Forever Love

Secret

Upon returning from Mr. Erlangga's room, Qania approached Syaquile who was engrossed with his phone in the parking lot. He could guess that his sister was playing a game. His face was very serious and there was a funny mutter heard from him. Qania to giggle at the adorable behavior of Syaquile. He approached his brother and saw what he was doing. And sure enough, I was playing a game.

"Eh Brother, have you?" asked Syaquile but did not shift his focus.

"Yes. You're still a long time?"

"A little bit more. Well, well, I already won. Yuk!"

Qania went up on the bike and Syaquile immediately drove the bike. Exiting the campus gate they entered the cafe courtyard which made Syaquile speechless to see it. It's the same as in the city. He already knows but still he continues to be made fixated considering the owner whether he or someone else.

"Yuk in. Brother was hungry," asked Qania to pull the hand of Syaquile who was still standing in the parking lot.

"Hmm."

They entered and immediately took their place. Qania repeatedly reprimanded her sister who continued to giggle in awe and did not believe the resemblance of this cafe.

"Daddy, what message do you want?" qania asked as she glanced at the sister and the cafe waitress alternately.

"Same on my brother's order" replied Syaquile.

"Okay Mbak, I order these two the same two yes," said Qania while pointing to his menu book.

"Okay Ma'am, please wait," said the waiter then went by.

While waiting for the order to come, Qania and Syaquile discussed about the Qania proposal exam. He did not tell about his apprentice mission. According to Qania, he will discuss this with his in-laws only because it does not rule out the possibility that this time the help of his in-laws is the thing he needs the most later.

"When is the test, brother?" ask Syaquile.

"Next Thursday" replied Qania.

"Kak's spirit, let's quickly become a scholar" said Syaquile.

"Doain."

"Sort of."

"Sir, this cafe really makes me confused as the owner," Syaquile said as he massaged his temple.

"You don't have to talk about this cafe. You see, who has already been like a stressed person," said Qania while staring at the man who had just entered while blabbering indistinctly. Syaquile followed Qania's point of view.

"Tristan?" syaquile.

"She had just called Sister just not Brother Gubris," continued Qania.

"Why Brother?" ask Syaquile.

"Lazy, anyway" replied Qania.

Anxious to see Tristan's behavior made Qania succumb and chose to reprimand him. He knew that Tristan was like that because he was upset because he ignored the phone call from the possessive man.

"Tristan Anggara seems to have gone insane after getting engaged" Qania mocked.

The man who was blabbering stopped his steps. For a moment he was silent. Soon he averted his eyes and his two neutrals met with Qania's warm gaze.

"Qania!!" He screeched as he looked at the face of the woman who had upset him earlier and apparently the woman was in her place.

With large strides Tristan walked to the Qania and Syaquile tables. He sat down beside Qania without letting go of his gaze. He was afraid that if he blinked, Qania would disappear from his sight.

"Why ignore my phone?" ask Tristan without further ado.

"Because I want to," answered Qania briefly.

Tristan took a deep breath, knowing he would definitely get an answer that would not match his expectations from the mouth of Qania.

"Ask him won't get a sweet answer" Tristan murmured but could still be heard by Qania and Syaquile.

Syaquile cleared his throat, trying to hold back his laughter. While Qania was mediocre. Soon the waiter came to bring their food. He was made nervous because he saw the presence of his boss at the table but the one who was stared at was just indifferent.

"What do the bosses want?" tanyanya nervous.

"No need" Tristan replied briefly.

"Then excuse me, please enjoy it," he said then rushed away.

Without waiting for the approval of Qania, Tristan, thirsty for seeking Qania, unhesitatingly took Qania's drink. No time Qania protest the drink has entered into the stomach of Tristan.

"You!!"

"Free for you. No need to be angry, there is still the rest. Nih drink," said Tristan without feeling guilty and immediately thrust the remaining glass half of orange juice.

"I don't want to drink a glass with you. It's delicious, it's the same as if we kissed indirectly" said Qania.

"Aren't we kissing?" whispered Tristan in Qania's ear.

Qania's face flushed, embarrassed and upset at the man who unfortunately seemed shameless discussing it in public places. It was fortunate that Syaquile did not hear it.

"You!!"

"Even you kissed me first" Tristan continued in a whisper.

Qania's face turned red. He was really embarrassed and upset. It was fortunate that Syaquile did not notice their interaction. Maybe he heard it but chose the cake.

"I am full" said Qania, then putting his sandwiches roughly on his plate.

Sure enough, just a mouthful of it was full, thought Syaquile.

While the man who had just ruined Qania's mood just laughed. Apparently upsetting Qania was a lot of fun. He even liked Qania's annoyed expression. Maybe this will be his new habit, Tristan thought.

"We go home Deck," asked Qania, her voice so tight.

"I'm still eating, brother. And I'm hungry. If there is a problem, please talk elsewhere. Not in front of me and in front of the food" said Syaquile flat, he went back to eating.

"Very understanding" praised Tristan. "Qania, I'm looking for you because there's something I want to talk about. You want to talk to me four-eyes?" bring Tristan.

"No!"

"Unfortunately this time I did not receive the chanting," Tristan said, pulling Qania's hand gently.

Qania snorted but still followed Tristan's invitation.

"Get my brother back to the hotel last night. I'll wait there. Remember brother, five o'clock our plane" Syaquile said but did not glance at the two.

"Are you going home?" tristan asked surprised.

"Yes," answered Qania concisely densely clear.

Tristan looked lethargic but he could not hold back either. Qania smiled faintly at Tristan's reaction. I don't know what the meaning of his smile is, there may be evil intentions alias ignorant in his mind.

"Where are we going?" tanya Qania who was already sitting in the car next to Tristan.

"Shut up and just enjoy our journey Qania. I don't know where to go either, I just want to be alone and spend time with you" Tristan replied honestly as he drove his car away from the cafe.

Qania took a breath and exhaled slowly. From Tristan's face Qania could see that the man had a lot of mind burden. Qania also complied, because honestly he also missed the figure. Ah, either her figure or her face that she missed. Qania doesn't know.

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Qania kept quiet while occasionally glancing at Tristan who continued to drive somewhere to take Qania away. Tristan once glanced at Qania, smiling faintly as their netra accidentally met. But neither Tristan nor Qania wanted to start the conversation first. I don't know, both of them feel beautiful and calm in their silence. The feeling of both feels peaceful because they are in the same place and breathe the same air. They do not need words to represent their hearts. Comfort alone has shown that there is more than just a word of friendship for them.

Already so far away from the urban area, Qania who never even passed this place despite three years he lived in this city.

Eventually he relented and chose to ask Tristan.

“Where are we going?”

“Down, I just want to spend time with you,” replied Tristan.

“Ambigu once. I have not eaten and am hungry now. Put me down, I can no longer bear to hear the worms in my stomach marching. Enough I was the one who had led the demo, they did not need to,” said Qania ketus.

Tristan chuckled, and there was indeed this utterance of Qania. He pulled his car over when he saw a food stall on the side of the road. Looking for a cafe or restaurant is impossible because this is not in an urban area.

Tristan and Qania came in and Tristan asked Qania to wait, so he could order food. There is only simple food there, daily menu in the village house. Tristan ordered Qania and herself rice and sweet iced tea. He walked and joined Qania.

“You've been to this place before?” asked Qania who was looking around the shop. Very simple yet so neat. Make the eye that is looking comfortable.

“First time,” replied Tristan who was on her chin enjoying the creation of God so beautiful in front of her.

“Good. Then this shop could be where we meet. Secret. How?” qania Goda.

Both are smiling. They could not continue the food conversation Tristan order had arrived. They decided to eat first and then continued the conversation.

Qania and Tristan looked at each other as soon as they had finished their meal. Tristan smiled while Qania put on a flat face. I don't know, he had smiled enough at the man that he was bored by himself.

“Basic, no sweetness,” said Tristan poked his lips.

“Serah!”

Qania sees her watch, “Less than two hours I'll be leaving. He said he wanted to talk four eyes, yes already talk aja.” Qania stared at Tristan who did not know why he was still smiling at him.

“Emang want to go back to reality?” ask Tristan lethargic.

Qania simply replied with deheman.

“Yes already, I pay first you wait in the car,” Tristan said then together with Qania walking towards the front.

While Tristan paid, Qania got into the car first. Not long after Tristan came and without further ado he immediately drove his car. Qania alone until made astonished by the look of Tristan's once cheerful face is now so flat.

Wanting, I really wanted Qania to ask and tease him but he paused. He knew they would be apart for how long. Qania remembers that Tristan once said he would go abroad to accompany Marsya who somehow long. As a result, Qania also fell silent and according to where Tristan would take him.

The car has returned to the urban area, Qania also knows where this road leads. Truly, Tristan took Qania to his house.

“The safest place to talk is at home. Come down,” said Tristan is still in flat mode.

Qania raised the corner of her eyebrow, but she did not make a sound. He comes down and follows Tristan into the house.

Mr. Yotar who opened the door was quite surprised because the woman who was with Tristan was not Marsya but Qania. So even Bi Ria who opened the door was equally surprised.

“Welcome Den, Non,” greet bi Ria.

Qania smiled and Tristan just nodded. Can bi Ria witness how quite rudely Tristan pulled Qania's hand up to the second floor to his room. Bi Ria wanted to ask but Qania shook her head. He looked at her trying to say that everything was going to be okay.

Brakk ...

Tristan slammed the door hard enough but Qania who was still standing was not surprised by it.

“Why suddenly angry?” ask Qania.

“Qania, I'm confused where to start. I'm confused!” shouted Tristan.

“Tell me what you want to say. I still have pretty good hearing. No need to shout,” quipped Qania.

“Sit!” Tristan pointed to the sofa in his room and asked Qania to sit down.

Qania complied and Tristan sat down with him.

“Qania, what do you really want? Why did I get engaged to set me up?” Tristan stared intently at Qania, while Qania was increasingly confused by him.

“Trapped?” ask Qania.

“I feel trapped Qania,” kilah Tristan, almost he's koplosan that this is all because Raka told him.

“Say clearly,” says Qania flat.

“I mean, you told me to get engaged wasn't it to test if I was going to do that or not, right? You want to see how much I love you and if I refuse and prefer you that means I actually pass the test you gave me. The engagement was just a test, right? You're testing me whether or not I'm going to stay engaged for you. I misinterpreted Qania, I was wrong.

“It really should be that I'm not engaged, right? Should if I really love you then I will fight and oppose whatever it is to fight for my feelings, like that, right?”

In Tristan's position while revealing everything, he knelt at Qania's feet while spilling all his feelings.

Qania smiled, apparently this is the reason why this man looks so upset and helpless.

“Tristan, wake. Sitting beside me,” said Qania gently as she helped to shrug Tristan's trembling shoulders holding back the cries.

“I'm so stupid and lame,” clean.

“I didn't say that. Don't provoke yourself,” said Qania softly.

According to Tristan, he sat beside Qania. Just this time he saw the gentle gaze of the woman from such a close distance that he could not take his eyes off.

“Don't keep staring at me. My face won't change even if you keep looking at her,” quipped Qania.

“Let's just. I even really want to frame your face here.” Show Tristan to his own chest.

“Lebay deh.”

“Qania,” call Tristan Shirih.

“Ya.”

“Sorry,” great-grandson.

Qania who sat facing forward turned and faced Tristan.

“Tell me where did you get such thoughts?” qania said with a serious look.

“A-I, I thought to myself,” replied Tristan.

“Somebody poisoned your mind. I'm not the kind of woman who likes to play puzzles,” snorts Qania.

What say? Not the kind of woman who likes to play puzzles? Hey then what have you been doing to me all this time? Does it make me feel that way?

Tristan could only curse in the heart of course.

“Sound well! I never had any intention of setting you up. You ever see that what I'm saying is inversely proportional to what I really want? Didn't I always say sarcasm to you?” ask Qania slowly.

Tristan nodded, “Even always so,” his ideal.

“You know too. Tristan, I'm not gonna set you up. What I'm asking you is a test of mine if I really want to know how you feel about me. It's not like that, it's not what you think it is. Precisely with you engaged I even feel you really love me,” said Qania gently while stroking Tristan's face.

“Why?” Tristan held Qania's hand away from her cheek, and placed Qania's hand on her right cheek with her hand holding Qania's hand.

“Because you can do anything I want including sacrificing your feelings. With you getting engaged and doing what I'm asking it's been proven that your feelings for me aren't messing around. I don't even doubt you'll obey whatever I want after seeing your struggle this time. Try saying why did you choose to get engaged to Marsya?”

“Because you told me to? Didn't I insist on refusing it. And you, instead of telling and threatening me to stay engaged,” replied Tristan.

“Why don't you just refuse? Don't you want to get engaged?” ask Qania.

“Because you asked for it. Whatever I will do for you despite having to obey your crazy desires. Because of you, because I love you Qania Salsabila Wijaya,” Tristan said.

“Well, isn't that proof that you really love me and I don't have to doubt you anymore. Big things like this are obviously real about the feeling you can do for me, how you don't pass the test and feel bad. Stupid jerk. Only a woman who doesn't know herself sees all your efforts fail and what you think. I'm not like that,” said Qania full of emphasis.

“Truely so?” ask Tristan to make sure.

“Entah, I want to go home,” replied Qania feeling off guard.

“All right I believe you. Emmm, may I ask for a reward for my fight?” tanya Tristan and Qania just raised next to the corner of her eyebrow.

“Can I hug you? We're going to split up Qania. And maybe in a long enough time,” shriek.

Tristan was shocked as he was still in his sad mode, Qania had already rushed to hug him. Got a surprise attack of course Tristan was so happy, he also returned the hug is no less tight. A few minutes later, they fell silent until Qania let go of the hug first.

“Thank you,” said both simultaneously.

Without hesitation, Qania cupped Tristan's cheeks and landed a long kiss on Tristan's forehead.

I'm sure it's you Ka. I'm sure it's you. You are my Arkan, I have never felt this confident before. Wait for me Ka, wait for me to prove everything. I'll take you back. My heart will never go wrong. This heart is so sure you are my Arkan, wait for me Ka.

Tristan felt tears wash over his face. I don't know, he was sad but he didn't know why.

“Sorry,” great-grandson Qania after releasing her kiss.

“Cannot be forgiven. I'll pay it back. Get your face,” said Tristan grinning.

Qania, he was just resigned when Tristan showered a kiss on his face. This time he did not feel uncomfortable. Her heart said that the man in front of her who was busy kissing her face was her husband, Arkana Wijaya.

 

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Two Chapters completed one 😁