Forever Love

Nibbled

The car driven by Rizal passed in front of Qania's house. Still looks crowded at Elin's house because the peak of the show later tonight. Rizal whose initial intention was just to pass was made to brake suddenly because Qania suddenly appeared in front of the car.

Indeed Rizal took his car so slowly and he only focused on looking at the house Qania where there were Pak Zafran, Syaquile and Arqasa who were playing in the yard.

Apparently Qania appeared from the direction of Elin's house. Rizal clucked to see Qania who was still standing in front of the car with a distance while laughing and ruffled her waist. Rizal opened the window glass and popped his head.

"Mrs Wijaya you're tired of living? Still frustrated? Want to kill yourself?" ledek Rizal's.

"Ck, it's rude of you, Mr. Manager," Qania said as he walked towards the car.

Fearing that Qania would see Tristan in the car and would be a reporter all of a sudden, Rizal and Fero decided to get off soon. While Tristan, he was fascinated to see Qania with a simple look like a homegrown girl.

"Oh there's Fero as well" said Qania. He stopped his footsteps before getting close to the car.

"of course. We had the intention to stop by for ngeteh but not be deh. We want to go back first, a lot of work," said Fero.

"Yes, just stop by first. Can't pass if you don't come in" Qania threatened.

"Alright if the young mistress forces." Rizal chuckles.

Rizal and Fero followed Qania. The two whispered to each other about Tristan's whereabouts.

"Let's go, we'll do it once in a while" said Fero.

"So you want to know him?"

"Actually want to see the guts too. Dare not he down or choose the jamuran in the car," continued Fero.

"Hahaha, that's right, too" Rizal confirmed.

Rizal and Fero greeted Mr. Zafran and Syaquile and got a friendly reception. Both of them also scrambled the hair of Arqasa who was playing ball with Syaquile.

"Om, Ar's hair is ugly" she grunts.

"Look Ro, anger was more and more similar to Arkana," said Rizal relentlessly looking at Arqasa's face.

"He is Om Riz, Ar is his son. How the hell," answered ketus Arqasa, still upset apparently.

"Eh there's Nak Fero and Rizal. Aunty take a glass first yes," said Bi Eti who came carrying a tray containing tea and snacks.

"Oke Bi" said Fero and Rizal simultaneously.

"Tumben played here?" asked Mr. Zafran while then sipping his tea. "Eh Om drink first yes, hehe," he continued.

"Please Om. We were just passing through the door, uh look at the Qania was also suddenly standing near the car," said Rizal.

Wanting, even desperately wanted Tristan to get out of the car and join the Qania family. But he broke it. However, he had not received any recognition from Qania and he did not want to make trouble with his arrival. Let him sit quietly in the car while paying attention to the warm family interaction.

Tristan smiled as he looked at Qania who was staring at the car. He felt as if Qania was looking at him when it was simply impossible to remember the invisibility of window glass.

“Where are the preparations at hotel Zal?” ask Qania who somehow his gaze continues to be fixed on Rizal's car.

“Almost finished just now I stay. Calm down, I think it's finished now,” replied Rizal then sipped his tea.

“Why do you see Rizal mulu Qan?” fero whispered, he realized it since earlier because of Qania's gaze which occasionally glanced at the car. But he also saw no sign of Tristan going down or showing his face.

“No the hell Ro. I also do not know what is interesting in Rizal's car until I see the mulu from earlier,” replied honestly Qania who was curious why her eyes seemed interested to keep staring at the car.

“Oh elo psychic yes Qan,” kekeh Fero.

“Means?”

“Lo can tell if we actually came to bring gifts for elo. You can check it yourself,” replied Fero judging Qania.

“That's right?” tanya Qania was curious as well as suspicious.

“True, very true instead,” replied Fero reassuringly.

“Ya I have seen first,” said Qania who immediately rushed to the car.

Rizal, who was originally talking to Mr. Zafran, glanced at Fero who was whispering with Qania until Qania walked towards his car. Fero responded via a gesture that meant everything was safely under control.

I'm sure you're Arkana. The proof of the bond between you and Qania is very strong. We just have to wait when God will open all these secrets, Fero murmured in his heart.

When Pak Zafran and the others were busy chatting and Arqasa who was playing ball with Syaquile, Qania was getting closer to his heart car. Feeling deja vu of course with this feeling. He held his chest with his hand which now felt so cold. Qania approached the door in the back seat, as he was sure it was impossible for Rizal and Fero to put his gift in front.

As for Tristan, he felt the same way. Only this time did he feel so stubborn as Qania began to approach him. He felt like a thief in hiding and the group of people who were chasing him were getting closer and almost found his hiding place. The closer Qania stepped, Tristan grew nervous until Qania finally managed to open the door.

Deggs ….

Both Qania and Tristan were stunned as the two looked at each other. Long enough to be silent and drown in the shock of each of them. More precisely here who was surprised was Qania because Tristan had already seen his arrival.

“Ka-you?”

“Oh, ha-hai Qania.”

Qania suddenly got into the car and sat down next to Tristan. He was still surprised but his brain immediately worked to hide the existence of Tristan from his family, his Papa and his son who had been whining for two days to meet Tristan.

“Since when are you here?” ask Qania ketus, the fashion is stiff to Tristan on again.

“Since this afternoon, hehehe,” replied Tristan.

“You what?” ask Qania.

“Ya want to see my future teacher. Why else try me here. There-there is a question,” said Tristan then ruffled Qania's hair.

“Ih don't get ruffled.”

Qania got out of the car in annoyance. Tristan felt guilty for angering Qania and for leaving her. He wanted to spend time with Qania. Qania walked into his house without looking back. Tristan was lethargic for a moment.

Shortly afterwards he saw Qania coming out wearing a jacket but still in his home clothes who was sitting on the motorcycle.

“Ar join Mami yuk, Mami want to go to mini market,” invite Qania.

“But Mi ...”

“If you do not want yes Mami can not ngabulin your wishes,” threatened Qania with a voice so soft that instead of Arqasa felt threatened even feel so loved.

“Ya Yes Ar is coming. “

With lazy Arqasa riding on the bike behind his Mami, of course he did not want if the Mami could not grant his wish.

Tristan noticed that, he felt disappointed in himself because now Qania was going to go with Arqasa. In his regret, he was surprised by the sound of a knock on the windshield beside him.

“Qania?” lirih.

Tristan faintly heard that Qania asked him to come down. He looked around, Qania turned out to choose the right direction because the car blocked the view of people in his house from this side. With a smile he went down not forgetting to wear his mask and glasses.

Who the hell? Inner Arqasa asked after the man sat in front of him.

“Where are we?” ask Tristan.

“Jalan aja straight until hit the wall,” replied Qania origin.

“Ih Mami, let Mami want us to hit the wall. Who is this Om? Why ride on the motor as well?” asked Arqasa who then turned his gaze forward. He stared intensely at the man who was now opening his glasses.

“Dad—eh Om Tristan!!” pekik Arqasa was surprised with excitement.

“Hai hotshot, let's go for a walk,” said Tristan who now ignores Qania. He kissed the top of Arqasa's head before turning around to drive the bike.

Getting the first kiss from a figure that was so exact with his Daddy made Arqasa's heart warm. His eyes glazed over, only this time he felt that he had the figure of a father that he had always wanted and longed for. Her tiny hand was stretched out to tightly hug Tristan's waist. Tristan helped the tiny hand curl up in her stomach and one of her hands was in control of the steering wheel.

Qania certainly did not escape the sight that he thought was very moving. His tears wanted to break out but he kept holding it by raising his face.He was so happy with the situation, he could feel the happiness of his son.

Tristan glanced from the rearview mirror, a smile etched on his lips. He was just as happy, feeling that he was in a happy family zone where there was a Mother, Father and Son. He was his father and his mother Qania and their son Arqasa. It really looks like a happy family.

“Where are we going Ar?” ask Tristan.

“We go to the mall, play there,” replied Arqasa.

“No love, it's late afternoon and later tonight we will go to the reception party aunty Elin,” prevent Qania.

“Yaa Mami.” Arqasa was disappointed.

“What's wrong, later tonight after the party we will go there,” said Tristan who made Arqasa again excited.

“Horeee!”

“Well where are we now?”

“Ke park near cafe,” Qania reply.

Tristan who had memorized his path immediately pulled the gas to the place just mentioned by Qania. He continued to hum while occasionally stroking the hand of Arqasa who was holding him.

Daddy's gonna make you happy hotshot. Daddy promises to make you forget that this daddy is just a connector. You will be a daddy's son and not an Arkana child even though he is his biological father, Inner Tristan.

Arriving at the park, apparently the place was so crowded that Qania paused his intention to go down. “We go to Grandpa Setya's house,” says Qania again.

“But I don't know the route,” said Tristan.

“You are straight from here, ntar meet the intersection turn right. If you have turned right you stay straight until there is a fork you take left,” said Qania explained the route.

“Good.”

Tristan again pulled the gas motor by continuing to remember the route mentioned by Qania. He was delighted to see the house he had once been to in search of Qania. The motor stopped in front of a tightly closed gate.

“Mi how do you want to enter?” tanya Arqasa turned around to look at her Mami.

“Mami has the key. In part there will only be three of us because Bi Ochi at the house of Elin and Pak Anwar was bringing Grandpa Setya to the office because there was a sudden business and the reverse will be at seven. Oh yes dear, later tonight we will stay here,” said Qania at length explained and told Arqasa about those who will stay.

“Good Mi.”

Qania went down and unlocked the gate and opened a few doors for motorcycles to enter. After that Tristan pulled the gas slowly and brought the car in while still piggybacking Arqasa. Qania closed the gate.

“We go to the back pool only. Ar wants to play there,” said Arqasa as soon as he got off the bike. Ignoring his Mami, he tugged at Tristan's hand to join him and Tristan complied while Qania snorted in annoyance.

The three are now in the pool behind the house, Qania sitting in the gazebo while watching Tristan and Arqasa who are playing ball. He smiled faintly enjoying the sight that looked like Arqasa was playing with Arkana.

Almost half an hour of play finally Tristan decided to rest let Arqasa who is still engrossed with the ball. He sat beside Qania asking for water and Qania offered him a glass of water.

“Thank you Mami,” said Tristan chuckled before drinking the water.

“Hih, since when did I become your Mammu,” grunt Qania.

“Later I will be Daddy, Mi,” continued Tristan tease Qania.

“Dream aja there,” ketus Qania.

Qania got up from her seat but Tristan quickly withdrew her hand until the half-standing Qania fell right on Tristan's lap. A sneaky grin rose on Tristan's lips and it made Qania turn her eyeballs off guard.

“Why rush hemm?” said Tristan who is now staring closely at the two eyeballs Qania.

“Tristan please don't be like this. Not well seen by Arqasa,” pinta Qania who did feel uncomfortable. Unlike if it was Arkana then Qania would without being asked to sit on his lap even leaning against his chest.

“He must be aware,” said Tristan without shifting his eyes.

“But I'm not so,” Qania toilet.

“Qania, I love you so much. Please be gentle and loving to me. I'm your future imam, you know,” whine Tristan.

“You are no longer a boy,” quipped Qania.

“Let's just. I want you to receive my love,” said Tristan.

“You forced me?” qania asked in an annoyed tone.

“Of course I force.”

“I don't like being forced!”

“Unfortunately I am the most expert in forced-forced matters,” Tristan said as she blinked one eye and it left Qania speechless. The reason was none other than that he was stunned by the blink of an eye he used to see when Arkana used to tease him.

Seeing Qania who was fixated on looking at him, Tristan immediately took the opportunity to kiss Qania's lips. But just about to be touched, a ball suddenly landed on his head.

“Awwww!”

“Ayo lo ngaku earlier definitely again shadow nyium Qania ya?” ledek Fero's.

“Eh?”

Tristan regained consciousness and found himself still in the car instead of at Qania's in-laws' house.

Was I just halu doang? Thought Tristan.

“Lo must have been a perverted mind, until the lips are so monyong-monyong,” ledek Rizal.

“Ah no,” kilah.

“That's not to be ashamed. Let's go to the hotel. Lo also definitely need a break,” said Rizal who then drove his car to the hotel.

Tritsan felt keki because along the way both Fero and Rizal did not stop teasing him. But with all that he actually felt so familiar with the two friends Arkana it. he felt not awkward anymore and could even mocked each other and also cursing.