Forever Love

Insurance Agent

"Huh ...."

Tristan threw his body on the bed. It feels so fucked up. Qania did not follow his wishes. He continued to stare at his phone where there was a photo of Qania in his gallery which he was currently looking at with his finger rubbing the face.

"Qania, Qania, Qania. Ohh Qania!!" tristan shouted then grabbed his own hair.

“Actually lo who the hell is Qan? Lo angel? Or is that my soul mate? Have we had a relationship in the past? Are you a reincarnation and a girl in my past? Have we ever been in a relationship in the past and have we ever made a vow to stay together until I love you this way? But I don't believe in reincarnation, I don't. Or ... what elo is one of the girls who ever stopped in my heart before Marsya? Do we have a relationship with Marsya? Do I have to go to Marsya about elo? But I can't possibly go to him. There I just add to the problem by asking about other women to him.”

Tristan groaned in frustration. No reason could convince him of his deep feelings for Qania. He seemed to want to cry when he remembered how he would be engaged to Marsya while his heart was adrift by other women. Want to escape but not possible. He would humiliate Marsya and the girl's family if he left her at the engagement site. Wanting to cancel was not possible because the engagement plan that should be another week is now being advanced because Marsya has to go abroad for business affairs and Mr. Alvindo also urged Tristan to keep and bind Marsya.

“Arrrgggghhh ..”.

“I shouldn't have gone there. I shouldn't have to meet that lunch invitation,” grumbled Tristan.

Earlier while he was in the cafe, Mr. Alvindo called him on the grounds of asking him to come to lunch together. But when Tristan got there apparently not only Marsya and his Papa were waiting there but some relatives and business associates of Mr. Alvindo.

“Sorry too late,” said Tristan felt keki by seeing the many pairs of eyes that are now staring at him. Forced smile he showed to brush off his awkwardness.

Tristan circulated his gaze and the empty seat was only one that was between Marsya and Mr. Alvindo.

“No Tris, come here,” call Marsya.

With hesitation Tristan approached. What's this business about? Why are so many Marsya families here? And why do I feel so bad like this. Hopefully this lunch will not bring anything bad to me, Tristan said.

“Well, because now it is complete, let's start lunch,” said Mr. Alvindo.

“Happy meal ...”

Everything seemed to be rejoicing and only Tristan felt confused himself. Even one mouthful was very difficult he swallowed. He also saw Marsya who kept smiling while chewing his food.

What was?

Only those two words kept Tristan muttering in his heart. Until finally they finished their lunch and when all looked seriously staring at him made Tristan have trouble sipping his drinking water.

“Why do you guys see me like that?” tristan asked confused.

“Ekhmmm .. Tristan, me and my relatives here deliberately invite you to discuss about your engagement with Marsya,” said Mr. Alvindo calmly.

Tu-fiancee?

With a forced smile Tristan nodded his head. “In less than two weeks we will be engaged. Isn't that right, Sya?” tristan looked at Marsya.

Marsya smiled clumsyly, “Sorry Tris, it seems we can not carry out the engagement on the date we have planned,” said Marsya.

Mean what? Will we not engage in engagement? Is the time delayed? Ah if yes how happy my heart is, Tristan cheered in his heart.

“What's up?” tanya Tristan tried to display an expression of shock as well as disappointment.

“Hallo nak Tristan, introduce me to Bendelina, Alvindo's only sister and Marsya's only aunt. And next to me is Ricko, my husband, and there Marsya is Juliana, Marsya's cousin. I'm sorry I made your special day fall apart. There is really no intention of aunt before your decision. But in another week Auntie Om will go abroad and stay there for a long time because Om you have to take care of his company there. So, since we don't want to lose this special moment of dear nephew, we agreed to ask Brother Alvin to advance your engagement day. If you don't mind let Auntie take care of all her shows and you and Marsya just do the engagement procession. Aunty is afraid of not being able to attend your wedding. So let Auntie take care of this engagement as a replacement for Mama Marsya, yes.”

The words of Aunt Bendelina successfully made Tristan like struck by lightning in broad daylight.

Whahuh? So the engagement was just advanced? What the f*ck!

Tristan looked at Aunt Bendelina whose eyes were already glazed with a hoarse voice at the end of her speech which Tristan knew her aunt Marsya was holding back her tears. Refusing is impossible. Seeing the woman who was about forty-five years old begged Tristan not to bear. But what about his heart?

I shouldn't have come to this place. I feel like a prisoner who can't run anywhere. Crazy, this is crazy! What about Qania? I do not want to have a serious relationship especially very sacred with other women besides Qania.

“Tristan?” call me Ricko.

“Eh ... yes?”

“Tris, are you daydreaming? What the hell are you thinking? Don't you want to get engaged to me?” scatter Marsya while looking with teary eyes at Tristan.

“Oh, sorry. I was just pretty surprised. Yes, I was able to daydream and think. I was honestly shocked by what I just said. I was just thinking about the plans I had already put together for our engagement. Em, actually I object a little because no matter how I have planned all this from far away auntie, hehe. But if this is the case yes I will not refuse,” said Tristan skillfully berkilah.

Everything in the room breathed a sigh of relief without exception Marsya who had panicked was now back in flowers.

“Thank God. But once again aunty apologizes for ruining your plan yes Tris,” said aunt Belinda who looks sincere.

“It's okay Aunt. But in time I just wait for the day. I should be the man who prepares it all,” said Tristan felt bad.

“That's no problem, Tris. You guys go find an engagement ring and the rest leave it to us. Aye right?” ask Aunt Bendelina to the others.

Everybody assented. In addition to Marsya, the face of Mr. Alvindo also looks very happy. Seeing her daughter happy made her even happier.

“Daddy female side no one wants to convey?” ask one of their relatives.

Mr. Alvindo smiled, “I am speechless after seeing my daughter smiling happily. Thank you Tristan. Take care of my daughter and help accompany her to go abroad later. I only believe in you.”

“Definitely Om,” replied Tristan who looked so firm and convincing when in his heart he was so weak.

They also talked about engagement. Only Tristan was unhappy yet forced himself to look happy.

“Tris, we should look for the engagement ring first after this,” Marsya said in a voice so spoiled.

“I did terse-“ Tristan speech stopped because his phone rang- “After Yes, I want to pick up the phone first. It's from cafe.”

Although it is very visible in his eyes that Marsya is not happy but his lips continue to smile and agree. Tristan doesn't care about that.

“Good day, we from insurance agent want to offer—“

“What? Any customers running amok in the cafe? How could? Don't you guys work well?” tristan snapped intentionally so that everyone in the room heard him,

“Sorry, what are you talking about?”the insurance agent asked confusedly.

“Please, handle it for a minute. I can't be bothered right now. If the person keeps making trouble in the cafe then just report it to the police!”

“Sorry, it looks like you have a hearing loss as well as a psychiatric. Good afternoon!”

Tristan was not strong to want to laugh when the call was cut off unilaterally. But because he was still in a theatrical situation he continued his conversation.

“More? Who are they really?” tristan asked with a tail of eyes that were constantly monitoring the people who were in the room.

“Sial, they are thugs who are quite famous for their cruelty. Then you guys don't be rash let me come to handle it. Can you hold them for forty minutes from now?”

“Do not ngaco. Forty minutes is not long. Anyway I don't want to know yes, if you can't hold it then you will get the reward. You heard the word-ka—“

“Tristan,” call mr Alvindo cut off Tristan chat.

Tristan lowered his phone and hid it on his back and turned to Mr. Alvindo.

“Sorry Om, there is a little problem in the cafe,” Tristan said with a tense face and also looks angry. This guy is really good at playing with expression.

“Then you go,” said Mr. Alvindo making Marsya look questioningly at him.

“No need Om. I still have to take care of the ring with Marsya. After all I hired them it was to bust the cafe, so it was already their job.” Tristan pretended to turn off his phone and then sat back in his place.

“That's not Tris' problem. Later in the night you can find them together. Solve your problems first. If it is not resolved soon it will definitely have an impact on you as well. It will be a burden on your mind too,” said Ricko.

Tristan looked at Marsya with a hard-to-understand look. “Where Is It?”

“Hmm, how to do again,” Marsya replied disappointed.

“This is aja deh Sya, you are the same Julia after this go to the jewelry store. Find the ring you want. If I can quickly solve the problem in the cafe then I will come after. But if you don't then just send me a picture of the ring and let me help you choose it, how?” tristan asked with a proposal that he himself did not know where he could get the idea.

Disappointed face it turned into happy, “True also yes Tris. Then you go take care of your cafe and I'll go with Julia.”

“Wah see, the idea of your future husband makes you and your sister can have a chance to walk together before you split,” tease om Ricko.

“True Pi. Thank you, Tristan,” said Julia, a girl who is about seventeen years old.

“Iya,” reply Tristan. “Then I say yes,” said Tristan farewell.

“Iya ..”

“You be careful. Call me,” said Marsya.

Tristan just nodded then rushed away with quick steps until it did not take long he had arrived in his car.

“Haahhh .. finally free too. Hufftt, thank God an insurance officer called me. I'll call him back and give him a tip,” Tristan said then pulled out his phone and called the number earlier.

“Sorry I confused you. Be honest today if you don't call me then I'll be in big trouble. Don't be confused, I'm not a hearing or psychiatric person. And since you helped me, give me your account number and I'll give you a bonus. Now!”

Without further ado and hearing the words from across the street Tristan immediately turned off his call. A message entered Tristan's phone with the contents of an account number. Tristan quickly sent him some money and soon the number called him with a big thank you.

Tristan also drove his car not to the cafe but returned to his home. When he got home he was pacing back and forth in the room. He was confused as to what to do and finally with all the strength he had gathered, he decided to call Qania. He gets Qania's mobile number as he imposes a will to deliver Qania to Raka.

But he was disappointed by Qania's reply, which seemed to not care about him. In his heart he continued to hope that Qania could help him, could reciprocate his feelings and could make himself the happiest man in the world.

.... . ....

“Please plan that engagement. You set the date, set the place but not Marsya who will be engaged to me but Qania Salsabila Wijaya. Stop me if you can! If Qania doesn't come, I will. I'm ready with all the consequences.”

“But the one thing that kept me confused, who was Qania? Why am I so knee-jerk to him? I wanted to provoke myself by saying that I was Arkana Wijaya. But, if calculated Qania's husband died approximately five years while I was in an accident and was in a coma in the hospital longer than that. Or ... or maybe because the spirits of Arkana are still curious because they died on their wedding day. Continues because his spirit still wants to finish his marriage with Qania so stray me? It does not rule out the possibility, I hear and read a lot about it, considering our faces are the same. Marsya also said at that time I had no hope to live again considering the injuries and the enormity of the accident that I experienced. With all of a sudden I woke up from a coma then there must have been miracles and interference from the spirit of Arkana. This could be one of the most likely possibilities.”

Tristan seemed to get a breath of fresh air with a thought that had just been triggered in his brain. He does not believe in reincarnation but believes in curious spirits.

“Crazy! Why am I just realizing now? For this reason, Qania will be my lover. She would not refuse her husband's wishes. And I must thank you Arkana Wijaya. I'm also proud of you for having such amazing female taste. I promise I will keep Qania with all my body. And after I married Qania, I hope you calm down in nature yes bro...”

Tristan called Qania again, and he couldn't wait for Qania to answer his phone.

“What's up?”

Always ketus, Tristan's inner.

“Qania, what are you doing?”

“I just finished a shower and want to change clothes.”

Glucose …

Tristan has trouble swallowing his saliva, the brain fantasizes about imagining Qania's body changing clothes.

“Don't try fantasizing wildly towards me. Or I'll get your brain out of your head. You perverted man!”

“Ka-you know where if I was doing that, upss?” Tristan immediately covered his mouth with his hand due to the innocence.

With a fairly rough breath from across the channel.

“I was just fishing for you and you already admitted it.”

“You framed me Qania,” annoyed Tristan.

“Just blame yourself for being so easily framed.”

Kan, ketus again. Try to talk soft Qania, I am Arkana Wijaya eh does not mean in me there is the spirit of Arkana.

“Do not keep complaining in your heart. Hurry up and say what you want to say. I don't have much time!”

“Oke-okay. Just get angry. I want to discuss something important with you,” Tristan said.

“Ya already said, no need to convolve.”

“Look, do you believe in curious spirits?”

“Why are you asking like that? Are you possessed?”

“Iya, uh no! I'll ask you, just answer first just ask again.”

“Slightly anyway. What's the matter?”

“Ak-I feel that the spirit of Arkana is not calm and still curious because he died on your wedding day. And you know, I was in a coma and declared I'd never live again. But suddenly I woke up. And when I met you I felt something was different. Just so you know, I've become a criminal because I've been stalking you since we first met at the seminar. I was confused as to why I could have other feelings with you just by looking into your eyes. I thought about my strange feelings for a long time until I linked your husband's death to my accident. And the conclusion that I can draw is the possibility is the spirit of Arkana residing in my body.”

There was no sound, Qania fell silent and it made Tristan feel anxious. Whether Qania would be angry or not even want to talk to him again. Thinking about those things made Tristan shake his head.

“You ever comma?”

Tristan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Qania's voice which was softly heard but there was a hint of panic.

“Yes, about five years ago too,” replied Tristan, he laid his body on the bed. For some reason waiting for Qania's voice made his power drain.

“Oh. Yes already, I want to change clothes.”

What the f*ck! Is that all? Pekik Tristan in heart.

“Qania, can't you respond to my words with pleasantries or enthusiasm? I was expecting it very much Qania,” whining Tristan.

“Please wait, there comes a time.”

“What does ...”

Tutt .. tutt .. tutt …

The call was unilaterally cut.

“What does Qania mean? Any time? What is Qania thinking?” tristan Gumam.

Curious, he decides to send a message to Qania.

Qania, I'm waiting for that time to come. But please don't make me wait too long. And if you can please stop my engagement. Do you sincerely see the spirit of Arkana in my body is engaged to another man?

Tristan could only look at the message that Qania had read.

Minutes …

Two minutes …

Five minutes …

One hour …

No reply from Qania made Tristan laugh bitterly.

“Basic stubborn girl. You arrogant girl. But I love her. Hahaha, it is true that love paralyzes logic.”

Tristan decided to take a shower because at his place at this time it was already showing at five o'clock in the afternoon which means that in place Qania had shown at six in the afternoon.

“Positive thinking only. He may again pray Magrib,” Tristan said comforting himself as he walked towards the bathroom.

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