Forever Love

My chameleon

After picking up Marsya at the restaurant, Tristan now takes her to the office of master Homar Lanzo. The office consists of five floors where the first floor is a jewelry store and various accessories men and women. It was so pampering for the eyes once he entered this office. On the second floor specifically for employees who are in charge of taking care of ordered goods. Third floor for the staff, fourth floor for the master room Lanzo and fifth floor for the warehouse.

“Welcome,” greet one of Mr. Lanzo's staff.

Marsya and Tristan both returned the greeting.

“With Miss Marsya?” ask the female staff who seems to be the same age as Marsya and no less beautiful.

“My yes,” Marsya replied.

“Mr and Mrs Lanzo are already waiting in her room,” she said kindly.

“Oh, then let's meet them. You're coming with Tris?” Marsya asked Tristan.

“You come in with him. I still have to check on the job I left behind. It's okay, right?” tristan refused subtly.

“Yeah I forgot that you also have a big responsibility. Yes I have entered alone,” said Marsya felt guilty for forgetting that Tristan also has another very important job.

The staff was silent because he did not understand what the two people in front of him were talking about, nor did he understand their language. They communicate using English only.

As soon as Marsya boarded with the staff, the, Tristan sat on a sofa that had been provided and he was entertained with snacks and drinks by one of the employees who had been ordered by the staff who took Marsya away.

Tristan sat down and pulled out his phone, checked his employment report and after everything was done he sent a message to Qania until they finally stopped him because Qania was sleepy.

All the work is in control when Tristan relaxes and he chooses to play the game. While being engrossed, inadvertently his sense of hearing caught their discussion where there were tourists coming to the store to look for a wedding ring. They came all the way just to get a design from Mr. Lanzo. This attracted Tristan to look at the jewelry collection in this store while waiting for the arrival of Marsya.

It would be great if I found a gift for Qania, Inner Tristan.

Long enough he looked around finally he found a very beautiful necklace. He immediately imagined when he pinned the necklace on Qania's neck.

“I take this one,” Tristan said to the employee who was there.

“Good, please go to the cashier,” he said using English as well.

In his heart, Tristan admires Lanzo's English-speaking master's employees from staff to regular employees. After paying him Tristan back to sit in his place. He opened the box and noticed the necklace with the butterfly-shaped fruit.

“Lo is like a butterfly, Qan. It's hard for me to catch. I approached you to run. And when I shut up, you came over to me. You are my butterfly and keep doing that. Don't stop at the one who came chasing elo because you already have me,” muttered Tristan then he re-inserted the necklace box into his pants pocket.

An hour or so they were there finally Marsya came out with a happy face and immediately invited Tristan home.

In Marsya's car frowning, he knew this road was leading to the hotel. “Tris, we return to hotel?” ask Marsya.

“Yes, I am tired and sleepy,” replied Tristan.

“Oh sorry yes,” great-grandson Marsya who was answered by Tristan only.

Though I still want to enjoy the afternoon to a romantic place or tourist attractions with Tristan. But maybe today he was very tired. It could be tomorrow. Hahh, actually my job is almost done here. Tomorrow I will meet with Mr and Mrs Benvolio to sign the cooperation papers. My shop will be crowded with bags from them. Sundays off and Mondays will sign a contract with Mr. Lanzo. I'm sorry, Tris, it's actually only been ten days, but I still want a vacation with you because if we go back you'll have no time to walk with me.

Marsya and Tristan enter their respective rooms. Their rooms differ by only one room in between. If Marsya plans tonight will take Tristan for a walk then another case with Tristan, tonight he will spend time to sleep. He was very tired today. Not a hard job but because waiting too long and more silence and also being in the room without the people he loves makes him tired.

Tristan lay down with both hands as a pillow for his head. He looked at the ceiling of the room while imagining Qania and Arqasa.

“Gue realized that actually Qania was still staring at me as Arkana and he chose me because this face reminded him of Arkana. I would say a bad luck but this is very happy. I want to say it's happiness but it's all pseudo because I'm not the source of that happiness. I was just as his suggestion to vent his longing. But I am very comfortable and very dear to him. I was also confused since when this feeling came, but I know now that I have not been able to measure my love for him how much is not too high.

“No matter if it's still impingement now. I will wait until finally the impingement is really a place of rest. Patience Tris, to get the best you have to be patient and fight hard. Nothing is instant. Instant noodles should still be cooked first. I'm sure I can definitely get Qanai's love completely not because of my face. I hope so.”

Tristan accidentally installed silent mode of his phone so that he is not disturbed by Marsya. He deliberately ordered food to be taken to his room. He was too lazy to go out. He doesn't answer Marsya's call, but he replies to Marsya's message saying he will be out with Monica tonight.

Go and be careful. Contact immediately if something happens or if something is disturbing and suspicious.

Reply Tristan to the message Marsya sent.

Sure do.

And Tristan just read the message without any intention of replying. He closed his eyes while waiting for the food to come.

 

. . .

 

Qania woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. He glanced at the clock in his room and it was already two in the morning. He immediately took the water in the kitchen and went back to the room. He tried to close his eyes but never went back to sleep. He took his cell phone, then he tried to watch a video to provoke his sleepiness but even until three o'clock he had not fallen asleep.

“If it is here at three in the morning then there at nine o'clock,” muttered Qania then without hesitation he immediately called Tristan.

Seeing the name listed is the name of Qania who called him then Tristan immediately sat down from his bed.

“Hei is there must be early morning,” muttered Tristan then immediately answered the phone.

“I can't sleep,” said Qania directly as soon as Tristan answered her call.

Obviously Tristan immediately laughed, usually Qania gave greetings first but this was not at all.

“Current hours don't sleep?” ask Tristan.

“Hmm, accompany me to chat,” Qania replied.

“Alright,” said Tristan with pleasure.

There are many things that they discussed, ranging from Qania activities, Tristan activities, as well as their relations. Sometimes the two were involved in disagreements but Tristan quickly relented until it was almost four in the morning. Qania yawned several times and it was heard by Tristan.

“Udah sleepy?”

“Hu’um.”

“Ya already bobo first and do not forget to wake up later for dawn prayers,” Tristan said gently and sounded loving.

“Nyanyiin,” whine Qania.

“Hahaha, really spoiled ya.”

“Emang can't?” dengus Qania's.

“However, I like it even. Yes I have sung let you bobo,” said Tristan.

Qania did not answer, she simply put her phone over her ear while lying sideways.

Tristan began thinking of a lullaby for her lover. There was an idea to answer the song that Qania had sent her.

Since we first met, I fell in love

Even if I know you have an owner

But I can't lie to conscience

I cannot avoid this love

Then let me love you

Or I can just love you

I'm sorry if I love you

Then let me hope you love me

Qania deliberately did not make a sound while listening to Tristan's voice sing, her tears dripping because she remembered and missed Arkana again. The same sound and singing technique, everything Tristan has is exactly the same as Arkana.

“Qania?” call Tristan in a soft voice as soon as you finish the song.

Qania closed her mouth holding back her sobbing. He tried to catch his breath to sound like a sleeping person.

“Oh is asleep, hehe. Good night, my darling dream. I love you, I love you so much. Wait for me to come home, I want you to pay for all my misses when we meet. I love you Qania Salsabila.”

Tristan hung up his phone while muttering, "Ah I just found out he's this pampered. I think I gave you the wrong nickname. I should have named Chameleons because of your volatile attitude. Sometimes you act cold. Sometimes he was sharp and every word was like a knife. The look intimidates and is not easily conquered. I just found out your other side is so spoiled. I like you my chameleon."

While Tristan was happy until he took her to his dreamland, in a different place Qania was curled up.

The sweet words of Tristan further made the swift flow of Qania's tears. Fortunately Tristan had turned off his call when the sound of sobbing could no longer bear Qania to come out of his mouth. Qania grew inflamed, longing for someone she could only remember without being able to see and touch. Hitting his chest that felt tight because again he cried bitterly missed the figure. A figure that for Qania has been in no place until now.

“Arkana, why are you so mean to me? You tormented me with this longing. You know, I really want to hold you tight. Channeling all these shinders, but where are you? You can't even touch me to see you smiling in front of me. I'm sick with Arkana, I'm sick. You think it's easy to have a day like this, hem? Living in your shadow. I also want to heal from this wound but my heart is reluctant to dry this wound. I know I'm stupid but I can't control my feelings. I can't think of anyone but you. Why give love as beautiful as that and then leave a wound as painful as this?” isak Qania was still beating his chest because it felt tight.

Instead of falling asleep after asking Tristan to sing it actually makes him even more unable to sleep because tormented by longing. Even until the dawn of Adhan Qania still can not sleep. With tears still breaking and his lips still continue to sob he tried to pray solemnly even the tears kept dripping while he was praying.