Forever Love

Shark Bullet

In a different place, Tristan increasingly huffled waiting for Marsya who did not return home. Twice the flight he missed and Marsya did not come. He was at the airport to take a morning flight. He had also sent a message to Marsya if he waited at the airport.

Marsya didn't come back to the hotel last night. That's what he found out when he was looking for Marsya in the hotel room and apparently Marsya wasn't there. He thinks Marsya must have stayed with Monica considering the two girls were so close when Marsya was still in the model world.

“You where the hell is Sya. Ten minutes to go,” grumbled Tristan repeatedly glanced outwards and his watch.

Tristan was increasingly upset when he heard the call for the passengers of the plane he was going to ride while Marsya did not come.

“Three minutes. Three minutes you do not come I will leave you here,” furious Tristan.

Two minutes passed and Tristan was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Marsya walking while pulling his suitcase. But Tristan's eyes were perfectly rounded as soon as he saw Marsya lying on the floor. He clearly saw a stray bullet go through Marsya's shoulder. Tristan quickly ran away from his suitcase and grabbed Marsya's body, putting it on his lap.

“Whoever please!!” shouted Tristan.

People passing by at the airport soon gather and help Tristan carry the fainting, blood-filled Marsya into a taxi. Someone from inside ran to get Tristan and Marsya's suitcase.

“Sya, survive Sya. I beg you,” Overtime Tristan when the taxi car started moving out of the airport.

Tristan couldn't think clearly because blood just kept coming out of Marsya's shoulder. Suddenly Marsya's body twitched and from his mouth came out blood and he fainted again.

“Hurry up!”

The driver immediately drove at an above average speed because he was also worried about the passengers.

Not long after, they arrived at the hospital. The taxi driver helped open the car door and Tristan immediately carried Marsya's body in a hurry he ran. Shortly thereafter the hospital nurse came by pushing the gurney and they ran quickly to bring Marsya into the ER room.

“Please wait outside,” said one of the sisters who turned out to be Indonesian.

“Please save Marsya Sus,” please Tristan.

“Yes, we will try and you keep praying for him. You should clean yourself up and then take care of the administration. Excuse me,” he said then entered into the ER room.

A male doctor in his fifties came to Tristan who was panicking in front of the ER room.

“What happened to him?” He asked in English because he saw Tristan's face which was clearly not European.

“He was hit by a stray bullet. We were going to do a flight back to Indonesia but at the airport it seemed like there was a commotion so Marsya was affected. Please save my sister Dok,” Tristan said please.

“Sure. Excuse me,” he said then went into the ER room.

In the midst of his death, Tristan remembered to contact Mr. Alvindo. He is Marsya's parents.

“Om, Marsya Om,” said Tristan panicked as Mr. Alvindo answered his call.

“What's up with Marsya, Tris?”

There was a panicked sound coming from behind the channel.

“Om forgive me for being negligent. We were about to leave for home but at the airport there was a shootout and Marsya became a victim of stray bullets Om,” Tristan replied then rubbed his face rough.

The sound of a loud shrill, Tristan could guess it was the sound of Mr. Alvindo's cell phone that fell.

“Hallo? Hello Om?” call Tristan.

“I'll be going there today. Please take care of Marsya and keep me informed of the progress of her condition. Oh yes, contact aunt Bendelina.”

The call was cut off, Tristan immediately sat leaning on the floor while waiting for the doctor or nurse to come out.

The ER door opened and came out a nun who was Indonesian.

“The eggs must be removed. The patient should be operated immediately. Please take care of his administration,” he said.

“Good. Where should I take care of it?” tanya Tristan spontaneously stood up.

“Let's come with me.”

Tristan followed the nurse and directly took care of all the administration of Marsya's treatment. The sister suggested that Tristan change her blood-soaked clothes. Tristan pulled her suitcase into one of the bathrooms and cleaned the bloodstains on her body and changed her clothes.

Soon he came out and immediately headed to the operating room again. He remembered Mr. Alvindo's message to contact Aunt Bendelina. He called immediately and Aunt Bendelina said she would be there soon.

Tristan put the phone in his pants pocket and pulled his hair. He wanted to scream but could not do it because he was in the hospital.

In the midst of his death he tried to contact Qania number but unfortunately only the operator replied that Qania was on another call.

“Sial! Who was she talking to earlier? Don't know what if I need it now,” Erang Tristan while continuing to try calling Qania number for the second time.

“We should have been on the plane or at least if you listened to me last night then we are almost in Indonesia. Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Shit!” grumbled Tristan while banging the back of his head against the wall.

“Why is there-just a roadblock for me to meet with Qania, anyway?” he muttered half sobbing for some reason his heart missed Qania so much and also troubled the woman a little.

 

 

The motorcycle taxi driver who asked Qania to deliver the package has now arrived in front of the ranks of boarding houses are quite crowded. He also opened his helmet and walked towards the crowd of residents of the boarding house while carrying a plastic bag containing cardboard.

“Excuse me sisters, here there is a named Raka?” ask the taxi driver.

“Ah yes, I sir,” replied Raka who happened to be talking while holding a guitar.

“There is a package from mbak Qania,” he said while handing over the plastic bag.

“Qania send package Sir? What package?” raka asked after taking the plastic bag and investigating it.

“Yes I don't know Mas. If so I say goodbye first,” he said then go by.

Raka became curious about the package that Qania sent. He tells his friends to go into his room.

Raka closed the door of her room and immediately sat on her living room chair which measures 2 cm x 2.5 cm. He pulled out his cardboard from the plastic bag while furrowing his eyebrows.

“This what?” muttered Raka.

He wanted to open it but he preferred to contact Qania first. Qania doesn't usually send packages and it's not her birthday either. He called Qania and the call was answered.

“Hallo Qan, I was able to send a package from Mas ojol. He said it was from elo. That's what? Lo where?” cecar Raka as soon as the call is connected.

“I'm in the office and please take care of the package yes. Don't open, wait for me dat—“

“Oh sorry to keep you waiting. Let's meet his client.”

Raka frowned at Qania's words. In his heart he said that at this time probably Qania's superior came so he ignored Raka who was on the phone with him.

Raka just kept quiet waiting for Qania to talk to her superiors which she could still hear even vaguely.

“Qania put hpnya where the hell?” muttered Raka.

Raka continued to listen until she finally felt bored by herself. “Mending I just matiin, ntar phone again if Qania has already done his work,” said Raka.

Just about to press the button to turn off her call, Raka was stunned to hear an unusual chat from across her channel. He brought his phone closer to his ear and activated his loudspeaker to hear clearly.

“Sial! This is Qania why to scream like this anyway?” raka is not calm.

Raka's eyeballs almost jumped out as soon as he heard the conversation of Qania and her superior.

“Stat! He wants my Qania? The insolent! I have to get there. Qania has a deep trauma. Damnit damnit! Shit!”

Raka continued to curse while looking around for his jacket hanging nearby but because he was so panicked he could not get it and was busy looking elsewhere. With excessive anxiety, he even forgot where to put the key to his motorbike.

“Sial! Why am I so stupid?” he said once he got the key of the motorbike which was still stuck in his motorbike.

Raka took out her motto and then she went back inside to secure Qania's cardboard box into her room and locked it. He then went out again and went straight up to his moto. A moment later he cursed rudely because he remembered his phone was still in the house.

Raka is still connected to Qania. He could hear the screams and the pleas of Qania. In fact, he deliberately recorded the conversation so that if something happened to Qania, he had evidence to punish the culprit and help Qania to punish the culprit.

“Qania wait for me, survive please Qan. I'll be there soon. Please hold on for me Qan,” muttered Raka by unknowingly shedding her tears.

Raka drove his bike even he did not realize he had broken through a red light and that made him chased by the Police. Not wanting to deal with the authorities for long, Raka quickly pulled the gas until it sped up at high speed on the asphalt. He even went in and out of the alleys just to avoid the police chase. And sure enough, he was no longer pursued but it made him take too long to get to the office where Qania interned.

Once in the office, Raka no longer parked her motorbike in the parking lot. Where he stopped, he left his bike there and immediately rushed into the office ignoring the guards who continued to pursue him.

“You can't carelessly enter!” reprimand the security guard when he managed to reach Raka's hand.

“I know Sir, but I have to find my friend now. He called me saying he needed my help. So I came here. Please work together sir,” pinta Raka is more anxious because at this time he can not hear the voice of Qania because his phone is in his pants pocket.

“Who is your friend?” ask Mr. Sattam.

“Qania, Qania Salsabila,” Raka replied quickly.

“Is there an employee here named Qania?” ask the receptionist.

The receptionist did not have time to answer, from the side came Mr. Leri who first told Raka.

“She is currently in the warehouse. You just walk straight from here and then turn left. Warehouse is at the end of the road,” said Mr. Leri and Raka directly barged in.

I hope you can save your friend in time. And hopefully there's no second Clara. Claraku must get justice. And hopefully you can put that jerk in jail. He deserves to be punished for what he has done to Claraku, muttered Mr. Leri and then he walked out of the office.