Forever Love

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“Kak, stop. I don't want to see my brother sad,” said Syaquile persuaded Qania who still throw their faces do not want to look at him.

Qania just snorted making Syaquile smile funny. He approached his brother and sat on the bed.

“Sister, I have good and bad news for sister. From yesterday I wanted to say it but because my sister experienced this incident I undo the intention to say it,” Syaquile said looking at Qania who finally turned his head.

“What?” ask the curious Qania. He is sure of one thing because according to his count there should be a result.

“Kak, the result of the investigation said that the corpse was ...”

Syaquile deliberately hung his words because he was so enjoying the look of his brother's curious face.

“Dek ihh ...”

“The body is not Arka's sister but it is Arjuna Wilanata.”

Qania covered her mouth with one hand, this news really took her by surprise. There is still hope for him. Qania's tears were flowing.

“You didn't lie Dek?” tanya Qania made sure.

“Negak Brother. Brother Dennis has also brought his bones to be buried in their place. Sis, just one more step to prove he's right Brother Arka or not. Sis, if even if he is not Arka's brother, brother do not be disappointed. We'll find his whereabouts. With financial strength and Papa and om Setya, we certainly can Kak,” said Syaquile continues to encourage the brother.

“Iya Deck. After this you will find out who Tristan really is. If it is proven that he is not Arkana, then Brother will look for the existence of Arkana and take a stand against Tristan,” said Qania.

But I'm pretty sure he's my Arkan.

“Sister, if he comes then it proves that he is indeed serious as Sister. If she does not come then sister should think about continuing the relationship with her or not.”

Qania simply nodded, inwardly hoping that Tristan would come.

“I want to take a shower first Brother. Brother rest,” added Syaquile.

After Syaquile's departure to the bathroom, Qania stared at her phone hoping Tristan contacted her but she had to sigh in disappointment several times because of what she expected not to tell her.

I hope you come.

At the police station, Papa Setya is now with Julius and Raka. They have been released and now the police are preparing to arrest Mr. Handoko at the hospital.

“You go home. I will wait here,” said Papa Setya.

“Good Om, thank you,” said Raka and Julius almost simultaneously.

Raka and Julius returned home with one of Mr. Erlangga's family members.

Meanwhile, someone who had stolen the conversation between Papa Setya and the police followed the police until they reached the hospital.

Upon arrival in the ward of Mr. Handoko, he did not come in but took out a camera from his bag and took pictures using his cellphone and also recorded events inside.

“Good day Mr. Handoko,” greet one of the police.

“Siang Sir, can I help you?” asked Mr. Handoko withholding his tension.

“We have come with an arrest warrant for you on charges of violence against Qania Salsabila Wijaya's sister as well as a sexual harassment plot against her,” the police replied while providing an arrest warrant.

Mr. Handoko's wife, assistant Revan and Mr. Handoko himself gasped at the doctor's words. Shakingly, Handoko received the letter.

“There may be my husband doing such a thing Mr. Police,” refute pak Handoko's wife.

“The evidence we have can no longer be denied Madam. The footage of Mr. Handoko molesting Qania's sister Salsabila Wijaya and the attempted harassment is on us. So we ask for cooperation,” said the police firmly.

“Sorry madam, we'd better discuss that in the office later. And as for the woman, we've got reports that yesterday she was pronounced dead after what happened to her. Do you think it's just a trap to kill yourself. The son of a great lawyer and successful businessman Setya Wijaya was too crazy to commit suicide, right?” said the police with a thin smile that underestimated Mrs Handoko who was now staggered to the back and fortunately there was a assistant Revan who was quick to hold her.

“Bring him!” continued the police officer ordered his subordinates to subdue Handoko sir.

Without being able to say anything else Mr. Handoko according to leaving his wife who was roaring. Meanwhile, Revan's assistant is silent while examining what really happened and what is the motive behind this incident. He soon followed her to the police station.

Meanwhile, the real man was a journalist who waltzed with a smile full of happiness after getting the big news.

“Bonus big nih,” muttered then immediately drove his motorbike to his workplace.

In a different place, a man who was restless did not stop grumbling in his heart because time was so slow to pass. He was eager to go home and meet his heart. He leans against the wall in front of Marsya's ward so that Marsya's family does not suspect his attitude. In the midst of his turmoil, Mr. Alvindo came out of the room and immediately approached Tristan. His face was no less dull.

“Tris, can Om ask for help?” ask Mr. Alvindo.

Tristan turned his head, he could see an unease there. More than his anxiety when he saw Marsya's condition.

“Can Om. What's up?” tristan asked, a little worried if the wishes of Mr. Alvindo is related to his relationship with Marsya.

“Begin, Om would like this morning also you go home to our country. Here we will take care of Marsya. The situation there is more worrying. Om depends on you. Plus Mr. Handoko is in the hospital and not to mention he is exposed to a big problem that Om feels will have an impact on the company and also our business. Um ask you to come back soon. You don't have to worry about Marsya because we're here. Can you Tris?”

Mr. Alvindo's words were like heavenly chants that sounded in Tristan's ears. He could barely control himself. Fortunately, he was still conscious and could endure his happiness.

“Good Om. I'll be back in the morning. If you may know what happened to Mr Handoko?” tristan asked a little curious because he knew Mr. Handoko was a person who used to solve problems, not who was hit by problems considering his ability to be wrong in the field of law.

“Hmm, he's involved in a case with one of the great lawyers. I don't know what the problem is between them. To be sure he was framed and one of his important documents was stolen by the lawyer's son-in-law,” replied Mr. Alvindo who is unlikely to tell the truth. It could be a danger to itself.

“Then like that Mr. Handoko is really in big trouble. But this is the first time I hear that a class lawyer like Handoko can be rivaled. I wonder which lawyer is able to challenge Mr. Handoko,” Tristan murmured who is still heard by Mr. Alvindo.

“Hehe, don't be surprised. Above the sky there is still the sky. He's one of the great lawyers and also a successful businessman from his area. Even when compared to Mr. Handoko, he is still far above Mr. Handoko. It's just that he didn't spread his wings to the island of Java. He is a great lawyer from Sulawesi,”, said Mr. Alvindo who made Tristan immediately turn his head. He felt uneasy and also had guessed a name in his mind. It made him more nervous.

“Su-sulawesi?” ask Tristan.

“Yes. There are not many people in the world where we know them. But lawyers and lawyers are no strangers to him. It was Setya Wijaya. Yes already Om, enter first yes, you rest before making the flight later,” replied Mr. Alvindo then entered the room.

As soon as Mr. Alvindo entered, Tristan's body fell to the floor. What he thought was true. And the mastermind of the incident that almost took Qania's life was Pak Handoko. But what exactly happened? Qania stole the file and framed Mr Handoko? What purpose? Thought Tristan.

“This can't be, I have to go home.”

Thinking about events makes Tristan not feel now the time has passed and the flight schedule is only half an hour away.

He quickly said goodbye to Marsya's family and also to Marsya who had just regained consciousness an hour ago. Although heavy but Marsya must let Tristan go home. Her father had already explained the reason why Tristan was asked to return home immediately.

“Be careful. Call if it has arrived,” said Marsya with sobbing.

Tristan smiled then nodded his head. He also said goodbye and rushed to the airport by boarding a car that became the transportation of Mr. Alvindo during his later stay in the country.

As soon as Tristan stepped in at the airport, a notification came in on his phone. He paused for a moment and saw if it was a message from his men.

“SUCCESSFUL LAWYER MR. HANDOKO ARRESTED BY POLICE ON CHARGES OF MISTREATMENT AND ATTEMPTED RAPE AGAINST SON-IN-LAW SOLICITOR AND SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSMAN FROM SULAWESI MR. SETYA WIJAY”

“PROBABLY HIS SON-IN-LAW SETYA WIJAYA WAS DECLARED DEAD DUE TO THE PERSECUTION HE RECEIVED AND IS CURRENTLY STILL BEING TREATED AT ONE OF THE HOSPITALS IN Y” CITY

Tristan dropped his phone after reading the news. His chest felt tight to imagine what happened to Qania.

“Qan sorryin me. I can't take care of Elo and I don't. You almost go away with me forever,” isak Tristan. “And for Lo, I must have Lo rot in prison,” furious Tristan.