.

“Where?” ask Tristan to stand up.

“You are looking for a drink, from here it is not served food or drinks,” said Qania.

“Oh hehehe, sorry. I'm the only one out, what do you want to drink?” Take Tristan.

“What aja, if there is milk yes milk, but chocolate.”

“You just wait here, let me take it all as a snack.” Stop Tristan, then he went out and closed the door from the outside, fearing that Qania would escape from there.

Qania sat back down, glancing at her watch, which was showing at eleven o'clock in the evening. He thought about going back to the boarding house or staying where he is tonight. As he daydreamed, Tristan came with two glasses of drinks and fries and various nuggets.

“Please princess, do not hesitate,” Tristan said after arranging food and drinks on the table.

Qania smiled faintly, she immediately picked up the glass containing chocolate milk and sipped it a few times.

“Thank you, just know that I need to eat and drink to make a plan to help you. You know, logic without that logistic ...”

“Anarchist,” Tristan cut.

The two looked at each other and laughed. Just this time the two laughed together and none of them noticed.

“You know that term too,” said Qania after stopping her laughter.

“Ya just popped out of my mind,” Tristan said chuckling.

“Ouhh .. so now we want to discuss the plan tomorrow or you want to rest first. You have been back and forth to meet me there and you must be tired,” said Qania felt sorry for Tristan's struggle today.

“Can that be interpreted as your form of concern for me?” Tanya Tristan was full of head.

Qania poked her lips, this man really is.

“Terlarah. Answer now,” ketus Qania.

“I'm up to you, if you're tired I'll rest and let's talk about this tomorrow morning,” said Tristan softly.

Qania chose silence, he wanted to see what Tristan's reaction was like when they were in a quiet atmosphere. Qania smiled as she saw Tristan blink his eyes several times and tried to keep his mouth from yawning.

Qania knew Tristan must have admitted he was tired. Qania felt so sorry for him. As soon as Qania regretted this man, he also still had empathy.

“Tristan, I'm tired.” Qania said deliberately so that Tristan could rest.

Qania smiled faintly as she saw Tristan exhale a sigh of relief.

“Yes, come home,” take Tristan.

“Sebentar.”

“Why?”

“The food and drink are not finished yet. Saying mubazir. I'm the person who doesn't like to waste food and drinks, let alone free.” Say Qania while putting the fries in her mouth.

Tristan chuckled, one more thing he knew from his target girl, not keeping the image while eating. Tristan's hand rubbed against Qania's head, smiling happily at Qania who was not shy about showing ***** his meal.

“Spend it, I will wait for you,” Tristan said as she stroked Qania's hair.

“Don't take a chance in narrowness. I like to eat and lazy to serve something when dealing with food, so your hands please condition,” said Qania sarcas.

Tristan chuckled, then he pulled back his hand that was stroking Qania's hair.

“Sorry, please continue your meal,” said Tristan felt guilty.

“Hmm.”

After finishing her meal, Qania brought the empty plates and glasses to the kitchen, followed by Tristan. Then they went out to where Tristan parked his bike.

“Tristan, can take me to find a hotel or inn. I can't go home at this hour. Lala can be surprised later if she finds out I'm suddenly coming home,” said Qania while looking at Tristan who was wearing his helmet.

“No need, let's go back to my house. Relax, I will not mess around because there are my family members as well,” Tristan assured Qania.

Qania seemed to think, then he agreed to Tristan's invitation.

“Ya already come on, I am tired and want bobo,” said Qania who directly climbed into the Tristan motorbike when the owner was still standing next to the motorbike.

“Mlaunch. Don't forget the handle,” said Tristan excitedly then climbed on his bike.

Somehow, Qania immediately wrapped her hands in Tristan's stomach without any awkwardness. And of course the man in front of him was currently cheering inwardly. With a smile of a million watts Tristan drove his motor splitting the road at medium speed to enjoy his journey with Qania.

‘I have to admit that I am very grateful tonight. This first request really brought me happiness. Hopefully the next request is more than tonight. Thank God.’

 

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