Forever Love

No Caring

**Hai guys, I finished my exam and finally I've been valid to use a ST degree aka Bachelor of Engineering. I'm really happy, even though I know this has nothing to do with you guys.

And thank you for continuing to wait for the continuation of the story, I love you ...

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I don't know what words I should write to open this letter, I was confused.

Say good night because when I write it's night. But later when you read this letter, of course, the day has changed. Whether it's night or morning or afternoon. For sure I do not know so I can only * say :

...Hi, Tristan Anggara...

...How are you doing?...

I'm sorry that you had to spend a lot of time reading this letter but I'm not bothered either you mind or you don't take your time for me. I don't give a shit!

Evil yes, evil I admit. *But whatever you think I don't care.

Oh yeah Tristan, about what I said back then. Hmm... Sorry but I'm not really in love with you. I've been staring at you as my Arkan. Whatever you think and I don't care.

I'm a j*lang you said, maybe that's what you think of me, but I don't care what you think of me either.

You know, it feels like being betrayed by the person we love the most is very painful. I am also a woman. So I don't want to hurt another woman at all and you know what I mean. If you don't understand then I don't care.

Evil huh?

Yeah, bad because I'm a bad guy. Hate me as much as you want and if you can forget me Tristan.

I'm interested in you, a little bit interested. But back again, there is a heart we must take care of. If I wanted to obey my ego then I would hurt two people at once, ah no. There are even many hearts that will be hurt. Like my son who does not want his Daddy figure replaced by someone else. And I have promised to be faithful to my late husband.

Stranger, be foreign if one day we cross paths. Act as if Tristan Anggara had never known Qania Salsabila Wijaya. Suggest yourself and provoke your heart and mind that there has never been someone named Qania Salsabila Wijaya in the life of Tristan Anggara.

Forget me, forget it. Continue your life with the woman you were with first. If you choose to be with me then you will only feel pain because I do not look at you as Tristan but my Arkan.

Don't be so naive as to say that you're willing to think of yourself like that. I know a little bit you must have been hurt.

Don't wait for me to come to you! Because it will never happen unless you are really my Arkan, then I will run to you myself.

Forget me and move on with your life. I will pray for you from here. May you always be happy and healthy. Eat a lot, because someone who likes me takes a lot of energy to forget me.

Goodbye Tristan Anggara, I will miss you one day if I have time.

^^Your old friend^^^

^^^^^Qania Salsabila Wijaya^^^^^^

Tristan clenched both of his hands with the letter paper he read inside his fist. Indeed the letter in the morning carried by the POS sir immediately burned his heart.

That is what Tristan is feeling right now.

Qania, what the fuck?

Tristan rushed to his room after reading the letter in the living room. Ignoring bi Ria who kept calling for breakfast. Tristan walked into his room and cleaned himself up inside the bathroom.

After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom and changed into formal clothes like she used to go to work every day.

Tristan got into his car which was being heated by Mr. Yotar. There is only one goal, drive the car to the Qania rented house.

Tristan stops his car right in front of Qania's contract along with a motorcycle that also stops right next to Tristan's car which is none other than Raka. When Tristan opens the car door, Raka opens her helmet.

"You?!" The two pointed at each other with different expressions.

"Would you like to come here?" Again, the two asked the same thing at the same time.

"Of course I want to see Qania" said Tristan a little haughty, even he forgot that last night they looked so familiar.

From the eyes of the two, it could be seen that there was hostility and competition there. Raka no longer cared for Tristan who stared intimidatedly at her. He walked towards Qania's contract. Not to be outdone by Raka, Tristan immediately walked to the Qania contract.

Tok ... tok ...

"Qan, it's me Raka. Lo's inside, right?" raka asked gently while knocking on the door of the house.

One minute ... two minutes .. three minutes .. five minutes ...

"Qania, why didn't she come out?" muttered Raka.

Tristan was just waiting, he was silent in place but his eyes looked restless when Qania did not come out. He began to think of things that might happen considering the letter he had received this morning.

Qania!! Please don't leave me Qania. Please, we need to talk from heart to heart. I want to apologize for the bad words that accidentally came out of my mouth, this son of a bitch. Please come out Qania, I hope you're still here.

"At least talk to me directly, Qania. I can understand, why do I have to go through a letter like this?" muttered Raka while taking out a letter from her jacket pocket.

"Letter?"

Tristan who was still standing in front of the house was surprised to hear Raka's words, he walked up to Raka and sat down with her.

"What?" tanya Raka doesn't like seeing Tristan coming.

"Gue heard you talking about the letter" said Tristan flatly, trying to hide his curiosity.

When Raka wants to argue Tristan, the contract owner comes to them.

"Excuse me, what's in front of the Qania boarding house?" ask Mr. Darman.

"We're looking for Qania, sir," Raka replied.

Tristan also waited for the father's voice to be heard again and in his heart he continued to pray for good news that he would hear.

"Oh, Qania has returned home and he has given the key to me" he said, making Tristan seem to lose energy in his body.

"Pu-home town?" tanya Tristan.

"Yes. And because Lala hasn't come back so I'm holding the keys to their boarding house" she replied.

"When don't you go home, sir?" tristan asked with a look that looked like a fool.

"If that's what I don't know."

"Yes, thank you Pa."

"Yes, if that's what I'm sorry about first," he said then waltzed away.

After the landlord left, Tristan again asked about the letter to Raka.

"Why? Do you envy me knowing that I got a letter from Qania?" ketus Raka's.

"Yes no. Yes, I see from the face of Lo gini it seems that the contents of the letter Qania make Lo hurt," taunted Tristan.

"What the hell lo, not clear," snorted Raka.

Tristan laughed blandly, honestly he was afraid that it turned out that the contents of the letter Qania to Raka was just the opposite and would make him hurt.

"Gue also got a letter from Qania and it said he felt real to me" Tristan said trying to provoke Raka.

Instead of being upset just at this time Raka even laughed out loud. Of course Tristan was annoyed yet curious as well.

"Don't lie. You think I'd believe that same shit Lo? Don't dream and don't dream!" Raka firmly.

"What do you mean?" sentak Tristani.

"Gue and Lo are the same," Raka said as she stared fixedly at Tristan.

"What's the same?" ask Tristan.

"Yesame. You both get a letter that's a rejection, right?" said Raka and it was a success to make Tristan again feel disappointed.

"Di-he rejected you?" ask Tristan to make sure.

Raka answered with deheman. He smiled at Tristan. He recalls waking up and finding a letter at the door of his hostel.

The letter contained Qania's apology for giving Raka a chance and giving her false hope. Qania apologized because until this moment he could not reciprocate Raka's feelings and wanted to focus on college, children and work that was waiting for him to be handled as a replacement for Arkana. In the letter Qania also asserts that he did not choose Tristan either even though his face was so similar to that of Arkana. There was a sense of relief for Raka because her rival also got rejected.

After reading the letter, Raka hurriedly rode her motorcycle and finally arrived in front of Qania's rented house but coincided with Tristan's arrival. Although he did not ask the man, but from the contents of the Qania letter Raka had guessed that this man was both rejected by the same woman.

Both of them were silent in front of the house.

"Lo know where Qania's original home is?" tristan asked in the hope that Raka would give a yes answer and tell him the address.

"Cih .. I know that, we are already from first class SD. But ... If I knew I wouldn't have told you Lo," said Raka coldly.

"Hmm .. I'll find out for myself," Tristan said, then left Raka, who was still looking at him.

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