Forever Love

Just Stay

Syaquile drove away from Qania, who was standing in front of the gate of the tightly shut Arkana house. He wanted to wait together, but Qania told him to go home to rest a child before doing their plan. Finally Qania stood alone waiting for Mr. Anwar to come to open the gate. But up to ten minutes there was no sign of anyone coming out of the luxurious classic house.

"Where are they going?" muttered Qania while fiddling with her phone trying to call Mr. Anwar.

"Assalamualaikum sir, where else?" ask Qania as soon as Mr. Anwar answers his call.

"Oh again at the show next door. I'm in front of the house sir, can you open the door?"

"Yes sir, I'm waiting."

Qania put her phone back in her little bag. Shortly thereafter, Anwar was seen riding a motorcycle. Pak Anwar stopped beside Qania and got off the bike after turning off the engine.

"Sorry Non, we again help in the complex next to bi Ochi as well. His son is Mr. RW Non wedding," said Mr. Anwar while opening the gate.

"Yes, it's okay, sir. I am also not telling you if you want to come," said Qania as she walked into the yard of the house.

"Non Qania needs something? Let me call bi Ochi," asked Anwar.

"No, sir. I went back to RW's house. I'll call you if there's anything. Besides, if there is something evil there will be CCTV, hehe," quipped Qania.

"Hehe .. Non-Qania's sense of humor is growing yes," said Anwar.

"Hihihi .. pak Anwar is there," kekeh Qania.

"Yes Non, I went back to the house of Mr. RW. Take care of yourself, Non. Oh yes sorry but CCTV again damaged Non," said Mr. Anwar.

"It's okay sir. You go back again, I'm fine," said Qania then entered the house.

Mr. Anwar also left the house not to forget he closed the gate before boarding his motorcycle.

Qania walked into the house and opened the door with the key given by Mr. Anwar.

"Assalamualaikum" said Qania.

This is what always makes Qania sad when she sets foot in this house full of memories. The shadow of Arkana instantly flashed through his mind. He could even see himself and Arkana joking in this room. Qania rubbed her tears that had dripped without her permission.

"I try hard, but still I can't let you go. My heart still feels sad every time I remember you. I can't forget you at all, Arkana. I'm not used to it and won't be able to forget you Arkana. My heart knows you too well and wants you too much. I doubt I can love anyone but you and Tristan" said Qania, then decided to go up to her room on the second floor.

Qania opened the door of the room and the same scenery as usual was immediately presented in her heart. He was inflamed looking at his photo that read 'Wingless Angel' that. Every time Qania opened the door to this room, there was always something claustrophobic in her chest. He also immediately imagined how he and Arkana spent the first night in this room. Everything was reflected in his mind and that is what made Qania prefer to hold the taste because let alone to tell stories, by remembering it he had broken tears. He does not want people to consider him crybaby or more because it has been five years left but still continues to be sad.

They don't know what, what it's like to be left for ever again.

While continuing to suppress her feelings, Qania walked in and directly threw her body on the bed.

"Ka, I Miss you so much. I miss you, Ka. I hope you're still alive, even though you don't know where you are. I hope what I hope will come true. Please Ka, don't leave me like a gini. There are still many things you promised me and you have not fulfilled. Please come back, let's build our household with everything you promised me" said Qania, closing her eyes and without feeling the water flowing slowly from both corners of her eyes.

.... . ....

A handsome man was walking out of the airport. His appearance is quite striking by wearing sunglasses and also a mask that covers his face. Who else if not Tristan. He chose to cover his face before inviting excitement like Qania who fainted at that time. It is possible that at the airport someone knew Arkana, so he decided to cover his face, he thought.

"So this is Qania's hometown" Tristan said after entering a taxi.

"Where are you going?" ask the taxi driver.

"Oh yeah, where am I going?" tristan Gumam.

I'll call Qania a few times. But ntar is not a surprise dong, Inner Tristan.

"But sir, I called my friend where he is now" Tristan replied and the taxi driver nodded.

Long Tristan thought ...

He shook his head because he remembered that Qania was very easy to find.

"To Mr. Zafran Sanjaya's house only sir," said Tristan.

"Sir Zafran? The Regent means that?" the taxi driver was quite surprised.

"Yes sir" replied Tristan steadily.

The taxi driver took Tristan to Zafran Sanjaya's house. Arriving there, Mr. Roni was chatting with several neighbors who began to busy coming to Elin's house.

Tristan lowered the car door and then he came down by opening a little mask to try to ask the people who were dying gathered at the guard post of Mr. Roni.

"Good afternoon, is this really Qania Salsabila's house?" ask Tristan.

People who gathered and were busy telling stories turned their heads.

"Yes right, what is the need?" ask Mr. Roni.

"I'm a friend of Qania from the city of Y. There's a need for college sir. Emm, Qanianya is there?" ask Tristan again.

"Oh my goodness the guest is far away apparently. But unfortunately non-Qanianya is not at home Mas. Try to go to the house of Mr. Setya, non-Qania usually there Mas," replied Roni kindly.

"Oh that's it, sir. That Syaquile exists?" tristan asked again, just talking.

"Nothing either, Mom. Just come out again do not know where," replied Mr. Roni. "If you can tell whose name it is?" ask Roni again.

"Oh I'm Tristan Pak. Then if you'll excuse me, then go straight to Qania" Tristan said farewell.

"Yes Mas" said Mr. Roni.

"Ba-baik Mas," said the driver then immediately drove his car to the address they were going to.

How could he not be nervous, if only people knew who was the head of the taxi company. He is Zafran Sanjaya and no one knows that his taxi company is his only subordinate. The driver was nervous because he was afraid that he would meet his boss in person and assess his work. Thank God it's not what he thinks.

Syaquile did not realize that he did not even know the business of this one Papa. He thought that the business he would take care of was plantation and agriculture, whereas what his father meant was PT Sanjay Transport. Likewise with Qania who do not know, only Alisha and Setya who had known it outside the subordinates of Zafran.

.... . . ...

Qania woke up from his sleep, apparently after feeling sad and longing that was so tight his chest that he actually fell asleep and at this time he was very hungry. He quickly walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. Soon he was out in full clothes.

Qania simply combed her hair and let it break down and polished a little and coated her lips with a moisturizer.

Qania also opened the drawer in his closet to take the key of the motor that he always kept in that place. He was just afraid that someone else would use the Arkana motorcycle.

Qania rushed out of the house and headed straight to the garage to pick up the bike.

"Excuse me!!"

Qania, who had just turned the bike, turned the engine off and walked out of the garage to see who was visiting.

"Yes, who are you looking for?" qania asked with squinting eyes looking at the man in front of her wearing sunglasses and a mask on his face.

He opened his glasses and mask and put on his sweetest smile.

"Tristan!!" peeking Qania, he was very surprised but the man in front of him was just a whimper.

"Did you miss me so much that you were so happy to shout my name?" ledek Tristan's.

"You!! What are you doing here?" ask Qania while wailing to pay attention to the situation around the house.

"Of course meet my future wife. How the hell," replied Tristan lightly.

Qania immediately pulled Tristan's hand to enter through the side door that counted with the garage. He subconsciously took Tristan up to his room.

Deggs ....

Tristan's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the room decorated with photos of Qania and Arkana. Coupled with the largest photo on the top wall of the bed.

Tristan staggered, for some reason, but fortunately Qania quickly helped him and immediately took Tristan to sit on the sofa.

"You why?" ask Qania to panic.

"Come on, my chest feels tight. Maybe I'm hungry" replied Tristan still clutching his chest.

"La-par?" qania asked confused.

"Hmm ... Don't you want to get me food or drink?" tanya Tristan dramatizes.

"Take it yourself. This is your home" answered Qania, but she did not realize it.

"You're the mistress of this house so get it for me" Tristan said whining. Both are unaware of what they say. Maybe it was because Tristan lacked focus and Qania was panicking.

"Let's say, I'm hungry too. Want not to come with me to the cafe, I want to eat for free in my cafe," asked Qania.

"Good idea" replied Tristan.

Qania rolled his eyes panted, he reached into his phone which was in his small bag that was hanging from his shoulder.

"Hallo Ro, aren't you at the cafe?"

"Yes Qan, I'm the same Rizal happened to be in the cafe again. What was? Want where?"

"Yes. Ready two grilled chickens" replied Qania.

"Two? Who's Qan coming with?"

"Just like Arkana" Qania replied, ending his call.

Tristan stared unblinkingly at Qania who called herself Arkana. He became self-absorbed.

"Why you?" qania asked who was astonished to see Tristan.

"Ehhc ... I'm Tristan, not Arkana" Tristan said awkwardly.

I know and I know it intentionally. When else do Rizal with Fero. Hmmm .. somehow they are both witnesses of my love and Arkana's journey. What's wrong with dividing Tristan with them. But sorry to the parents, I'm not ready to tell you this. Wait for the time to come, let the facts speak, the inner Qania.

"Kok so you're the one who daydreams?" tristan's reprimand made Qania flinch.

"Yes come on," take Qania who is now back to her flat mode.

A little sweet attitude eh suddenly sniffed again. Fortunately I love, Inner Tristan.

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