Forever Love

Steal

Tristan regulated his breathing once they were already sitting inside the food stall. How he was not screwed by Qania, the clock almost showed at twelve noon and Qania took him on foot to a food stall that was located almost a kilo meter from the residence of Qania.

"Cemen, it's just this. He said he'd walk all the way around town" ledek Qania.

"You may be ordinary but I'm not" Tristan said in self-defense.

"But men are like that" said Qania.

"Belvin. Hah, it seems like I should practice walking further if I want to date you," Tristan said making Qania who was ordering food giggle amused.

Qania sat down with Tristan while waiting for their food to come. He looked closely at Tristan's tired handsome face.

Really similar. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he's Tristan or Arkana.

"Where is the heat for mercy" complained Tristan.

"Why do you wear clothes like this? I'm like the CEO," nyinyir Qania.

"I was going to meet, but somehow I was moved to come to the contract of the son of the sultan uh did not know I met my soul mate there," replied Tristan.

"Basar alay" said Qania, flicking his lips. She did not blush at all because honestly her heart was not sure she wanted to share with a foreign man who had the same face as her husband.

Their food came and they both ate solemnly without speaking at all. Every now and then Tristan steals a glance at Qania who he has noticed several times while eating so Qania will only focus on his food. He smiled to himself at Qania who was so passionate about food that he made the ****** food so it grew.

"Once in a while cook me food, your cooking is very good," Tristan said on the sidelines of his meal, making Qania stop chewing and look straight at Tristan.

"Later" said Qania then refocused on her food.

"When?" tanya Tristan enthusiastically.

"If I have intentions and interests for you, until now I have not been interested in cooking for you," the circus of Qania made Tristan cough.

Qania cuek only, he resumed his food.

****! He doesn't even care about me because of what he says. Good thing baby, huhh his mouth is very spicy huh. But her sweet lips .. uh speaking of that, I miss that sweet taste. I guess if I do it again, he won't be mad at me, will he?

Qania frowned looking at Tristan who was smiling to herself while stirring her food. Qania, who had finished her meal, rushed to the cashier to pay for it. He still saw Tristan continue to smile and that got him the idea.

Dreaming what the hell is he? Like a fool, a shame. I'd better just stay with him.

Qania decided to leave Tristan and went straight to the ojek. He is not selfish, just a little holding his heart because he is not ready to fall too far. He could not ascertain his destiny with Tristan because there was still one more obstacle and he would not get rid of the obstacle because he was not the type of woman who seized the property of others. He let God decide the way. He believed that everything would be beautiful in time.

Qania was not a person who liked to hide his heart for so long that he decided to tell Tristan only. Than he kept pendam and made it cramped himself.

Anyway I just said what I feel right now. I didn't ask her to decide Marsya nor did I tell her to be my lover. Just limited to telling it, because of the oath, it feels harboring the taste is very nyesek. If it has been revealed as a relief, said Qania batin all the way home on the bike.

Meanwhile, Tristan who was unconscious because he kept daydreaming was surprised by one of the waiters at the food stall.

"Mas, daydreaming huh?" ask the boy about eighteen years old, maybe the son of the shop owner.

"Eh ...."

"I'm sorry it's been a shock" he said politely and was answered with a smile by Tristan.

After the servant left, Tristan looked straight ahead of him and was shocked again for not seeing Qania's whereabouts.

"Qania where?" tristan asked confused.

Tristan decided to wait for a moment, thinking Qania was in the toilet. But for ten minutes he did not see Qania. He was angry again, he decided to ask the waiter.

"Oh, that lady has come home from now, Mas," the answer succeeded in making Tristan surprised.

"Pu-home?" peekot Tristan's.

"Yes, Mas. Excuse me," he said, then left to continue his work.

Tristan rushed to pay for his food and was surprised that Qania had paid for her own food. He rushed out and found a taxi.

After paying his fare, Qania got off the bike and found Raka who was already sitting on her rented terrace chair. There was a sense of relief because he had not come home with Tristan. Normalizing the look of her surprised face, Qania approached Raka.

"Raka," said Qania.

"Hey. Where the hell are you Qan, noon gini?" asked Raka who saw Qania wearing a hat and getting off the ojek.

"So I was from the food stall," replied Qania sitting next to Raka.

"Why not ride your own bike?" ask Raka again.

"Once you're lazy" replied Qania.

While the two were talking, there were eyes that stared with the look of an eagle's eyes from inside the taxi. He clenched his hand seeing Qania's closeness to another man.

Tristan decides to lurk from inside the car. He blinked one of his eyes so stare at Qania's eyes that he was also secretly watching her. Qania looked up at her horror and it made her chuckle.

"Oh ****! Enough Qania, don't laugh with other men, I don't like to see it," said Tristan who continued to pay attention to the interaction of Qania and Raka who was currently chatting while joking.

While Qania, he occasionally glances at Tristan who looks terrible from inside the taxi whose glass is open and displays Tristan's face. The intention to upset Tristan immediately appeared in Qania's mind. He was getting serious about getting Raka to chat.

Let it be hot, hehehe, Qania.

Qania invites Raka in so that Tristan can return to his car. Worried that Tristan was in an important job and could not leave because he was hiding in a taxi. After all Raka was from earlier confused to see Qania who continued to glance in the other direction.

When he saw the safe situation to move to his car, Tristan rushed down from the taxi and headed straight to his car which was not far from the front of Qania contract. He wanted to hear more clearly what Qania and Raka were talking about. He did not want to be disappointed if Raka suddenly proposed to Qania, what a ridiculous thought. He just did not know that the man he was referring to had fought long enough to be Qania's companion.

Almost half an hour Tristan eavesdropped on the Qania and Raka talks until Raka and Qania left the house. They were just sitting in the living room that Tristan could see clearly and sitting far away made a little relief in Tristan's heart.

"Don't forget Qan, the night I invited us to eat outside" Raka reminded while wearing his helmet.

"Surely," replied Qania.

"Yes, if I go first. You're fine at home" said Raka and Qania nodding.

As soon as Raka was lost from Qania's sight, Tristan hurriedly got down from the car. He also slammed hard on his car door to surprise Qania.

"Qania," call Tristan, but Qania is indifferent and chooses to enter the house.

Not wanting to get curious, Tristan caught up with Qania. He pulled Qania's arm and made Qania turn to him.

"You!" rejoice Tristan.

"What the hell?" ask Qania.

Tristan stared fixedly at the two netra Qania so that made Qania a little nervous. Unknowingly Qania walked back and Tristan stepped forward until Qania's back hit the wall.

Tristan grinned at the nervousness on Qania's face. He locked Qania with his hands on the wall.

"I don't like to see you laughing with another man, Qania," Tristan said, staring intently at Qania.

"Sorry," Qania's great-grandson, for some reason he said an apology.

"Where are you going with him tonight, hem?" ask Tristan to interrogate.

"Restaurant C" replied Qania spontaneously.

Tristan smiled in anguish. "Is he going to pick you up?"

Qania nodded as if he was just hypnotized.

"Then tell him you'll come alone. Me, I'll take you there" Tristan ordered.

"Ta-but-"

"There's no buts. Now send him a message that you'll come alone and you'll meet there" Tristan said.

"If I don't want to?" challenge Qania.

"Don't test my patience Qania. Do it now," Tristan's orders restrained his regret.

"You have no right to ban me Mr. Tristan Anggara" Qania said.

"I'm entitled. If you don't want to do it then don't blame me if I kidnap you and bring you in front of the ruler this very second" Tristan threatened.

"Try it if you can" challenged Qania.

"You!"

Pt ...

Qania was surprised not to play so Tristan with lightning quickly kissed his lips. Qania's eyes widened when she saw Tristan grinning with satisfaction.

"Basic pervert, how dare you steal my kiss. Get the hell out of here, "get rid of Qania who's already very upset.

"That's not how much Qania is, so don't try to challenge me. Remember Qania, I'll drive you tonight whether you like it or not" Tristan said, leaving Qania behind.

Whistling, Tristan walked into his car and opened the glass as soon as he saw Qania coming out of the house. Before leaving, Tristan gave a kiss bye to Qania who was staring at him on the terrace and it made Qania shudder in horror.

"He made me think of Arkana Wijaya, the forced man. A wild racer who unfortunately loved me so much. I miss my husband. Arkana, I'm sorry for not taking care of my heart and myself. I hope you can tell him because you also know why I got here. She is so similar to you, every time I am with her I feel like I am with you" Qania said, staring at Tristan's car.

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