Forever Love

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In the kitchen at this time is heard laughter that is so crowded when seen there are only two people there. There was only Bi Ochi and the daughter-in-law of this house, Qania. As always, though, both of them will definitely chat and joke and do not forget Bi Ochi slipped warm gossip around the residents of the complex in their chat and Qania also chimed in even though there were also unknown in the discussion of Bi The ochi.

“So it's colombus Non,” said bi Ochi.

“What is the Colombus Bi?” ask Qania curious.

“Colombus, group moms packers, hahaha.”

Qania laughed until she let out her tears. What they are discussing is a new term at the party where if there is more food will definitely be wrapped by the neighbors and those who wrap the food more it has the nickname of a colombus, namely, group of mothers of packers.

“Yeah, jeez bi. Got a term from where the hell?” qania continued to laugh.

“Ngot know Non, triggered by it, hehe.” Reply bi Ochi.

“Haha, yes,” said Qania then he moved the fried rice from the pan to a large bowl. “Hmmm, Bi Ochi fried rice is very, very appetizing. Let's eat Bi, call Mr. Anwar too,” said Qania while bringing with him the spirit of a large bowl of fried rice.

“Non Qania eat first, Aunty still has to clean the house. Mr. Anwar is also away picking up goods at the master's office, Non,” declined Bi Ochi's delicate.

“Hmm, yes already Bi,” said Qania then started his meal alone.

While imagining things that were certainly not Tristan Anggara, Qania finished two dishes of fried rice this morning. After that he rushed back to his room to take a bath and went to his parents' house to see Syaquile.

His name is also Qania, of course, not in line with what he had planned at the dinner table to immediately take a shower. It is evident that he is currently lazing on the sofa while playing his cellphone. Not looking at social media, but checking the value has come out or not because soon it will enter the seventh semester.

“Management starting next week huh? I'll come back or will I?” muttered Qania while holding her chin with one hand that was on the sofa consciousness.

“By the way about the seventh semester, before I left KKN I had a proposal exam first yes. What if I ask for a recommendation for a proposal exam before the internship? Let one burden pass,” he said again then immediately look for contact Pak Agus Setiawan, his guardian lecturer.

Qania was still hesitant to contact him. Returning to the memory of the wife of his guardian lecturer made Qania undo his intentions. “What is meant by bu Maharani? What is the relationship between him, Tristan and the Alvindo family?” muttered Qania again who remembered the words of Bu Maharani the last time Qania met.

Qania continued to think even long enough he thought what he should do until finally he remembered Mr. Erlangga. “Phone Mr. Dean, he will have a mission for me when I intern. Maybe I can persuade her to agree to this wish. Yes, call Mr. Erlangga now.”

Qania also immediately sought contact Mr. Erlangga who he named Mr. Dean. Directly reads the tone but has not been answered. Qania sighed, he hesitated to call a second time but his phone actually rang and it was from Mr. Dean aka Mr. Erlangga.

“Assalamu’alaikum Pak,” said Qania giving greetings.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. What's the matter Qania?” ask Mr. Erlangga.

“Sorry to interrupt your time, I just want to ask,” said Qania awkwardly.

“I am not busy Qania. What was? Just say.”

“Look sir, less than two weeks away we will go down for an internship. I intend to complete the proposal exam first before the internship. So that later I have passed the initial test stage. If you can sir,” said Qania then bit her lower lip.

“Of course. That can be arranged. You come to campus and take care of the files to take the proposal exam.”

To college? Really, I'm very far away from college. Inner Qania.

“Good Sir,” replied Qania resigned.

“If I think it's right also your idea for the exam first. Later tonight I wait at home, we will discuss your internship.”

What the hell? Later tonight? That's right, sir. I'm on a different land than your island right now. Qania shouted in heart.

“I will try Sir,” said Qania lethargic.

“Ya already, I wait for ya. There's a lot of things we're gonna talk about. Good morning.”

“Good morning Sir.”

Qania immediately leaned lethargic on the sofa as soon as the call ended. Several times he took a breath and then exhaled it violently.

“How is it? The time I have to leave today,” muttered Qania while closing her eyes and her hands massaging her temple. “I'd better take a shower, maybe after refreshing the mind body can also follow fresh.”

Qania also walked to the bathroom, he decided to take a quick shower so he could quickly think and find a way. Not wasting time, he thought.

 

. . .

 

“Arkana,” call Raka and Tristan who was walking into his cafe turned his head because he heard a name that was very familiar to him called.

Tristan frowned, he was confused as to why Raka called him Arkana. He concluded that it was he who was called by Raka because there was no one else. “Gue?” point Tristan at himself.

“Ya elo, who else,” said Raka songong while walking towards Tristan.

Tristan smiled faintly before reopening his voice. “Gue Tristan Anggara who is either bad luck or luck so I can face the same as Arkana,” said Tristan then chuckled softly.

“Gue wants to talk to you,” said Raka now flat with no expression on her face again.

“Sign in,” said Tristan invited Raka into his cafe.

The two of them entered Tristan's room. For a moment Raka watched her surroundings then sat in front of Tristan who was bounded by a table for the two.

“So, you want to say what?” tristan asked by folding both his hands on the table.

“Gue wants to talk about elo. I am sure a thousand percent if the elo is Arkana, Arkana Wijaya,” said Raka.

Tristan raised the corner of his eyebrow, then he chuckled again. “Lo again dream?” tristan asked, mocking Raka.

“Now you can underestimate me, you can sneer or ketawain me. But when my speech can be proven, you will be silent and even bow down to me,” said Raka.

“What made you think that?” tristan asked, this time he decided to be serious because seeing this rival expression was very serious.

“Lo don't need to know. What is clear is that I will prove the truth of my speech just now,” said Raka while tapping her finger on the table.

“What does that mean you've given up on getting Qania?” ask Tristan to make sure.

“Redy? I'm not willing to give up on Qania's heart. More precisely I gave up. I can't imagine the situation. I always struggled to be seen and touched by it. But until now it's the same, I'm nothing more than an ordinary friend. In the past, I tried to melt his heart. Almost succeeded. But he changed after Elo got into his life. I'm not giving the same. I'm the same with Arkana. Qania love for Arkana that nothing can nandingin except the love of Arkana to Qania.” Although her chest was tight, Raka still said very calmly while looking at Tristan.

“But he also rejected me, right? That's a sign I'm not Arkana because Qania doesn't feel I'm Arkana,” Tristan said lethargic.

“Lo have asked Qania or is this just a speech that just escaped your lips? Have you never felt Qania so good and looked at you lovingly? Or you never once asked your heart, how dear do you same Qania?” tanya Raka tries to provoke Tristan's feelings.

“Gue don't know. He often looked at me with love, but I knew it was on Arkana. If my feelings, you do not need to hesitate anymore because I love him very much,” replied Tristan steady.

“Why can you love Qania? Don't you have a wife? And instead of you used to insult Qania?” ask Raka. In fact, he was so sick to hear Tristan's answer about the gaze of Qania's love that he never got. He also felt ill hearing the confession of love from his rival for the woman he also loved. But Raka tried to get rid of this.

“That's still a big question mark to me. I don't know, that feeling suddenly came up. I don't know. I also forgot that there was Marsya beside me. I don't know,” said Tristan who also felt upset about himself.

“The answer is only one,” said Raka while smiling wryly.

“What?”

“Lo the Arkana Wijaya,” said Raka.

“Lo says I'm Arkana Wijaya. If I were him, why don't I remember Qania. If I am amnesiac, surely when I met Qania I can remember a little shadow about him. Or I feel like something happened between me and Qania. But this is not. Not at all. Qania feels foreign to me, but I easily fell in love with her. My feelings are intertwined so much without my guessing. You are wrong to say I am Arkana!” tristan said, describing his feelings.

“But I will prove that you are Arkana. You never know maybe behind you there is a big conspiracy that you have never thought of all this time. Maybe you heard me say this makes you feel weird or very funny. You can fuck me. But I am sure of what I believe. Just like my belief in God.”

Without waiting for Tristan's words, Raka immediately walked out of his room leaving Tristan who was silent with Raka's words. Not about Raka's determination, but his words were so confident that they carried the name of God. Tristan became riled up himself thinking about the unkempt beliefs of Raka.

Is it true that I am Arkana? But that feels impossible. But if that is the truth, then I will help you make my identity. Only, so far I have never felt like an Arkana Wijaya. I am, Tristan Anggara.

 

 

“Assalamu’alaikum Ma, Pa, dear Mami's son,” said Qania as she had just seen the four faces she was missing through a video call.

“Wa’alaikum greetings dear,” reply Alisha who holds a mobile phone.

“Ma, point to the face Ar,” pinta Qania.

“Halo Mami darling. Ar miss Mami,” said Arqasa who was eating ice cream.

“If misses home dong,” says Qania whining.

“Tomorrow night we go home,” said Zafran.

“You guys where else? How's rame?” tanya Qania who was paying attention to the atmosphere on her screen.

“Again in the store ice cream,” replied Zafran.

“Oh fast. Oh yes Pa, Qania permission can?” tanya Qania hesitated.

“Izin for what?” this time Setya who was busy with her phone raised her voice.

“Em it's Pa, earlier Qania got a phone call from the Dean of Qania faculty. He said today he was waiting for Qania on campus to study the exam. Qania will be the proposal exam before the internship. How about Pa?” qania asked, he was actually hesitant if he got permission to remember just a few days back home.

“It should be?” ask Setya.

“Iya Pa's. He said there were some things he wanted to talk about. It is also wrong that I did not know that I had returned home. How about Pa?” ask Qania again, he was really lazy to think so he used a whining style.

“Ya is leaving. Take Syaquile with you. How long anyway? Elin wants to marry me?” ask Zafran.

“Besok night Qania home Pa,” replied Qania.

“Ya. Take Syaquile or not at all,” Zafran said.

“Good. Thanks Pa. Qania love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

Clik.

The call ended and Qania immediately checked the flight schedule to the city of Y for today. The schedule turned out to be two in the afternoon and it was now eleven in the afternoon. Qania immediately contacted Syaquile to inform him of their departure.

After Syaquile agreed, Qania was relieved. He immediately called Mr. Erlangga and said that he could not come today because in fact he was on vacation but did not tell him he was at his house at this time.

“Good Sir. In shaa Allah tomorrow morning I will meet you at the campus.”

“Good day back Sir.

Qania kept her phone in her small bag and then she went downstairs to look for Bi Ochi. But after looking into the kitchen and into the backyard turned out bi Ochi does not exist. Wanted to call but Qania was so lazy to go up to the second floor pick up her phone. Finally Qania decided to sit in the backyard while dipping her feet into the pool.

“Ahh, isn't there an engagement tonight? What if I give him a surprise? Hehehe .. it doesn't seem like a bad idea to be at her happy show,” said Qania giggling.

“Eh ... but is she happy with her engagement? Didn't she always whine asking me to call off her engagement. Did I help you cancel?” muttered Qania while continuing to think.

Suddenly evil ideas and demonic whispers were twitching in Qania's ears. He occasionally laughed and also cursed indistinctly when planning to mess up at the engagement event Tristan and Marsya.

“Did I just kidnap her male fiancee? It seems exciting,” said Qania then he again laughed.

“Sial! If I admit that there is Tristan even big head again,” he said refuting his idea first.

“Did I call him? That congratulations? Or suddenly just come to his engagement and bring him a gift that keeps many happy congratulations and shows the look that I am very happy he is engaged. Ahh .. I can't wait to see the look of his regret.”

Qania continued to laugh without realizing behind him there was bi Ochi who was watching his strange behavior.

“Non Qania why laugh alone huh?” muttered bi Ochi then he walked over. He thought Qania was possessed because he kept laughing and then swearing and laughing again when he was alone.  Qania was not holding a mobile phone so there was nothing she saw or heard at the moment.

“Non Qania,” call bi Ochi.

Qania who was giggling stopped and looked back. “Eh bi Ochi's. Where's Bi? I nyariin you know from earlier,” said Qania while staring at bi Ochi.

“It's Non, Aunt from the stall. What is non-Qania doing here? Kan hot Non,” said bi Ochi.

“Again aja bored aja kok Bi,” said Qania then pulled his feet from the pool. He stood up and walked ahead of bi Ochi.

Thank goodness non Qania well, inward bi Ochi.

Both are now in the kitchen. Qania opened the refrigerator to take a cold drink.he gulped it in half then looked at Bi Ochi who was watching her gelagat.

“What's Bi?” ask Qania. Ahh, did bi Ochi see my strange behavior laughing while cursing Tristan? Hahaha, just do it again, bi Ochi, thought Qania.

“Ti-nothing Non,” reply bi Ochi. He became nervous because he was caught watching his young mistress.

“Bi, I didn't know. Emm, how do I say it. I saw someone else swimming in the pool. But when I go to the pool, suddenly the guy says yes? I didn't realize I was sitting by the pool. I was going to Papa's vineyard. How can I be in the pool? Weird right Bi?” qania stories. He held back a laugh when he saw bi Ochi's face that looked tense as well as frightened.

“That's true Non?” tanya bi Ochi was trembling.

“True Bi? Is there anyone who likes to come for a bath in the back pool?” qania asked, he really wants to laugh now.

“A-there is Non. Emang Non see its characteristics like what?” tanya bi Ochi was trembling.

“Not a boy is also Bi, about four to sixteen years old that is. Boy Bi,” says Qania making free.

Things Qania did not expect to happen. Bi Ochi almost fainted if only he did not hold on to the closet.

“Eh Aunt why?” asked Qania panic, she immediately approached and aimed for bi Ochi to head to the viewing room chair.

Bi Ochi immediately sat leaning back while adjusting her breathing. Qania ran to the kitchen and got a glass of water for bi Ochi. Bi Ochi immediately gulped down the water and then re-arranged his breathing.

“Aunt why?” qania asked while staring worriedly at the housekeeper.

“I-it's really non Qania see the kid?” tanya bi Ochi made sure.

Qania's forehead shriveled, he just kept silent not wanting to answer. He just needs an answer from bi Ochi now.

“Na Namany Badrun Non. Kids love to play in the pool. The next-door neighbor's son. Ta-but a week ago her son had died Non,” bi Ochi story with quivering lips.

Deggs ….

This time it was gatian Qania who felt like he had a heart attack. I don't think the joke is the truth. Suddenly he felt his hair goosebumps. He could not even say anything to calm down or say that he was just joking.

Damnit damnit! Why am I the one who's scared now. His intention was to work so that I would prank myself, the Qania curse in my heart.

Feeling like she was being watched, Qania ventured to spread her gaze.

Arbor …

Qania's heart was about to jump out when she saw a shadow of the boy standing at the side door leading to the pool smiling at her. Not being strong with what he saw, Qania fell unconscious.

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