Forever Love

Resuming Duty

A black-masked man wearing a black leather jacket, matching jeans and matching glasses was walking while pulling his small suitcase out of the airport. He had previously booked a taxi online which was waiting for him. He immediately entered the taxi.

“Cafe near Pak city park,” he said.

Although not comfortable wearing a mask, he still wore it considering there will be a scene later if he still forced himself to take it off. The taxi drove and nearly twenty minutes stopped right in front of the cafe he mentioned. He went down and went back to see the cafe.

“Truly similar to mine,” murmured.

He went into the cafe and took a seat. Before long the cafe waiter came and asked for his order.

“Em, I order avocado juice only. Oh yes, are Mr Rizal and Mr Fero there?” tanyakanya.

“Pak Rizal rarely comes here Sir because he is busy helping Mr. Setya take care of the hotel. Mr. Fero runs this cafe with Miss Qania. If Mr. Fero is in his room,” replied the maid who is about twenty-three years old.

“Oh so. All right please tell him Tristan Anggara is waiting for him here.”

“Good Sir. I will deliver it and please wait for the order,” said the waiter kindly and left immediately.

The servant named Aya was hesitant to knock on the door of Fero's room which was actually Qania's room. Because Fero is a bit stiff compared to Rizal who prefers to joke.

“Who?” ask Fero from the inside.

“Aya Boss,” answer.

“What's up?”

“Someone named Tristan Anggara is waiting for you at table eight Boss. Excuse me for making the order,” he replied.

“Oke.”

Inside the room, Fero who was checking the cafe's financial statements came to a halt. He thought about who Tristan Anggara was. As if he had heard that name, but he had forgotten where. He circulated his gaze while continuing to think he knew that person where. When his gaze was fixed on the cupboard that displayed the family photo of the owner of this cafe, he immediately gasped.

“Yeah, he apparently. Arkana Wijaya kw,” squealed Fero then he quickly stood up and with a rush he stepped to meet the person who was waiting for him.

Fero smiled wryly as he looked at the man who was busy with his phone but still wore sunglasses and a mask of matching color.

“Ka, I don't know why I'm sure this is elo. We've been friends for a long time, I can't be wrong people. I have known you for a long time. Maybe now elo is just not remembering the same we all, but still I am sure this elo,” muttered Fero who stopped in front of the door of his room while staring at Tristan who was playing his phone. After that he normalized his expression again to meet the man.

“Hei Bro, how are you?” asked Fero as he sat in front of Tristan.

Tristan averted his eyes, “Eh Fer. I'm good news. How are you doing yourself? Rizal does not work here?” ask Tristan.

“Gue is also good, especially after meeting you. Feel like meeting old friends,” replied Fero. “Oh that, Rizal works at his hotel Om Setya. Since he graduated from college, Om Setya moved him to the hotel while I managed all the cafes in the city center and also some restaurants. Arkana should have taken care of nothing. Om Setya is busy with his business and work as a lawyer. Qania the heir doesn't know where, uh not really. He still has to finish his studies,” he continued.

“You guys are really busy men apparently,” chuckles Tristan.

“Hmm that. Not busy, how about cafe?” ask Fero.

“Cafe safe really. Right now I'm also busy, busy chasing the love of Qania, hahaha.”

Laughter was heard from the two men so that some cafe visitors shifted their attention slightly.

“Semangat Bro's. Arkana used to be that way too, each time spent pursuing Qania's love. You also have to be excited so that Qania wants to nerima elo. If you need to use the method of the Ark, let it be accepted immediately,” said Fero chuckled when remembering the incident.

“Which way?” ask Tristan curiously.

“That shot Qania using maksa way that you know. Ask to be beaten if rejected. Later on Qania will not have the same feeling, he must immediately nerima lo,” replied Fero.

“By also tuh,” said Tristan. “Lo same Rizal help me so,” he continued.

“Can be set. By the way you are mesan?” ask Fero.

“Udah, the order has come,” Tristan replied along with the waiter named Aya came to bring her avocado juice.

“Lo only mesan drinks doang?” ask Fero while Tristan is sipping his juice.

“Iya. Actually, my purpose here is to nyariin elo with Rizal. I want to ask for help to find me a place to make it tonight,” replied Tristan.

“Oh you want to stay. I want to take you home, but I'm afraid my wife fainted see elo. If Rizal's house also ntar Gea who fainted. How about going to Ayumi hotel?” fero proposal.

“Ayumi who?” tristan asked with a frown.

“Hahaha, I mean Hotel Ayumi has Om Setya. So Ayumi was his late wife's name. If you want me to contact Rizal now let him prepare a room for elo, how?”

“By also.”

“OK. I called Rizal first,” said Fero then reached into the phone in his pants pocket.

After turning off his call, Rizal immediately met the receptionist to have them take care of the room on behalf of Tristan Anggara. After that he headed to the place where the reception was held for later tonight. After making sure everything was almost finished, Rizal immediately rushed to the cafe. She wants to meet the man whose face she misses so much and will also pick her up and take her to the hotel.

Approximately twenty minutes Rizal arrived at the cafe and immediately headed to Fero's room because the last message from Fero said that he and Tristan were in the room. Rizal looks like a man who is kasmaran when he only met Tristan. Ah, maybe because he misses the figure of Arkana that he already considers the sister.

“Fastly very lo nyampe,” said Fero as soon as Rizal sat down to join him and Tristan.

“Jalanan has not jammed Bro,” replied Rizal while showing the watch in his hand which shows fifteen hours less five minutes.

“How are you doing Bro?” tanya Tristan then extended her hand to shake hands.

“My news is good Bro, how about lo?” tanya Rizal welcomed the hand. It felt like he wanted to hug this man but he did not want Tristan to think about things.

“Gue is also good,” Tristan replied then the two relinquished their hand posts.

“Lo already from earlier nyampe in this city?” ask Rizal.

“So I came straight here and it was about two hours later,” replied Tristan estimating because he had been chatting with Fero for more than an hour.

“Oh. Don't you want to go out with us? Mumpung lo here we go first yuk,” take Rizal.

“Gue is okay,” said Tristan, “But what about my face? Safe no?” ask Tristan lethargic.

“Aman Bro, definitely safe,” says Fero.

“Gue has an idea, what if we go together with the wives? Like that first, we often triple date?” rizal's advice.

“Gue agreed anyway but ntar them in shock see Tristan,” said Fero.

“Yes too yes. How about Qania?” proposed Rizal again.

“Males I'm males. Emang lo want us to watch their kebucinan like usually .. uh, sorry Tris, I forgot elo Tristan not Arkana,” said Fero realized.

“Hahaha, relax. I understand it. Actually, there is one place I want to go here. Do you guys want me there?” tristan asked hesitantly while glancing at Fero and Rizal alternately.

“Certainly can, where to go?” sahut Rizal fast.

“Ke tomb Arkana.”

For a moment Fero and Rizal fell silent. Both of them knew that the tomb was currently empty because the bones were in a forensic laboratory at the request of Mrs Wijaya. Until finally Rizal also voiced.

“Yuk we walk,” take Rizal then the three out and do not forget Tristan back wearing his mask before coming out of the room.

The car drove at a moderate speed to the public burial area which is currently so quiet but does not look gripping because the day is still so bright and quite hot. As soon as the car stopped in the area used to park the funeral visitor's vehicle, the three men with almost the same posture got out of the car. Tristan held a basket of buns and also a bottle of water. He hesitated, his heart pounding as if he was so unprepared to come to this place.

For a long time he wanted to visit the place of a person who was so similar to him but after arriving at this place he actually felt his legs were so heavy to step on. He felt unprepared, as if he were in the tomb. There is a sense of unease and also not happy because now he has read the name listed on the tombstone. Suddenly his chest felt so tight when sprinkling the flowers on the tomb that read Arkana Wijaya. He could not explain his feelings at this time. Angry, upset, tight, sad and sick. But he could not deduce from the many feelings that arose in his heart what form was it?

“Hai Arkana, introduce me Tristan. Before I came here and wanted to come to visit here I had a lot of words to convey to you. But once I got to this place, I lost it all. I don't know what to say to you. Saying that I love your wife? Or say that I came to ask for your blessing. Ah not like that either. I want to say that I want to take Qania away from you because I love her and want and believe that I can make Qania my wife. Whether you like it or not but nothing will get in my way. So please bless my feelings towards Qania. I know this sounds cruel, but I told you I forgot what to say to you when I got here. Though as I recall the clothes of the word I used to arrange it was so sweet to persuade you. But never mind, forget it.

“Oh yes Bro, I can mastiin one thing same lo. I said, let me be more familiar. I can promise one thing to elo that I will take care of, love and educate and take care of your child like my own child. Your child will not lack anything because I will give everything he needs and wants. You don't have to worry about your son, I will continue your duty to be a father to Arqasa, your son and Qania will be my son and Qania. I'm sorry to say this, but when I appear as Qania's husband, then everyone will think I am Qania and no one will ever know that Arqasa is not my son. When that day comes I will be Arkana Wijaya, I will throw away my identity as Tristan Anggara. I also have no one in this world.

“Sorry if later I will change your position. But I promise I will take care of everyone you love especially bokap lo. I will be a good boy for him. I think he thinks of me as Elo. No problem, bro. Maybe my path of destiny is like this, but I'm sure I can keep it going. Again I am sorry. This is not my plan, but it is arranged the same that Maha Plan.

“Happy rest Bro. I doain lo will get the best place on his side. You sleep well and don't think about your family anymore. There I will nerusin your duties as a child, father and also a good husband.”

After pouring out all his feelings, Tristan recited a prayer for Arkana. While Rizal and Fero at the back just glanced at each other from earlier. They seemed to communicate through telepathy and the two understood each other the meaning of body movements and the glare of their eyes.

“Gue said back home first yes bro. happy resting,” said Tristan who then rubbed the headstone and stood up.

“Would you like to go home?” ask Rizal.

“Iya. You two do not say hello to your best friend?” ask Tristan.

“Ah, yes. We're tired of saying hello to Arka, hehe. Almost every day we come here to chat with other children as well,” replied Rizal, who is owned by Fero.

“Oh. Emm that, if we go to the hotel can not pass in front of Qania's house? I want to see him,” asked Tristan shyly.

“Hahaha, of course Bro. Let alone passing, we will stop by all while ngeting and snacking with aunt Alisha,” said Fero.

Tristan immediately put on an unpleasant look in the eye and it made Rizal and Fero laugh.

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