Forever Love

All Sorts of Ways

For a week Tristan had not run out of ways to get close to Qania, he did whatever it took to see it. Various professions he has been diligent, such as being a self-styled nurse who came to ask the situation of Qania with his friend who is a nurse. Being a hospital food deliveryman, being a cleaner, all he did to get to see Qania. And fortunately Qania did not realize that it was her. Crazy indeed, but all that he did because he wanted to continue to see the idol of the heart.

Tristan tirelessly did it all, throwing away her high self-esteem for the sake of a woman named Qania Salsabila. He even ignored Marsya who often came to his cafe to take him for a walk or just eat together under the pretext of a lot of work.

Of course behind it all there was a commotion between himself and Marsya, but for Tristan it was not something he had to worry about. Especially if Marsya said the word break up, then he would happily kiss Marsya's hand and kneel down to say thank you. But darling, though, Marsya never said the word at all which makes Tristan feel worried because of the various ways he has done to make Marsya stay away from him or angry at him but in vain because it is not it had the slightest effect on Marsya.

“If you are angry with me you are free if you want to leave me. I'm not good for you either.”

That's what Tristan said every time he fought with Marsya, hoping Marsya understood that he did not want to continue their relationship.

“I don't want to leave you, never! I know your job keeps you busy. Yes, next time yes.”

And that was Marsya's reply when Tristan asked him to leave. What a definition of an unyielding woman according to Tristan. But he also did not blame Marsya's persistence to maintain their relationship, because he did the same to Qania.

And finally Tristan could not get out the words again hearing Marsya's answer. As a result, he can only wait for the time when Qania will fall into his arms and Marsya who will realize by itself that he was not expected by Tristan.

Selfish indeed, but anything will be done for love including hurting people around. Perhaps at this time Tristan did not leave Marsya in a sadistic way because he and Marsya were in the same position. Together fighting for their loved ones, with Marsya fighting for Tristan, Tristan fighting for Qania and Qania hoping to be fought by Raka. It is sad their love story and if Raka also fought for Marsya, then there was love quadrilateral where the four human children fought for their love. It will sound funny but thrilling.

 

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“Alright, because Miss Qania has healed completely so today it can go home,” said the doctor who treated Qania.

Both Qania's parents, in-laws, sister and son were delighted to hear the doctor's remarks.

“Thank you doctor,” said Qania happy.

The sisters removed the infuse hose attached to Qania's hand. His hands and feet are no longer bandaged now because they have been declared healed after he was treated ten days in the hospital with his parents.

Zafran and Setya had returned to their city because of work but only yesterday they returned again because they could not leave Qania long ago. Only Alisha and Syaquile with Arqasa were guarding Qania because Lala had departed KKN. Raka also came every day to see the state of Qania, ensuring that his position was safe because Tristan no longer met Qania. It's just that he did not know that Tristan came to see Qania every day but with a different profession.

“Yes, you clean first, son. Mama wants to pack your things,” said Alisha as soon as the doctor and nurse left.

“Iya, Ma.” Qania got out of her safe and went straight to the bathroom.

Not long ago Qania had come out with a fresh face and clothes that she had changed. Alisha is done packing.

“Let's go home now,” take Zafran.

Qania nodded, then she followed her family walking out of her ward. Arriving outside, Qania immediately felt happy because she was finally able to be free from the room filled with the smell of drugs. He rushed into the car where Syaquile drove them.

“Pa, Ma, tomorrow I can leave KKN?” qania asked as they were already on their way to the hotel.

“Ngak,” replied Alisha, Zafran and Setya in unison.

“Hah, how come?” Qania was shaking her lips.

“Not fully healed yet, back to our home first. KKNnya can follow the second wave,” said Alisha asserted by Zafran and Setya.

“But I want to quickly finish college,” shrift Qania.

“Iya Kek, Nek, justin aja Mami KKN let the lecture quickly finish and quickly go home,” said Arqasa chimed.

Qania immediately kissed the top of the head of the child sitting on his lap. “Good job son.”

“But you are recovering dear, Mama is still worried about you,” said Alisha.

“And you guys have hired someone to help work at the KKN location replace me. I also talked to Zakih that I would return to the KKN location and they were waiting for me. Both of my papa are a lot of money, help us make and maintain our KKN activities. Pay the people to help work so my friends can relax like me. I don't feel good when I see them working then I can only worry. Yes, yes, yes,” persuade Qania.

The three adults could only sigh, no matter how hard they forbid, Qania was more stubborn.

“Ya already, tomorrow we will nganterin you there all ask the citizens to help you work,” said Setya agreed.

“Yes, thank you Papa in-laws the best. Qania Iaaaaang deh same Papa Setya,” said Qania happy.

“Papa Setya aja nih,” said Zafran.

“Iri says boss,” taunts Setya.

“Hidih, no Yes,” Shall Zafran.

“Hihihi, Qania dear Mama, Papa and Papa in-law. Also dear my handsome adek, my handsome son and certainly Arkanaku number one dong,” said Qania.

Silence immediately ensued in the car as Qania called Arkana by name. Setya smiled bitterly, he was so proud to have a son-in-law who until now still numbered his son who had even been gone a long time ago.

Until finally they reached the hotel and headed to their respective rooms and Arqasa this time went to his Mammya room.

 

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Excitedly Tristan drove his car to the hospital. He who had planned to come to visit Qania early in the morning even had to be restrained because there was a sudden meeting and finally lunch hour he was only able to meet the idol.

This time Tristan no longer wore any professional uniform, he was determined to introduce himself to the Qania family in the belief that the Qania family would not reject him for having the same face as Arkana.

“Happy si—ang. Uh, empty?” Tristan was surprised to find Qania's ward empty. The flowers he was carrying fell on the floor.

Tristan exits the room without taking flowers to find the nurse who usually takes care of Qania.

“Excuse Sus, patient on behalf of Qania Salsabila where ya?” ask Tristan to panic.

“Oh, already home this morning,” the answer is friendly.

“Going Sus?” tristan Beo.

“Iya Sir,” replied.

Tristan stepped lethargic leaving the nurse. In his heart he continued to deny his client was forcing for a sudden meeting. His heart felt so tight, he did not find Qania who had been brought home by his family.

Tristan beats up the driver of his car, regrets his delay in meeting Qania's family to express his feelings and also asks for blessing.

“What if Qania is brought back to his city? I can't see him anymore Dong. No way, he is still a student. He can't go home. I'd better look to the boarding house,” said Tristan then turn on the engine of his car then at high speed he drove his car to the boarding house Qania.

Again, he had to swallow disappointment because the owner said the second boarding tenant was not in place because he was following KKN activities. Tristan decided to go back to the cafe because it was still daytime. By working maybe he will be able to eliminate his disappointment today.

“No way I can't find you today, Qania. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and until the month and year change I will still be nyariin elo. You can't hide from me. I, Tristan Anggara will not give up to get elo, Qania Salsabila Wijaya,” said Tristan then drove his car to his cafe.

 

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Qania kissed the sleeping top of Arqasa's head in her arms. He then contacted his sister with a new cell phone given by the in-laws. Shortly afterwards Syaquile came to his sister's room.

“What's up Brother?” syaquile asked as soon as he had sat on the sofa with his sister.

“Anterin sister to somewhere,” replied Qania.

“Where?”

“Later you will also know yourself, kok,” said Qania smiling mysteriously.

“Now, Brother?” syaquile asked as he glanced at his watch which showed it at two in the afternoon.

“Later tonight, can you?”

“Can Kak,” replied Syaquile.

Evening arrived, at exactly seven o'clock in the evening they had finished dinner at the hotel restaurant they occupied. After asking the parents for permission and leaving Arqasa, Qania and Syaquile left.

Qania stops Syaquile once they are near the ATM machine, he enters and withdraws some money and then invites Syaquile to leave again.

And here they are, in front of a two-story house in a minimalist style. Syaquile took off his helmet and followed Qania, who had gone down to meet a security guard.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir Yotar," greetings Qania.

"Wa'alaikum salam, non-Qania," he replied.

"Tristan is there, sir?" ask Qania.

"Pul-ang yet. Well that's behind," said Mr. Yotar pointed to the car that had just arrived.

Sure enough, Tristan came up with his glassy style. But once he saw Qania standing in front of the gate of his house, from inside the car he immediately smiled and rushed out.

"Qania," call Tristan so happy.

Syaquile turned to the origin of the voice. Again, he was petrified on the spot as soon as he saw the same-faced man as his sister-in-law.

"Sir Ark," murmured Syaquile shrieked.

"He's Tristan, Dek," Qania's reprimand made Syaquile blink his eyes repeatedly.

"Finally Qania, I saw you again" Tristan said, bringing Qania into his arms.

"Tristan is loose," Qania pinta in a cold voice.

"Sorry," the great-grandson of Tristan let go of his embrace.

"Let's go inside first" Tristan asked.

"You," call Syaquile shriek.

Tristan looked over, "Lo who?" ask Tristan.

"She's my sister and doesn't need to know you. I'm just here to give you this" handed you a brown envelope - "I don't want any debt. And thank you for sharing your time with me. Good night," said Qania firmly then pulled Syaquile towards the motor parked behind Tristan's car.

"Qania wait," cried Tristan.

Qania ignored Tristan's call, he went straight up on the bike.

"Pity me" said Syaquile iba.

"Let's go first, Dek. You know for yourself the reason why your sister stayed away from her," whispered Qania and Syaquile only bitterly smiling at Tristan.

"Qania I said wait, I want to say, by the way" said Tristan who was near them.

"Sorry Tristan, our business is done and I hope after this we behave like two strangers. Excuse me," said Qania, making Tristan inflamed.

"Qania, I love you. I love you, sorry. Please, just stay and listen to my explanation" Tristan said.

"There is no more Tristan" said Qania, releasing the hand of Tristan holding his hand. "Dec Road" said Qania.

Although not hearty, Syaquile still did his brother's orders.

"Sorry Brother" Syaquile said to Tristan.

"QANIA DOESN'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME AND GET MAD AT ME, I STILL LOVE YOU. HIDE AWAY BECAUSE I WILL FIND YOU. I LOVE YOU QANIA, JE T'AIME," cried Tristan as Qania and Syaquile had moved away from him.

Je t'aime aussi, Tristan Anggara. Je t'aime, je t'aime Tristan. huhuhu ...

Qania could only cry inwardly after behaving like that to Tristan.

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