Forever Love

Qania!!

Qania is preparing to go to campus, he plans to leave early in the morning so he can take care of it quickly and can go home soon. After a night he was difficult to sleep because of tightness in his chest he also decided to busy himself as much as possible. Start by finishing his business on campus, then go home and busy at Elin's party.

Ahh ... had just Qania who was wearing shoes while remembering her best friend who was about to get married, her phone rang and it was a phone call from her. Qania smiled faintly, he was sure there would be excitement from his best friend since childhood if he knew he was not in their city.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Good morning to the bride and groom" said Qania.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Where's your qan? Home ih. I don't want to know, the day after I get married and you have to be with me, period!"

From across the channel, the bride-to-be was lying lazily on the bed and of course had not taken a bath. If at the place of Qania the time shows at eight then at the place Elin is currently at nine.

"Yes, I'm doing it. Later tonight nyampe," said Qania.

"Tok tonight anyway? I want you to come home this afternoon too. I wait!"

Elin insisted that she was in fact stricken with stage fright, so nervous as to keep thinking about her marriage getting closer.

"Yes can't. I'm probably going home a little late afternoon. At least nyampe in the evening."

"Geez Qania, how many hours is the distance from Om Setya's house to mine? Not an hour."

"Who did I say I was at Papa Setya's house?" qania asked, he was eager to make Elin curious and upset.

"Well, where else would you be?"

Of course Elin was suspicious. He walked out onto the balcony of his room overlooking the highway and stared at the state of Qania's house.

Qania did not have time to answer, the door to her room was knocked.

"Aren't you awake yet?" ask Syaquile from outside.

Elin did not escape hearing the familiar voice in her ears.

"Yes Dek, it's. Come in," said Qania slightly distanced his phone.

"Are you home again, Qan? That's Syaquile's voice. Then you went straight to my house this morning."

It's true that Qania, again at home which is only less than a minute directly to his house but said it will be night until, thought Elin.

"Are you ready? We have breakfast before going to the campus, Brother," said Syaquile who was standing near the entrance which is now half open.

"Yes," Qania replied then stood up and still stuck her phone in her ear.

"Wait-wait .. Do you want to go to Qan campus? Which college is it?"

"What college do you think I'm at, hem?" Qania held back her laughter as she walked out of the room following Syaquile who had already walked first. He closed the door to his room.

"Qania don't tell me you're in ...."

"Yupss .. I'm again in town Y. He wants to go to campus," replied Qania continued Elin's speech that paused.

"Oath what's Qan for?!"

Elin's screeching made Qania laugh. "Oath to Lo's wedding to be held in two days. Yes, I'll be home today too. Yesterday I left impromptu because my lecturer asked me to come to campus. I was also confused yesterday because I was suddenly sent to campus while I was at Papa Setya's house. Well, instead of wasting time, now I want to have breakfast first then immediately take care of the business on campus and quickly go home to meet this bride-to-be. Doain to be safe to get there," said Qania, he did not make Elin upset when of course his best friend was upset at this time. Not wanting to make Elin tense before the wedding day, Qania thought.

"Oath to Allah, you made me angry in the morning. How can you go impromptu gini not ngabarin me anyway? Huhh .. Yes you have taken care of your business. I'm waiting from now on, if the night doesn't come I'm on strike talking to you, period!"

Qania who was waiting for the elevator to open was quite made to laugh lightly because of the action of the Elin scourge.

"Yes-yes. That's why doain" said Qania.

"Yes, I'm Aamiinin."

Although upset, Elin still could not be angry anymore. In his heart he prayed that Qania would be safe to reach their city again.

"Yes, I want breakfast first. Good morning bride. Assalamu'alaikum" said Qania ended with a rarity.

"Ih reve deh. Wa'alaikum greetings."

Qania turned off and immediately put her phone in her bag to coincide with the elevator door opening. He and Syaquile entered immediately.

"Sister Elin?" ask Syaquile.

"Yes Dek, again lash him," replied Qania.

"Haha ... obviously, he wants a wedding but his best friend is no longer there," said Syaquile.

"Yes, so today we have to speed to take care of the needs of Brother," said Qania.

"There is no drama from that man. Everything will go smoothly," said Syaquile and of course Qania knew who the man was meant by his sister.

Qania nodded, then the elevator doors opened and the brothers headed straight for the parking lot. The Qania bike is already available there because Syaquile had gone to the boarding house yesterday to pick up the bike.

Then they immediately darted to find a place that provides good food to fill their stomachs.

.... . . . ...

Tristan had just come out of the bathroom and his phone was ringing. He was quite lazy because he already knew who was currently calling him. Ignoring the noise of the flat object, Tristan was busy choosing his clothes and then he wore them. Navy shirt suits with long sleeves and black trousers wrapped around his body. Of course he dressed neatly to meet Qania.

Recalling about Qania, Tristan would look for the woman and ask her for clarity. Let him give up first and get ready to be an actor in front of Marsya. Oh, really she hopes someone will help her escape today's drama. Whoever it is he will definitely give a considerable reward, he hoped.

Once ready, Tristan picks up the phone that was on his nightstand and then he calls Marsya.

“Sorry, I was in silent mode. I'm ready to go to your house.”

Tristan walked down the stairs with a cell phone stuck to his ear.

“Iya, I had breakfast. At least if I don't get stuck half an hour I've arrived. Aunt Bendelina's plane is in an hour. If I don't arrive on time, you guys go to the airport first let me follow.”

“Iya.”

Tristan put his phone in his pants pocket and sat down with his henchman facing the dining table. There is already available breakfast and a glass of white milk which he is currently sipping and remaining half a glass. With his leisure he ate the fried rice while bi Ria had just returned to her room after Tristan started eating.

After finishing his breakfast, Tristan walked out and met with Mr. Yotar who was preparing Tristan's car. He got into the car and said goodbye to Mr. Yotar and then drove his car away from his yard.

 

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As he said earlier, it is not enough half an hour he has entered the yard of the luxurious house of Mr. Alvindo. Before descending he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly for several times. He will begin his role as a good fiance and future husband in front of the Marsya family.

Back, he remembered Raka's speech last night and it made him mentally affected. Raka's words were so striking to him. He unconsciously clenched both his hands. Inwardly, he scoffs at himself.

“A betrothed and a good husband candidate reputedly. I am so disgusted with myself. I am a man, I am this weak. But I have a reasonable reason, right. I'm just protecting Qania's self-esteem. Not more. I could have left Marsya and forced Qania. But I am sure Qania will not be separated from the gossip of people.

“But that is if we settle in this city. If we stay in Qania, no one will talk about our relationship. They'll think I'm Arkana. Eh? Arkana huh? Why didn't I come up with this idea before. I came as Arkana, right? Let's just say, enough Qania who knows I'm Tristan, ah not his sister also already know and two friends Arkana it. but it's too late too. I am waiting for God's destiny. I hope God doesn't make me suck.”

Tristan monologue, he was not aware that from earlier Marsya had been tapping on the glass of his car. Just as he was about to open the car door, he was shocked to see Marsya who was next to his car door.

Tristan lowered his window, smiling as soon as his gaze met Marsya's eyes.

“Ngapain here Yes? Can you wait inside?” tanya Tristan tried to cover up her shock.

“I've been watching you from the terrace. The car stopped, but you didn't come out. I tap the glass also you do not respond,” answered Marsya a little frown.

“Pillage. Yes already entered yuk home,” invite Marsya.

“Iya.”

Tristan closed the window and then opened the door and went down and closed the door again. He walked behind Marsya.

“Tris, how are you behind the road?” reprimand spoiled Marsya.

“I love to see your style while walking. Very graceful. This is a model called Marsya Alvindo. But unfortunately two years ago the beautiful model decided to resign from the world of modeling because the friend was no longer beside her,” said Tristan with a clean face.

Marsya's cheeks that initially met are now seen being shrouded in cloudy clouds. He stopped his steps when Tristan reminded him of his friend who had sacrificed himself to save him.

“Sorry, I don't mean to remind you of him. Don't be sad yeah,” entertain Tristan while gently rubbing Marsya's shoulder.

Marsya smiled thinly, very visible that smile because it was forced. He continued his steps followed by Tristan who was now walking beside him. They entered the house and gathered in the living room. They look like a very harmonious family, talking to Tristan makes a smile.

“Good morning all,” greet Tristan.

“Morning,” reply them kindly.

“Yuk join Tris,” invite mr Alvindo.

Tristan and Marsya sat next to each other. Join their conversation which seems to be discussing about business.

“Oh yes, when will you leave for LN?” ask Mr. Alvindo.

“Three more days Pa,” Marsya replied.

“Why not come with us anyway Brother? If there you can stay at home with me,” asked Julia.

“Because there is no schedule Julia,” Marsya replied chuckling.

“Other times request a schedule in our Country Kak,” said plain Julia.

“Iya,” Marsya replied with enough just say yes he thought.

They also talk again about the wedding plans that sometimes make Tristan choke on his own saliva and also the taps that make Tristan feel fed up.

Mr. Alvindo stayed away a little because he got a call. Shortly thereafter, he rejoined.

“Tris, can't Om ask for help?” ask Mr. Alvindo.

“Om course,” replied Tristan.

“Tadi Gita phone said Mr. Handoko wanted his meeting at the speed of this morning at ten o'clock because he was going to leave for out of town this afternoon as well. Can help Om, please just meet him representing Om. Also, Om said he could not because there is a family business, so Om asked you to represent. You know for yourself that Mr. Handoko is one of our best business partners,” said Mr. Alvindo.

Oath to his love for Qania, Tristan is eager to kiss the hand of the man named Handoko because it has helped him free from the sins he will deliberately commit for lying to Marsya.

“Oh is that Om? How's Sya?” Tristan looked at Marsya who looked sullen, even his face had been bent.

“Papa how the hell?” marsya lamented.

“Sorry darling. But this is also Tristan's job because soon he will replace Papa's task of managing the company and other Papa's businesses,” said Mr. Alvindo softly but sound full of assertiveness.

I am usually the one who always takes care of his work. Not for a moment, but already a long time, grumbled Tristan in the heart.

“Iya-iya. Yes, you have gone Tris. You be careful,” said Marsya relented because in his heart he justified his Board speech.

“Then I say goodbye first. Sorry Om, Aunt, Julia, I can't take anterin to the airport,” Tristan said.

“Nothing. You also have business that cannot be left behind. Then the one who told you is also Brother Alvin, your future in-law. We know. You be careful yes,” said Om Ricko representing them.

“Iya. Pamit first yes, Assalamu’alaikum.” Tristan stands up and prevents Marsya from driving him out. Marsya also according to the lips that are woven.

Inside Tristan's car unceasingly hummed, he was so happy that Mr. Handoko really helped him this time. He glanced at a glance at the message in the form of the delivery of the location of his meeting with Pak Handoko sent by Gita, Alvindo's master secretary.

“The location is not far from the costan Qania, very coincidental right? Hahaha, after this I will meet you, O woman who is the owner of my heart and mind,” Tristan said. He no longer cared about the traffic because he was so happy this time.

 

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“Yesterday there is Mas, but only come to take the doang motor. No hope,” replied Mr. Qania hostess.

Tristan was disappointed. He was so excited to meet Qania. Even meeting with Mr. Handoko he just fine because his spirit is so excited. But when he reached this place he had to go back to swallowing the bitter pill. The woman is not in this place.

She where? Inner Tristan.

“No telling you so sir where do they sleep?” tristan asked, hoping the Father would know.

“Ngak Mas. I also did not want to,” replied Mr. Hostel and that again made Tristan sigh disappointed.

“Ya already Sir, I'm sorry first,” said Tristan limp.

“Iya.”

Tristan walked straight to his car. He hit the steering wheel several times to vent his disappointment.

“Qania, where the hell are you? Don't make me stress gini Qan. It was quite last night you made me suddenly have a heart attack with that engagement ring. I beg Qan, do not giniin I am very,” complained Tristan.

Tristan decided to go back to his own cafe. He was so tired that he didn't feel at all. Maybe the feeling of disappointment immediately drained all his energy.

Not long after, he arrived at his cafe. Getting out of the car he accidentally turned his eyes to the campus area.

“Eh wait a minute. Qania would not have come to this city if only for my engagement drama. Surely he said the lack of work once far came just to see me fiancee. Is Qania any campus business huh?” muttered Tristan with his eyes still looking at the campus area that seemed quiet, there were only a few students who were seen coming in and out of the gate.

“Ck .. I've been made bego yes Qania. I have a cell phone, I have a pulse and I have a Qania phone number. Why didn't I call from last night?” as Tristan realized his stupidity.

Tristan quickly contacted Qania. He again cursed because the woman did not answer his call at all. There were already many sweet words coming out of his mouth because up to the fifth call Qania did not respond at all to his call.

“Hahh .. Mending I'm in. Than I wait here mending a call inside. Ngadem used to be in the room while thinking about how and where I could find my magical woman,” said Tristan then sauntered into his cafe.

While cursing slowly Tristan entered his cafe, he even ignored the gaze of the beautiful woman who was chuckling at his crazy-like behavior from talking to herself.

“Tristan Anggara apparently so insane after getting engaged.”

Deggs …

Tristan was silent, his steps were stopped. That voice, the one he knew very well. Tristan looked towards where the voice was coming from.

Deggs …

“Qania!”

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The next chapter is in typing, wkwkwk. Waitin yes, will soon Up 😄😄😄

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