Forever Love

Speechless

Without anyone knowing from earlier Tristan was near them but did not dare to appear. He only monitors if there is an opportunity to approach then he will immediately approach.

He had heard from the police that the victim of the collision was taken to the city hospital and without any more babi-bu he immediately headed to the hospital.

Tristan's eyes looked at the doctor who had just come out of the ICU room. He strained his ears to listen to the doctor's explanation.

"The patient has passed his critical period but it is not certain when he will be aware. Keep praying, only prayer can help right now."

Tristan squeezed his chest which felt so tight. He didn't think it would all be like this. Had he not said that to Marsya and Qania had not heard it, there would have been no such thing.

Tristan sees Raka running in a hurry when she gets a call. While there lived Lala herself who was waiting for Qania.

"How do I get that girl to leave? I want to see Qania," muttered Tristan.

He thought for a long time, he decided to see the doctor who had been handling Qania. He asked several nurses who passed by later after finding out where the doctor's room was he immediately met him.

"Excuse me, Doc," said Tristan as soon as he was welcome to enter.

"Yes, please sit down. Can I help you?" Ask the doctor kindly.

"I'm the lover of the accident victim named Qania. Can I go see him?" Ask Tristan carefully.

The doctor smiled faintly, he could see the worry from Tristan's face.

"May but not for too long. Ask for sterile clothing on the officer who is guarding the patient. Remember, don't make a fuss that'll bother the patient."

"Good, Doc. Thank you, if you'll excuse me" Tristan said.

.... . ....

Raka cursed when his motorbike suddenly stopped. He went down and checked what was wrong with his motorbike which suddenly died.

"****! Strike again, arrggghh ...."

Raka takes the phone out of her pants pocket and calls Syaquile.

"Sorry, Deck. Brother can't pick you up because the bike broke down. You call Lala and let her pick her up. Brother must take it to the workshop first, sorry yes," said Raka after Syaquile answered his phone.

"Yes, Brother. Just relax."

Raka kept cursing along the way he pushed his bike to look for a workshop.

At the hospital, Tristan is still monitoring the situation in front of Qania's ward, hoping that Lala will leave soon but he cannot distract the girl. He can only wait.

"Yes, good."

Lala turned off her phone after getting a call from Syaquile. In a hurry Lala left the hospital to pick up Syaquile.

Tristan grinned, God is indeed on his side so that he can get a chance to meet Qania. He who was wearing the nurse's clothes quickly entered the room where Qania was lying unconscious.

Tristan's tears trickled when he saw Qania's condition, but he made no sound at all. Only the sound of a connected device on Qania's body was heard in the room.

Slowly Tristan walked up to Qania, he sat down near Qania, clasping a hand that felt so cold.

"Sorry," said Tristan, then gently kissed the back of Qania's hand.

Tristan kissed long ago on Qania's forehead, sobbing she stroked Qania's face which was covered in wounds and also looked very pale.

Tristan pulled her face from near Qania, she gently stroked Qania's hair without taking her eyes off.

"Sorry," he repeated.

"I should have been more courageous to tell Marsya my feelings. I'm so cowardly of Qania, you can abuse me and hate me to the fullest of your heart. I'm a fool Qania, I'm a fool. Punish me as much as you do Qania, let's get up and give me your scathing words. Hicks ...."

"I should have dared to admit to Marsya that I love you Qania, I should have been braver. What kind of man am I, I dare not fight for my own feelings. Sorry Qania, sorry. If only I had spoken honestly to Marsya this wouldn't have happened to you. I-I am such a fool and such a coward Qania, I'm sorry."

"Please wake up and realize for me Qania, I love you so much. After this I will end my relationship with Marsya, I will fight for you Qania. I love you so much, hikss forgive me."

"I promise you when you wake up we'll drive around town and I'll carry you. We're going to the beach again and I'm going to sing for you. Whatever you want I will fulfill as long as you wake up Qania. Please don't torture me like this with your circumstances, I'm so claustrophobic about seeing you like this. Wake up, baby, wake up."

"It's your Tristan, oh it's not I'm A-Arkana. Yes, I'm Arkanamu. I will be your Arkan if you wake up, I will change my identity for you, as long as you wake up. Help me fight for my love for you. Give me advice to end my relationship with Marsya. I'm sure you have a very good idea for me, help me Qania. Don't stay like this for long. I love you Qania, I love you so much Qania Salsabila," said Tristan, she repeatedly peed at the back of Qania's hand.

Tristan was at a loss for words, he just kept holding Qania's hand and putting it on his cheek, occasionally dipping it. Not to forget he also kissed Qania's forehead and lips, showering the face with a kiss. His mouth was unceasingly muttering an apology with tears dripping down his cheek.

.... . ....

"Hi Kak" said Lala.

"Hi also. Come down La, let's drive the big brother," asked Syaquile gently.

Lala nodded, then she came down. Syaquile takes over to drive Lala's motorbike, nervously grabbing Lala's hand and she circles around in her stomach.

"Hand hold La, let's not fall" he said nervously.

Lala could not define how she felt at the moment. His heart was racing, wanting to feel like he was shouting at this moment. It was like a dream for Lala who was secretly harboring more feelings for Syaquile.

"Yes, sister," replied Lala timidly.

Syaquile also launched the motor with a smile that continues to linger on his lips. So even with Lala who continues to cheer in her heart because she can be alone and in a romantic pose with the man who has stolen her heart.

'I'm sorry I was so affectionate when my sister was sick. But your brother is in love, brother. And this is the first time I've felt this way. I'm still worried about you, brother, but let me please my heart first. I'll be there soon, hopefully big brother. Syaquile is coming, brother. Syaquile came to take care of brother.'

Syaquile parked the motorbike in the hospital parking lot, he and Lala had just arrived and both immediately walked to the room where Qania was treated.

The quiet atmosphere around the ICU room made Lala's stomach sound clear in Syaquile's ears. Lala's reddened face held back the embarrassment as Syaquile looked at her with a wry smile.

"Hungry, hemm?"

"Hehe, I-iya, sister," replied Lala timidly.

"You eat first, La. Let me take care of Mr. Qania. Do not let you also be sick," Syaquile pinta.

"Eh, yes Brother. I want to eat first huh, sister Syaquile no one wants to be entrusted?"

"Nothing, La. You be careful, yes" said Syaquile.

After Lala left, Syaquile remained alone as he continued to stare at the tightly shut door of the room.

"How are you doing, Brother," said Syaquile.

Inside the ICU, Tristan bids farewell to Qania despite his reluctance to move on.

"I'm saying yes, baby. I'll come again and if I get a chance I'll see you. Come to your senses, for me," said Tristan. He kissed the top of Qania's head, not forgetting the whole face of Qania was smitten.

Qania's tears flowed as Tristan left her. Despite her unconsciousness, Qania could hear every utterance of Tristan.

Tristan opened the door of the room and it invited the attention of Syaquile who was daydreaming of the state of the brother.

Syaquile had suddenly become speechless when he saw the figure that had just come out of his brother's ward. His mouth seemed stiff, even to return Tristan's smile he was unable to.

Tristan hurriedly left when he realized the man before him had no voice at all and did not even blink looking at him.

Syaquile only realized when Tristan was no longer in front of him.

"No way," he murmured.

Seeing the silent Syaquile, the doctor who came to check on Qania came to him.

"Are you okay?" Ask the doctor.

"Huh? I-iya doc. Oh right, doc, the guy who just walked out of that room, who is he?" Syaquile asked to be sure.

"Oh that man, he said he was the lover of a patient named Qania. What's up?"

Syaquile was very surprised not to play, just that he tried not to show it.

"How's my sister doing, Doc? I'm Qania's sister," asked Syaquile to divert.

"I'll check it out, excuse me."

Syaquile was sitting in a doldrums, he could not believe what he had just seen. He kept shaking his head.

"I'll ask you later to Brother Qania, what was the reason that made him hide Arka's whereabouts" murmured Syaquile.

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