Forever Love

There Are Feelings We Should Take Care of

The day continues to pass, it does not feel that the time spent on carrying out KKN activities will end soon, precisely tomorrow. Two months they went through by building roads, public baths, fences and some signage of the road.

Today in the house they occupied was so crowded because there would be a farewell night. They invited local residents who had also been rewarded by Setya Wijaya to help them complete the work of KKN.

It is so different from the atmosphere of KKN Qania, where there are many stories that are very memorable. But different times, different people, of course different stories. Each has its own story and it will never be the same.

The house is so noisy. The residents, especially mothers, were gossiping with Mae while preparing food on the table they prepared on the porch. While the fathers helped each other with some students arranging chairs in the yard.

Qania and Vando sound system parts. Qania and Vando are musicians belonging to their International class. Both are musical hobbies and also often entertain them while on campus and also at the KKN location. Even so, the two are not involved in the love of the location because Vando has a lover who is currently still sitting in High School.

"Taste good. It smells like this, really fragrant," said Ms. Ike while arranging food on the table.

"Yes Ma'am, I was in the kitchen and the luggage wanted to add, hehe," said Bu Ros.

"The mothers, the cuisine of Qania and Wita is the champion" Mae said.

They were also busy discussing the cuisine and also Mae who flattered the two chefs belonging to her class.

"Well, what would you do yourself?" ask Miss Ros to Mae.

"I usually eat and finish Qania and Wita cuisine, Mom," replied Mae passionately.

"Oh, you can only eat something for mercy" ledek Bu Ike.

"Oh-don't get me wrong, ladies. I am usually the most important and most useful" Mae said.

"Why is that, Mae?" ask Miss Ros.

"This is what Mae tells you, people who like to eat and spend food are the most important because if there is no one like me, it is me, no one wants to eat the food of the cooks. Loss dong they cook continues no one to eat and ngabisin. In vain, their work. I'm tired of cooking, no one wants to eat. So yes mothers, chefs without Mae mah kayak chicken noodles but no chicken," said Mae long times wide and high to make the mothers so dumbfounded.

Mae grinned, it could also be her mouth that hobby of wearing thick lipstick that makes mothers dumbfounded.

"There are, anyway," said Yusuf who was arranging a chair but still pay attention to Mae.

Joseph did put more feelings on Mae, though, so that whatever Mae does as long as it makes her restless then she will reprimand Mae but the wrong way so that Mae actually feels that Joseph always meddles in his affairs. And be Joseph, admiring in silence. Especially during the two months of living in the house, Yusuf's feelings grew bigger on Mae, but Mae's indifference to him made him reluctant to express his feelings.

"Udah anyway, just in fact," ledek Kenny who was arranging a chair with Joseph.

"What the hell Lo, not clear," elak Yusuf made Kenny giggle.

"Yes, I'm not clear" Kenny said.

Joseph did not criticize, he chose to leave Kenny who was laughing at him. Not to forget Joseph nudged Mae who would also enter the house.

"Be careful dong," protested Mae.

But Joseph just looked flat at him and after he got to the new room he complained while ruffling his hair.

"Huhh really hard to talk to Mae," he grumbled.

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The dinner begins with entertainment by Qania and Vando. They forgot to eat because they were too engrossed in singing alternately to play guitar.

"Qan, Vando, you guys eat dong first" said Lina.

"Ntar, one more song" said Qania.

Vando also just agreed, both of them are so fond of singing that they do not get tired when doing their hobbies.

"Qan, I'm going to the back first. It hurts my stomach" said Vando, leaving Qania and putting his guitar on

qania's lap.

"Yes," said Qania as she strummed the guitar strings slowly.

Qania is busy with her guitar until she realizes that Vando is sitting next to her.

"Qan, do you want me to come back?"

"May," replied Qania, giving Vando the guitar. But he frowned as soon as he saw Vando who was now wearing a jacket to cover his head.

"Vando, what's wrong with you? Look here dong," said Qania astonished.

"Lo sing to Qan, let me accompany. I was-I was, akhh .. ntar I'm story. Now Lo sing, let me not think the same as I just saw," said Vando restless.

Let's not just say Vando saw a ghost again, inner Qania.

After telling him the song he wanted to sing, Vando began strumming his guitar.

I've been trying to hold on

About the love I think

I love you not love

I can't keep holding on

I realize I have no right to continue forcing you

Forcing you to love me wholeheartedly

I'm trying to forget you

But accept my last request

Hold my hand, baby

Close to me, hug me

Stand up straight, in front of me

Kiss my forehead for the last one

I'm going to disappear, away from you

Not even a single hair was visible

But where will you get hurt

Find me, I'm there for you

I don't hate you

I hope you are too

*T**doesn't want you to remotely*

But fate wants us to separate

Hold my hand, baby

Close to me, hug me

Stand up straight, in front of me

Kiss my forehead for the last one

I'm going to disappear, away from you

Not even a single hair was visible

But where will you get hurt

Find me, I'm there for you

Hold my hand, baby

Close to me, hug me

Stand up straight, in front of me

Kiss my forehead for the last one

I'll disappear away from you

Not even a single hair was visible

But where will you get hurt

Find me, I'm there for you

But where will you get hurt

Find me. I'm there for you

But where will you get hurt

Find me. I'm there for you

Qania sang the song full

awe. The shadow where he spent time with Tristan continued

twisted in his mind to make his tears unstoppable.

and Vando made his friends couldn't see that he was crying. Friends were hypnotized with the melodious voice of Qania and the appreciation of each lyric made his friend lulled and carried away with the song as well as the citizens who were there.

Except for the man next to Qania, he could clearly see that Qania was grieving like he is today.

"Tris-Tristan" said Qania to make the man next to her surprised, he suddenly immediately sang a piece of the song that had been sung by Qania.

Hold my hand, baby

Close to me, hug me

Stand up straight, in front of me

Kiss my forehead for the last one

I'll disappear away from you

Not even a single hair was visible

But where will you get hurt

Find me, I'm there for you

But where will you get hurt

Find me. I'm there for you

But where will you get hurt

Find me. I'm there for you

Vando took off his guitar, then he

holding Qania's shoulder and making Qania face to face with her. Slowly he wiped away Qania's tears.

"Hand my hand, close to me, close to me,

hug me, stand straight in front of me, kiss my forehead" he said softly making Qania aware.

"You," said Qania surprised.

"Yes, it's me. Tristan Anggara," he said firmly.

"W-how are you here?" tanya Qania was still in a shocked mode.

"I told you I'd find you wherever you hid, Qania. So don't try

test me" Tristan said with great emphasis.

"I even heard yourself saying my name just now after singing that song. Do you love me, Qania?" ask Tristan directly.

"I-I don't" elak Qania.

“Don't lie to Qania, in fact I heard you muttering my name,” Tristan said making Qania can no longer dodge him.

“Why, hemm? Suddenly mute?” sindir Tristan's.

“Sorry,” og Qania.

“I forgive you,” said Tristan quickly made Qania dumbfounded.

Tristan smiled, then he brought Qania into his arms. Qania hugged the body tightly and shed the longing for the man she thought this time

as Tristan, it is no longer Arkana Wijaya.

“Why stay away from me, hem? Why hide like this? You know, I miss you so much. Percya no, I am currently desperate to kidnap you and take you

to the Office of Religious Affairs,” said Tristan while cupping both cheeks Qania so that makes Qania look up to look at him.

“You are crazy!” qania's curse made Tristan laugh.

“Jawab my question, Qania,” said Tristan sounded flat.

“I stay away from you because there is a heart that I have to take care of,” replied Qania no less flat.

“Who? Your husband? Or your friend who's in that hospital?” tristan Search.

Qania shakes. “Marysa.”

Suddenly Tristan could say nothing more, suddenly his mouth was frozen and his tongue was twisted. True, it is very true what Qania said. Tristan understand

because Qania and Marsya are both female. Surely Qania did not want to

hurting another woman's heart for her selfishness.

“Sudden mute, hem?” replace Qania who mocked Tristan.

Tristan stared fixedly at the two netra Qania, before he made a sound.

“I can leave it for you. If you ask me to leave it then I will do it right now,” said Tristan steady.

“Like that yes. Then what if the position is reversed, I'm Marsya and Marsya

which is me. Would you leave me right now if Marsya asked?”

Tristan was stiff, he couldn't answer anything. His spontaneous answer had actually become a boomerang for himself.

Qania why the hell are you so critical. Hahh, I forgot who this is talking to. Qania Salsabila Bachelor of Engineering and

law Students too.

“It's Tristan. I'm a woman and I'm abstaining from taking someone else's property

especially to ruin the happiness of other women,” said Qania firmly. Unless you are my Arkana Vijayaku, then even to the death I will fight for you, the inner Qania.

“But I love you Qania,” great-grandson Tristan.

“And also Marsya,” connect Qania.

“No, it's not like that Qania. Please, trust me that I only love you. I don't love Marsya, I doubt if I have any more feelings for him. Qania, I swear on you

if I only love you,” said Tristan pleading.

“Musyrik. Never swear besides carrying the name of God,” protest Qania.

“Then?”

“Come home, Marsya is waiting for you. I love you, but someone deserves you more. If we are friends, believe God will bring us together again. Now that you know how I feel, I love you. But I can't accept your request. There is a heart I must take care of. Ah, naw. Not just me, we. There's a heart we have to take care of, Tristan. Sorry,” said Qania trying legowo.

“Can I hug you?” pinta Tristan.

Qania smiled then nodded. Tristan immediately grabbed Qania's body as tightly as possible. He didn't even care if Qania felt claustrophobic. After being satisfied to embrace

Qania, he released it.

“This is our last meeting. After this be the one who never knew me, and so do I. Be foreign if one day we cross paths,” said Qania.

“But Qania,” protest Tristan.

“Qania,” call Tristan again.

“Qaniaaaaa.”

“Iya Tristan,” sahut Qania surprised.

Mae frowning. “Tristan? I'm Mae, Qania is not Tristan,” said Mae astonished.

So that was just my fantasy?

“Sorry Qan, you must have been waiting a long time. You were so sick stomach,” said Vando who just came.

It's really just an illusion.

“You should eat first, then continue to entertain us,” said Mae.

“Iya, I also became hungry after draining my stomach contents, hihihi,” said Vando then left Qania and Mae.

“If you miss don't torture yourself, Qan. Love is never wrong, only time

maybe less precise,” comfort Mae who understands Qania's sadness.

Qania nodded with a smile, then she came with Mae to enjoy the dish

which he cooked himself.

Is this feeling not wrong? Is that an inappropriate time? If so, is there a good time for us? If there is, I

very much looking forward to.

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