Forever Love

So Sweet

In the car Tristan and Qania were silent. Tristan felt guilty because it was as easy as smearing Qania's cheek. He was also confused why Qania was not immediately angry and now he was even more anxious because Qania did not speak. For Tristan, he would rather hear the swearing of Qania than be silenced like this, very troubling.

Unlike the case with Tristan who was worried Qania was angry with him, the woman was silent not because of anger. He was thinking about his mission later. He continued to remember the sister of Bu Maharani who when mentioned by name immediately made the world of Qania revolve.

There are no coincidences in this world. It's all set. And this time, I'm sure I'll win it all. I'm tired of living like this. I also realized that my sadness was a test from God. In the past, he made me so happy that life was not always just about being happy. I was lulled into forgetting the fact that being happy and sad was a package deal. If we feel happy, we must be ready to feel sad and disappointed. Just like a meeting that coincides with a farewell. Life and death. Also Arkana, Arkanaku is a complete package from God. I was so overwhelmed by it that I wasn't ready for the day Arkana left me. Huhh .. well Qania, let's pick up your happiness.

Qania was busy with her thoughts and Tristan was busy guessing what was on Qania's mind. Unknowingly Tristan cursed and it made Qania turn to him.

“You why?” qania asked flatly while looking at Tristan.

“You are why Qania? You mad at me?” Tristan asked back.

“Anged? For what?”

“Yes I don't know. You just kept quiet, so I thought you were angry. I'm just cursing myself which always makes you angry,” Tristan said.

“No, I'm not mad at you. Just focus on driving it, Syaquile is already on the road to the airport. Just take me there,” said Qania then turned back to the front.

“Huhhh, thank goodness if not angry. Well princess, let's go to the airport,” said Tristan happy, how not happy if it turns out what he thinks is not true. His Qania was not angry with him.

Along the way Tristan continued to hum, he was too happy. Today everything is not as he imagined. It was just his thoughts from last night that poisoned his day that he was so frightened.

Shortly after Tristan's car entered the airport area, Qania was dropped and followed by Tristan.

“No need to take me inside. You just go home,” said Qania prevent Tristan who will come in.

“Yeah, nganterin doang can't,” complains Tristan.

“Rome or ...”

“Yes, yes, yes. Just keep threatening,” grunts Tristan.

Qania smiled hearing that, she felt funny just looking at Tristan's face. Without warning, Qania immediately hugged Tristan tightly. Tristan was surprised, but a moment later he smiled happily and returned Qania's embrace.

“Rindukan me,” lirih Qania, suddenly he said those words.

“Definitely. Take good care of yourself while I'm not with you. Remember, I'm the only one standing beside you. There will be no other men. Even if you refuse, I will force it. Just hide as far as you can, I will definitely find you,” Tristan said then he kissed the top of Qania's head.

Qania let go of that warm embrace. The hug that made him suddenly hit by such a great longing on the figure whose face was the same as this man he was hugging.

“Then from it your duty is only one, coax God.”

“Of course I'll do it at all times. I'll stab in a third of the night. Just be careful, don't get angry if you don't sleep well. Because I will continue to persuade God at night, hehe.”

“I will help,” said Qania then rushed away from Tristan who was stunned because before leaving Qania had kissed her right cheek.

Tristan scratched his non-itchy head while smilingly holding onto his cheek that Qania kissed.

“Why is she so sweet today? I think I just want to go home. Did I book a ticket so I could join Qania? I don't think I want to get away from him, ” muttered Tristan who can now only stare at Qania's back which is getting away.

 

.... . ....

 

Qania blinked her eyes as she felt her sleep being disturbed. He glanced at his wall clock which showed at four in the morning.

“Are you trying to persuade God now?” muttered Qania with a smile, he wanted to laugh considering Tristan's face but seeing his son who was deep in his sleep made him undo the intention to laugh.

Qania stroked Arqasa's face which he could not look so similar to Arkana. If he was with his son then he again thought that he did not need another man to be his companion and replace Arkana. His son's face kept him reminded of Arkana and felt that Arkana did not really leave him because Qania could see his face through Arqasa.

Qania felt weak as well as strong if she was staring at the innocent face of her son. He becomes weak in his feelings for other men because he thinks his Arkana can not be touched but there is Arqasa who replaces him. He also felt strong because each with his son Qania continued to convince himself that he was able to fight the world for the child even though unaccompanied. Arqasa, he is the reason why Qania is so wishy-washy with his feelings. But Qania did not blame his son because here he had the thought that if he married again then his son would lose his affection, but maybe it was just his feelings.

“If you're here, we'll definitely sleep three. Our children will certainly be happy if they have complete parents like their friends. I also want to see my son show you. He was too small to act like he was a grown man whose job it was to protect me. I'm sick Ka, every time I see my strong-witted son saying that he's okay without you. But I know secretly my son is crying and missing you, Ka. You must have let my son be like this. Watch out later, I will sue you,” said Qania while chuckling softly but there was water running down her cheeks.

“Not only am I Ka, not only am I tormented without you. Many, many are tormented because you left like this. You fucking racer!” maki Qania with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Qania stroked Arqasa's hair, the child was not disturbed at all making Qania more anxious.

“Time feels so fast passing. You were still in the womb of Mami and when Mami had not realized your presence it was Daddy who already knew that you existed. But it's a pity that he didn't accompany you to this big boy. Sorry Daddy, none of this is his fault. Blame it om destiny that has made us so like this,” said Qania lirih.

Remembering the fate of his life made Qania again remembered the sister of Maharani's mother. “Angga yes. All right, I'll try to help you continue what you've been fighting for. I will make your struggle not in vain. Thank you to me, Angga.”

Wrestling with his own mind made Qania not feel the time had passed by almost an hour because now I was looking at the dawn prayer has been heard. Qania was surprised when she saw her son sitting next to her.

“Assalamu’alaikum Ar. Why are you awake, son?” ask Qania.

Arqasa was still gathering his consciousness before answering his Mami question. “Udah dawn Mi, Ar should be ready to join grandfather to the Mosque. Ar is a boy. And the boy prayed in the Masjid. Okay Mi, Ar want to get ready,” said Arqasa then get out of bed and rush into the bathroom.

Qanai was made speechless by his own son. He was very sure that he had never taught these words to his son. But there was so much pride in Qania's heart in her son.

“Ar know how to take wudhu water?” qania asked while tidying up Arqasa's clothes.

“Know Mi. Grandfather who taught,” replied Arqasa.

Qania simply replied with a sweet smile then she took Arqasa's hand out of the room. Sure enough, there was Zafran's grandfather waiting for him.

“Come,” invite Arqasa who then release Qania's hand.

“Yuk,” reply Zafran.

“Mi, we go to the mosque first. Mami prayed at home because Mami is female,” said Arqasa made Qania laugh.

“Iya dear,” Qania replied.

Arqasa and Zafran went to the mosque while Qania returned to his room to perform his duties as a servant.

 

.... . . ....

 

Marsya again noticed his appearance in front of the mirror. A few minutes ago Tristan called him and they were going to the mall to buy what they were going to bring to LN. Actually the original plan was tomorrow, but Tristan said if he could not if he waited tomorrow because he had to go out of town for business.

Marsya certainly did not refuse. He is very rarely able to spend time with Tristan, especially for a walk together. It was already very rare to even be able to count how many times they went both in a month. Sometimes they never walk together for a month.

“Very pretty,” praise Marsya for herself.

Marsya came out of her room and went straight down the stairs. He decides to wait for Tristan downstairs with his boutique employees. As he went down the stairs several pairs of eyes watched him without blinking. Both the employees and the shop visitors. It is true that the face of Marsya Alvindo is so beautiful that it makes people will be silent just to look at her.

“Ris, I'll be out for a long time. Titip boutique yes, please serve the customers well,” Marsya told Risna, his assistant.

“Good Maid, be careful,” sahut Risna.

Marsya nodded then she greeted some of her customers before heading out to meet Tristan who was waiting for her in the car.

“Udah ready?” tristan asked with a smile as soon as Marsya was already sitting next to him.

“Sure,” answered Marsya excitedly.

“Alright, let's go.”

I think he'll praise my performance, huuhh. I dressed up like this to get her attention. Ice cube base, ice block. Good thing I love you Tris.

Marsya was blabbing in the heart. It's not that Tristan can't see that Marsya is beautiful right now, but he's reluctant to praise her. Because for Tristan the definition of beautiful is Qania Salsabila.

Along the way Marsya continued to babble and occasionally Tristan responded. Tristan only answers, sometimes yes, sometimes no or one or two words to answer Marsya's question. Unlike with Qania, he was not at a loss for words despite the more silent Qania. If with Qania, there are only topics that he made the story material to be able to linger with Qania.

Tristan's car stopped at the mall's parking lot. He and Marsya went down while holding hands. Can't resist. In the eyes of the world they are a couple who just a few days ago got engaged. Of course Tristan does not want to make Marsya feel embarrassed or think no-no to him even though Tristan has acted that is not behind him. Everything for one thing, keep the image of Qania.

“Tris, you or me shopping first?” marsya asked when they were in the mall.

“What if your needs. Usually, women need a lot. If I'm not much,” replied Tristan to make Marsya chuckle.

“Sweet really. Yes we have been there.” Marsya pulls Tristan's hand into a store that provides clothing.

Tristan just followed. He is sometimes confused by Marsya. Not that he has a boutique with the best clothes, why still hunt for clothes in the mall. But Tristan did not want to bother. He will accompany her and will not protest. Different from Qania who always had different views with him and they often quarreled. But the dispute made Tristan increasingly want to continue and continue to be near Qania.

“I so miss him,” muttered Tristan.

Of course there was no Marsya who heard because he was busy choosing clothes. Tristan just waited from the bench provided in the store.

Every now and then Marsya lifted the clothes he wanted to choose towards Tristan and Tristan only responded with a nod or a smile. Marsya certainly seems happy because Tristan just agree all his wishes without protest. For him Tristan is very sweet because it does not mind everything Marsya likes. Yes, unfortunately, he did not know that actually Tristan was just lazy to respond and choose to say yes. In other words, let's be quick, that's what Tristan had in mind.

“I'm tired,” complained Marsya as she got off the car

“See Tris, even this is almost magrib. We spent hours in the mall and brought only a few groceries. Look at you, you only shop two items,” oceh Marsya while glancing at the groceries that are now in his hands.

“Tak problems. I understand it. Then there we can shop again if this is less,” replied Tristan accordingly. He was very tired and wanted to go home soon.

“Tris eat first?” ask Marsya.

“I have to go home. You do not see this already magrib,” reject Tristan smooth. “You better get in.”

Though disappointed but Marsya knows Tristan will be home to carry out Magrib's time. He nodded and Tristan got back into the car and quickly left the yard of Marsya's house.