Forever Love

Call Me Baby

Qania was already in her pajamas sitting leaning on the bed while reading a message from Tristan. He exchanged messages with Tristan, sometimes his face was adorned with a smile but sometimes he snorted in annoyance. Until finally Qania fell asleep without telling Tristan so that the man still continues to wait for his message that never came.

“Qania where?” tristan Gumam.

Tristan looked at his phone and by this time it was twelve in seven minutes.

“Ah maybe she's asleep. Then I'll send you a good-night message, hehehe.”

Tristan began typing, he smiled amusedly at the contents of the message.

“Feeling to be my teenage son, hahaha.”

Just as Tristan was about to fall asleep, the ringing of his cell phone made him have to re-open his eyes. At first he was very excited thinking it was a phone call from Qania. But after reading the name of the caller it actually makes him limp.

“Hallo Tris.”

That voice, a voice that he was very familiar with but just directly damaged his mood that was very good.

“Iya I, what's up? Why is clock calling?” tanya Tristan tried to suppress his dislike, since knowing Qania the feeling changed, he only saw Qania alone.

“You where is Tris? Not back yet? Tomorrow we will go, you know,” asked Marsya who is now lying on her bed.

Tristan sighed before answering him, “Tomorrow morning I will return. Wait and you go to sleep because it's so late.”

“Good. Do I need to pick you up at the airport?”

“No need, you're home. Later I will come to pick you up then we will soon leave for abroad.”

“Alright, just follow your settings. Good night Tris, good night.”

“Goodnight back.”

Call disconnected. If Marsya immediately fell asleep after hearing Tristan's voice then it is different with Tristan. He sat back on the comfortable bed thinking.

Too happy to forget that tomorrow he will go abroad. He became restless, it felt like he wanted to turn back the time so that that day he did not promise to deliver Marsya. He doesn't want to go anywhere anymore. He even planned to move his business in this city after Qania graduated from college.

“How do I end this? Am I wrong? But all this I did at Qania's request. When should I blame Qania? Arghh ... Why am I so stupid gini anyway?!”

“What should I do to straighten this out? I really wanted to set this straight with Marsya, speeding up to end it all before this relationship got any further and I played it all out. Why did Qania forbid it? Does he want to hurt Marsya too deeply or not believe me? But in this case I will end up being the wrong side. I admit I was wrong from the beginning. Already have Marsya but I turn and like Qania. I don't know why either, but Qania is different. His charm is always able to attract me to always be near him and even worse I have to chase him to this extent.”

“What is this called bucin?”

Tristan sighed, thinking about this matter made it difficult for him to sleep. He tried to contact Qania but once a missed call stopped him. “Maybe Qania is asleep.”

Tristan wants to share the problem, but to whom? He doesn't even have a friend where he shares a complaint.

As he continued to struggle with his thoughts, he fell asleep at almost three in the morning.

....

 

After performing the dawn service, Qania sat back on the bed. He picked up his phone and noticed there was a missed call from Tristan in the early hours of the morning.

What's wrong with her?

Qania decided to call him back. This time he will be more sensitive, even he wants to make himself a protective lover also possessive. He has learned from his experience of losing the man he loved so much, not a second time.

Why not diangakt? Inner Qania.

Once again he tried to contact Tristan, but still the same. Various bad thoughts instantly pervaded Qania's mind. He was afraid that something bad would happen to Tristan and he would again lose his man.

“Tristan where are you?” muttered Qania nervously.

Qania tried to brush off the bad shadow and then intended to go down and wait for his son to come home from the mosque. Although Arqasa was so tired last night, he did not make Qania troubled when he woke him earlier.

Qania's phone rang as soon as she was just about to pull the doorknob of her room. He quickly turned around to pick up his phone on the bed.

The name of the contact slightly made Qania able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Assalamu’alaikum, anywhere? Why did you call last night? Are you all right? Where are you?”

Tristan, who had just woken up and found that there was an unanswered call from Qania, called him back.

Tristan laughed as soon as Qania immediately searched for him with many questions. I don't know, it's hard to define his feelings right now. He was obviously very happy at dawn.

“Oh you're fine apparently,” snorted Qania as it was precisely the worry-filled question answered with a crisp laugh of Tristan, but there was a relieved smile on Qania's lips knowing Tristan was fine.

“Haha, sorry yes dear. I'm just too happy. Funny too, you immediately attacked me with questions in a row while I have not answered your greetings. Wa’alaikum greetings dear, I just woke up. Last night I called because I wanted to make sure you were asleep or not. I am currently fine and still in your in-laws hotel room,” Tristan replied in a soft voice which made Qania feel calm and degdegan as soon as Tristan called her dear.

“Hmm thank goodness if you're okay. What time are you coming back?” qania.

“Did you just hear from me you want to kick me out of here?” guru Tristan's.

“What the hell, I just want to know so I can take the time to take you to the airport,” replied ketus Qania.

“Hahaha, so sweet. I'll wait for you to come pick you up here. The plane will be at eight. I hope before I go we can still spend time together,” Tristan said with a veiled intention.

“ Don't play too much, just tell me you want me to be there before eight. I'll come after breakfast, you wait there,” Qania said without telling her straight away to disconnect her call.

Tristan chuckled, he of course knew the call was decided unilaterally because there was no way Setya Wijaya's only son-in-law was out of pulse.

“Very sweet, this morning started with something sweet, his attention. I just found out that Qania is very protective. Suddenly I liked this nature. So much fun.”

While humming Tristan walked into the bathroom.

Qania kept her phone back on the bed together with Arqasa who had just come into the room. Qania laughed at his staggering footsteps.

“Child Mami is still sleepy, hem?” qania asked as soon as Arqasa kissed her hand.

“Hemm. Ar want to bobo again Mi, still sleepy,” he said then covered his mouth with his hands because it evaporated.

“Uh son Shby Mami.” Qania kissed Arqasa's cheeks while helping her son take off his prayer clothes and replaced them with homegrown clothes.

“Please if your child wants to go back to sleep. Come up, let Mami boboin,” invite Qania and Arqasa to obey.

It didn't take long for Qania to stroke Arqasa's back, the boy had already fallen into a deep sleep. Qania kissed the exact same face as Arkana before descending to help her mother and Bi Eti to prepare breakfast. All of you brought provisions for Tristan breakfast. Qania had decided to leave early, she wanted to discuss something with the man who is now her lover.

.........

 

“Where are you going, son? You are tidy and why bring stock?” mama asked Alisha as soon as Qania packed food in the lunch area.

“There's Ma business, can't have breakfast at home. Ar is still sleeping, please be given a meal if she is awake. I'm in a hurry Ma,” replied Qania.

Papa Zafran who was reading the newspaper occasionally glanced towards Qania. He was suspicious of his son yesterday but did not want him to appear to be watching Qania.

Let this child play first, later also if there is anything he will tell. From her writing, it was like something she was hiding. Papa Zafran.

He took his cell phone and sent a message to his confidant

 Qania parked his motorbike in front of the hotel and let the hotel attendant park it properly. A friendly smile he gave to the hotel staff who greeted him. He took the elevator to go to the fifth floor where Tristan was staying. While carrying the provisions he brought from home, Qania held his chest that was getting stubborn.

“Huh like to meet Arkana only. Eh?”

Qania got out of the elevator and walked to Tristan's room. He knocked on the door of the room. He tried repeatedly to neutralize his feelings. The door opened, both Qania and Tristan were both silent looking at each other. If Tristan was silent because he was surprised to see Qania coming, then Qania was silent because she saw Tristan who was only wearing a towel while drying her hair with a small towel.

“Ma-sorry,” says Qania immediately turned body.

Tristan woke up but he grinned, “Sorry for what, hem?” tanya Tristan then stepped towards Qania and immediately she hugged Qania from behind while leaning her chin over Qania's shoulder.

The treatment of Tristan alone made Qania surprised. “Please don't be like this. There's CCTV here and I don't want anyone to see your treatment. Please take care of the outdoor attitude,” pinta Qania, he is worried that no hotel staff or even Papa Setya will see this.

Tristan do not directly release Qania, “So if indoors is okay?” tristan Goda.

“What the hell! I go home then,” said Qania sulking and upset. But he could not also deny the smell of Tristan's body so that it makes him feel comfortable and also hot cold.

Think what the hell I am, Inner Qania.

“Hehe, let's go in,” invite Tristan who has released his embrace and then walk first into the room.

Qania turned around, and he followed Tristan. The door was closed by Qania, while Tristan rushed into the bathroom to change clothes. Soon he came out wearing a maroon shirt and black pants. His appearance was enough to make Qania stunned, like seeing Arkana in a more mature figure than the last time they were together.

“Acharmed hem?” it was Goda Tristan who was sitting on the sofa with Qania.

“If so why? Want protest?”

“Hahaha, just this time I asked the lady who was enchanted and instantly admitted to even challenging. Humm, who would protest. I'm glad you're fascinated. I'd be mad if you weren't fascinated by my good looks. There must be a possibility of your eyes having problems,” Tristan said as he lowered his eyebrows.

“Narsis,” sneer Qania but her lips quiver withhold laughter.

“Narsis you still like, right?”

Qania just put on her flat face while Tristan continued to chuckle until finally her eyes glanced at something that was in Qania's lap.

“Is that breakfast for me?” ask Tristan.

“Of course not. My breakfast. I haven't had breakfast at home yet so bring provisions. But if you want you can have breakfast with me. I will give you a little, just a little,” replied Qania.

Tristan couldn't help but laugh anymore, he immediately hugged Qania from the side while saying, “That's a pity for my lover. I'm getting in love.”

Qania's cheeks are red. Tristan's treatment of him is not much different from that of Arkana. It's just that Tristan is still losing narcissism to Arkananya first.

“You are narcissistic-snared or want to eat?” qania asked in a threatening tone, as Tristan closed his lips.

“Eat,” Reply Tristan.

Qania snorted before opening her provisions. The aroma of the cooking made Tristan's stomach hum. Qania wanted to laugh but he did not want to embarrass Tristan. Qania started putting food in her mouth. He pretended to be indifferent to Tristan who also wanted to ask for his food.

“Don't want to share a meal with me?” ask Tristan.

“Oh, are you hungry too?” qania asked back on purpose.

“Of course I'm hungry,” replied Tristan.

“But I don't have a plate and only have one spoon. How about you go wash your hands and come eat with me. And I don't want to share a spoon with you because it's the same as indirectly we kissed,” said Qania.

Tristan grinned, “Didn't we already do it a few times directly? Why refuse the indirect? Oh or do you prefer the direct ones huh?” ledek Tristan's.

He also said, damn it!

“Huhh, well I will bribe you,” said Qania relented and Tristan of course smiled brightly as bright as the morning sun.

If my faith is true, then it is not a sin because he is my rightful husband. But if this is not true, then forgive your servant, O Lord, inward Qania.

Qania began to feed Tristan. The two ate while chatting. Tristan asked for turns to feed Qania. Both are so romantic.  Until finally the food was not left in the bushel. Qania deliberately brought mineral water in a bottle even though in the room it was provided drinking water.

“Now have eaten then I want to discuss something with you,” said Qania in a serious tone.

Tristan turned his head, “What's up?”

“This is about your relationship with Marsya.”

“I also want to ask you this. What should I do?”

“Is it true you don't love her?” ask Qania seriously.

“I just love you,” Tristan said.

“Good. Go with him, accompany him because he needs you. But after that give her some sense if you can no longer continue your relationship with her. You know, I'm a very possessive man. I get angry and jealous of my partner. So since we've agreed to be together and I've entrusted my heart to you, please don't let me down. Because once I am disappointed then I will be very difficult to forgive,” said Qania full of firmness.

I'm sorry Marsya, but this time I have to hurt you because my son wants it and I want my son's happiness. And I believe he is my destiny. I'm sorry but I'd rather see someone else hurt for my son's happiness.

“I liked all your words just now. I'll make sure I won't let you down, my dear. You can hold my words,” said Tristan smiling happily.

He is a possessive and jealous person. All right, I'm waiting to get stressed out by you and want to see when you're jealous. I like this.

“Alright I will trust you but not believe. Let's go to the airport, I've booked a taxi earlier and now it's near the hotel,” take Qania who has stood first while carrying the supply place.

“Alright darling. Oh yes, call me dear first,” said Tristan.

“Quickly, later you will miss the plane,” over Qania while pulling Tristan's hand but Tristan instead pulled back Qania's hand until Qania's body hit the chest of Tristan's field.

“Don't want to call me baby, hem?” whisky Tristan.

Kesulihat Qania swallowed his saliva, this position was enough to make it cold hot.

“Call me dear,” said Tristan.

“Sa-honey.”

“By being friendly and soft!”

“Honey dear dear!” Qania yelled at him for being annoyed and also covered up her nervousness.

Tristan hugged Qania's body tightly and peeked at the top of Qania's head repeatedly.

“I will surely miss you a lot. Take care of yourself when I'm not around. I believe you can take care of your heart. I won't be long, please miss me and don't ignore me when I call you,” said lirih Tristan still clutching Qania's body tightly.

“Iya, definitely.”

Although still wanting to hug, Tristan let go of his embrace because he did have to go to the airport immediately. Tristan cupped Qania's cheeks together and fused their foreheads while closing his eyes. Qania closed her eyes as Tristan Mulan poked her lips against Qania's. For a long time he did so with such tenderness that Qania felt lulled.

“I love you Qania, love you so much,” Tristan said after he finished his kiss.

Qania simply smiled without replying to the remark. He replied, but in his heart.

I love you too Arkana Wijaya. I'm sorry but I can't say if I love Tristan Anggara, because you're my Arkan. I've been trained to say love only to Arkana. And if fate says otherwise, then I will train myself to keep the name Tristan Anggara.