Forever Love

The Return of Trauma

Qania was shocked as Tristan firmly held back the door he was about to close.

"Tri-Tri-Tristan," stuttered Qania.

"Yes, it's me. Why hem? Don't like to see me come? Or are you afraid of making a mistake?" tristan Cecar.

Qania stepped back as Tristan moved closer to her. He was still in shocked mode so he could not say anything.

"How dare you dance with another man in front of me Qania. I really don't like you being touched by a man other than me, okay?" gertak Tristan and Qania only nodded their heads even though they did not understand Tristan's words.

Qania regained her senses once her calf was restrained on the living room table as it continued to step back. Tristan grinned at Qania's anxious face. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone and tuned the Pink Sweat song called At My Worst which he sang earlier in the restaurant.

"Let's dance Qania" whispered Tristan who gave Qania the creeps.

Without waiting for Qania's approval, Tristan grabbed Qania's hand and placed both of them on her shoulder and pulled Qania's waist closer to her body.

The music began to accompany the dance of the two, but the longer Tristan acted more aggressively by gluing their bodies which made Qania widened and began to feel uncomfortable.

"Tristan, can't it be like this?" pinta Qania who tried to escape but the more he tried to escape Tristan actually further tighten his embrace.

"Why Qania? You were so friendly with that guy. Then why did you reject me?" tristan asked but still continued to move following the music.

"Tristan I beg you, I'm worried if our bodies stick like this" asked Qania.

Tristan held out his ears. He continued to move until finally his activities were forced to stop because Qania stepped on his feet.

"Qania, you-"

"I told you to stop, but you pretended to be deaf" Qania snapped cutting Tristan's words.

"But I-"

"Go home, I'm tired and want to rest," banished the delicate Qania.

"If I refuse?" challenge Tristan.

"Please Tristan ...."

"She's free to touch you and then why are you so uncomfortable when I touch you. You are not fair Qania," Tristan said with a slight smile.

"It's unfair? What makes you say that?" snapped Qania, honestly Tristan's smile made her angry.

"Yes, you're not fair. I was singing to express my feelings for you, but you danced with her easily. So in order to erase this trace of touch on your body, I had to remove it with my touch" Tristan said loudly.

"Who could you do that to me, huh? You think I'm something that dust leaves so you intend to do that?" furious Qania.

"Who am I? I am your future husband. I am your owner. You are mine from toe to toe, all are mine" snapped Tristan.

"I never said I was yours and I never said we had a relationship. I'm just saying how I feel about you, not accepting you being my lover. I think my words at that time were very clear," said Qania excited.

"Hahahaha. Don't you want to be in a relationship with me because you don't want to lose that guy either? You like me and him, do you? You want our love, don't you? Haha ... Qania, Qania. Are you a woman with a lack of affection or***** huh? There let your body be touched by a man, you don't have a pen-"

Platc ...

Tristan chided Qania, a slap landed on his cheek making him groan in pain. Tristan looked bitterly at Qania whose eyes were already glazed but the look in Qania's eyes was currently so sharp, gripping.

"Get out of my fucking house, get out!"qania shouted while pointing towards the door.

"I'm not leaving" Tristan said lightly.

"If you don't want to go I'll yell and the people around here will come and drag you out" Qania threatened.

"Just yell, then I'll say that we're a perverted couple and after that we'll be married soon, how's hem?"

"You ...."

"Come on Qania, no need to be hypocritical. I know you've been a woman thirsty for the affection and caresses of men ever since your husband left you. Don't worry about me, I can give you what you want. There's no need to pretend to me, the proof is that you're enjoying a kiss from me, isn't it" Tristan sneered.

Qania's body trembled violently restraining her emotions. He never thought that Tristan would say this bad about him. The day of Qania is as if torn apart.

"Oh, so that's what you think of me?" Qania smiled a smirk. "I'm a woman who thirsts for affection and caresses, right? And what did you say, I am this ******? Hahahaha .. Thank you for your praise, Mr. Tristan Anggara. Yes, I am such a woman, I peddle myself to many men and give love to many men and hang the relationship as I do to you. Then what do you want if I'm that kind of woman, huh?" said Qania while smiling sweetly but the sweeter the smile the more piercing the interlocutor.

"Hahaha .. admit you are also Qania. Never mind, no need to be a saintly pretender, a woman who had once felt the heaven of that world could not possibly hold back from the touch of a man. I can give you a kepua-"

Plakk

One more slap Qania presents to Tristan.

"I approach you and have a special feeling for you because you look so much like my husband, Arkana Wijaya. Don't be so confident in my sweet attitude towards you, I approach you solely to be able to enjoy my husband's face and make up for my longing. But what's happening right now really makes me realize that you, not my Arkan. Yes, honestly I actually thought of you as Arkana Wijaya all this time. Not Tristan Anggara, no. I don't fall in love easily because my heart is only for Arkana and you don't be too confident with our closeness. I'm not the kind of person that other men approach easily. I'm easy to get close to you because you have this" Qania pointed at Tristan's face "If your face doesn't look like my husband's, then you're the umpteenth time I refuse, Mr. Tristan Anggara," said Qania still putting a smile on her lips.

"And you know, my best friend Raka you mean even knows me well. Until now, she knew that I still loved my husband so much and he never said anything to me like you did. He knew I had walked with you but he responded because you look so much like my husband. He takes care of my feelings and even I have rejected him thousands of times but his attitude remains the same. He knew many men who approached me but he still in his own way approached me and never said to me woman***** or woman who was thirsty and affectionate. So Mr. Tristan Anggara, don't be so confident in yourself, you're just the same-faced man as my husband" Qania said at length.

"Then what does your love for me mean Qania?" bentak Tristan's.

"You'll know someday. But this time I'm disappointed in you, Tristan. My Arkanaku never said a single bad word to me when he saw me close to another man. He didn't even scold me when Raka accidentally kissed my hair. My Arkan was not angry when I gathered with other men even with many men, he actually mingled and approached all my friends to ask them to take care of me when he was not able to be with me. My arkan is so sweet, isn't it. And you, you broke my heart for saying that bad to me. Arkan I can be angry later. I'm afraid it can go berserk and tear your body apart if you know you're hurting me. And maybe someday even if you realize what you're saying tonight to me you'll hurt yourself, Tristan Anggara" said Qania, repressed as she shed tears in memory of Arkana's affection for her.

"Ah, right. Remembering my husband makes me fail to move on. He is too great to be loved indeed," Qania said, wiping her tears.

"Qaniaaa ..." cried Tristan. "I don't like you praising men other than myself Qania. Even if it's your own husband. I know I was wrong to have said something bad to you earlier, but it's all because I was too upset with you being touched by another man. You're mine Qania, you can't be touched by another man, I don't like it" Tristan said. He was very sorry to have said that. Especially when he saw Qania smiling but his eyes were crying, for some reason Tristan's heart was being pierced by thousands of daggers.

Qania smiled bitterly. "Stop thinking I am yours because I belong to Arkana Wijaya" said Qania.

Tristan grinned. "Then I will mark you tonight as mine. Be prepared."

Qania was a little horrified to see Tristan's smile, yet she tried to look brave.

"What do you want?" qania asked with a slightly snapping tone.

"you reckon? I want to mark you so that no more men will come near you" Tristan said, swinging his hand against Qania's hair.

"Tristan, don't mess around" Qania threatened.

"No, just one kind of thing" Tristan said as he stepped forward toward Qania, who began to retreat.

Tristan tried to kiss Qania but Qania kept avoiding him until he finally ran out of stock and he slapped Qania to make the cheek red and made Qania shed tears.

"I'm sorry, but you keep fighting" Tristan said, then carried Qania's body into the room.

Qania fell silent as Tristan began to touch her skin. There was not the slightest movement and it made Tristan more free to touch Qania.

Haha ... Qania, Qania. You tried to resist but look now you don't even resist my touch.

"You know Qania, who's down here, is always agitated whenever she's near you. All this time I kept trying to hold him back but not this time" Tristan said, then brought himself closer to kiss Qania on the lips.

Just as Tristan was about to stick his lips to Qania's lips, the words that escaped from Qania's lips brought Tristan to a standstill.

"Ju-Juna."

"Juna? Who else is Qania? Please don't tell me there's still another man you're hiding from me" Tristan said.

"Ju-Juna, please don't come any closer. Please," Qania said with tears beginning to spill.

"Damn, who's that guy, huh? Qania, don't try to trick me into calling me another man just to make me mad at you. Let's enjoy tonight, baby," Tristan said, bringing her lips closer together.

Just now, just now the lips will stick now back to stop because of the sound of knocking from the outside. While cursing Tristan walked out, but in his heart he hoped that the people who came were the people around so they thought Tristan and Qania were a perverted couple and immediately they married tonight.

Tristan opened the door, but when the two neutrals met with the guest's netra, the two stared at each other viciously.

"You?" say both at the same time.

"What business did you come here for?" sulk Tristan.

"I should be the one, what are you doing here?" raka Balas.

"Gue's here because my woman is here" Tristan replied.

"Don't just say anything. Qania is a bu-"

"Arkanaaaaa help meuuu."

Qania's shout succeeded in making Raka and Tristan aghast. Raka violently pushed Tristan's body until his back hit the wall.

Raka ran into Qania's room and found her curled up on the bedstead while hugging her knees. Raka went straight up to the bed to calm Qania who kept calling Arkana.

"Qania lo why?" raka asked worriedly then glanced at Tristan who was staring at them near the bed.

"Arkana please," said Qania.

Raka was surprised, he immediately looked at Tristan as if asking for an answer. His heart was ready if he had to hear the reality that he had feared all this time.

"She had been talking about someone's name and now called her dead husband. Let's not say he's crazy" Tristan said.

Raka breathed a sigh of relief then looked back at Qania who was still calling Arkana.

"Qania, why? Arkana doesn't exist, it's me Raka" said Raka trying to calm Qania down.

"Ra-Raka? You came Ka? Where's Abdi, Baron and Yoga?" tanya Qania who went straight into Raka's arms.

"Who else is that?" tristan.

"There is no Qan. Lo why exactly?" tanya Raka grew anxious while stroking Qania's hair.

"Raka, Juna she-she, hiksss," Qania's cries broke out in Raka's arms.

Raka thought hard about what Qania was going through.

A juna? Who's Juna? Why did Qania mention Abdi, Baron and Yoga? Juna, Juna, Juna? batin Raka's.

Raka widened her eyes as one incident perched in her mind. He quickly stood up and gave a bogeman in Tristan's stomach until the man hit the wall.

"What the fuck?" snapped Tristan while holding her stomach.

"Sat! Lo apain Qania huh?" geram Raka's.

"I'm fine" replied Tristan.

"Don't lie. You must have done something to Qania so he became a kayak gini. You must have tried to harass her and resort to violence against her, right?" raka shouted then again punching Tristan's stomach.

Damnit damnit! How'd he know?

"Fuck lo! Qania has trauma that smells of abuse and violence and you have re-introduced that trauma. Damn it, bastard, anj*ng lo," Raka maki repeatedly hit Tristan's body with her punch.

"Hand him Ghai, kill him. He-he tore my clothes off and slapped me. Finish him off, Ghai" cried Qania, who stopped Raka from beating Tristan.

"Ghi?" para Tristan and Raka.

"Oh no, it means true that the current Qania is back in trauma. Damnit damnit! He thought this was the case when we KKN and Ghaisan came to his aid when Juna was about to rape him. Goddamn it, Tristan!" angered Raka then immediately went up to the tidue spot.

But Raka had not yet touched Qania, Qania immediately collapsed and lost consciousness. Raka panicked more and Tristan, he fell silent unable to say a word because he realized that at this time he had made a very fatal mistake that could make Qania's soul shaken.

Sorry I'm Qania, sorry.

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