Forever Love

Familiar Faces

Qania smiled welcoming the arrival of Raka who was carrying cardboard in her hands. He did not smile at Raka actually, but at the cardboard in Raka's hand.

I was very curious about the contents, Qania muttered inwardly.

"Good afternoon Qan, how are you, how are you doing?" raka asked as soon as he sat on the chair beside Qania's bed. He holds the cardboard.

"Alhamdulillah is fine. Plans for tomorrow will come out. If I don't give it to you, I will make a mistake" Qania replied in a joke.

"Forced basis," cibir Raka with an end to rarity.

"Belgroff."

"Oh yes Qan, this is cardboard Lo emang what the hell is it? I haven't opened the problem yet," asked Raka who was curious.

"Consecret. Cyniins. Thanks for keeping the package from me. And I'm sorry that you and Julius stayed at the police station" Qania said.

Raka handed over the cardboard and Qania placed it on her lap.

"Don't apologize. That person was wrong, he was rude to Lo," said Raka sincerely.

As Raka and Qania were talking, Syaquile came and Qania asked him to keep the cardboard in the closet. Although confused, Syaquile still complies while continuing to guess what the contents of the cardboard are.

Syaquile also joined and they dissolved in their conversation. Sometimes there was laughter until Qania fell asleep because she was taking medicine. Syaquile and Raka decide to play the game.

When the day began to twilight, Raka pamit came home along with the arrival of Papa Setya who was out of nowhere all day.

"Oh looks very tired" Syaquile said as Setya sat next to him.

"Very. Moreover, the Handoko was making Om careless. How's your brother doing?" ask Papa Setya.

"He seems kind Om. He forced to go home tomorrow," replied Syaquile then sighing.

"That's right. No, he must be treated until he is completely healed" Papa Setya refused.

"But Qania is bored in Pa's hospital," exclaimed Qania who was awake.

"Same by Papa. If not yes then we will ask the doctor directly tomorrow how it is," said Papa Setya.

"Hm." Qania answered only then.

Papa Setya went into the bathroom to clean himself then along with Syaquile he went to the musholla in the hospital.

"Pa, I nitip bread, same snack with grilled chicken and rice Pa," said Qania before her in-laws and sister left.

"Yes my son" replied Papa Setya with a smile.

"Dek, you know Papa, yes" said Qania.

"Ready Brother. Then we go to prayer first, brother," said Syaquile.

It was not without reason that Qania asked for it from her sister and in-laws. After the two left, Qania rushed to pick up the cardboard in the closet by walking while carrying the infusion. He put the cardboard on his bed and began to remove one by one the contents.

Qania was glued to see the photo of the owner of the document in the cardboard.

"Familiar face. But where do I see it?" Qania muttered.

Qania brushed aside her desire to keep remembering, she read one by one the documents before her. Sometimes he rounded his eyes because he read the contents. There is also a flash disk that makes Qania curious about its contents.

"Crazy, this is crazy. They play dirty to reach the top. And this name, it bothered me a lot. Where possible! I'm sure something's wrong here. Some try to change the story.

"If it has been proven there, then this truth remains again. But what's the connection to that woman? Did he change all the stories? This is getting me curious. And it also made me more and more certain that my Arkan was still alive" said Qania at the end of his sentence.

Qania decides to contact his mother and son because he misses Arqasa so much. They made a video call long enough.

Seeing the door open Qania immediately turned her gaze away. He smiled when he saw the two men he loved coming in with a plastic bag.

"Ma, Ar, yes. It's dinner time. Assalamu'alaikum," said Qania ended the video call.

"Abis video call the same Mama, sister?" ask Syaquile while arranging food for Qania and for himself. Meanwhile, Papa Setya has started eating his food.

"Yes Dek," replied Qania then received the food that Syaquile had given her order.

Syaquile pulled the chair beside Qania's bed and began to devour her food. Qania inhaled the smell of the roasted chicken.

Grilled chicken will always remind me of Arkana Wijaya.

Qania ate something for a bite while holding back the tightness in the chest because the memories for the sake of his memories with Arkana continued to spin like a movie in his mind. Fortunately, he did not cry or shed tears and was even more fortunate that no one noticed him. Both Syaquile and Papa Setya enjoyed their meals.

If in the hospital the Qania family is enjoying dinner, another case at the police station. Mr. Handoko relentlessly screamed in frustration because he had to be locked behind bars. Something that was never in his dreams.

"Just look at you Qania, after I come out later, there will be no happiness that you will feel. Where's Revan's assistant again? Already got a lawyer as good as myself, not yet? I can't stand lingering here, '" he grumbled.

"Heh noisy. Want Lo if we hit?" the jolt of one of the burly prisoners and on his arm were several incision scars with his face so fierce.

Mr. Handoko wants to serve but he said because he believes if he fights then he will be the one who will be their easy target. Haven't lost his wounds and pain yesterday, he didn't want to add any more.

Continuing to curse in his heart, Mr. Handoko finally shut up and sat on the floor leaning against the wall waiting for the arrival of Revan's assistant whom he hoped to bring him good news.

.... . ....

Marsya opened his eyes, he had seen the people in the room but one figure he could not find.

"Papa told him to come back first. There's a big problem he has to solve there. Sorry if Papa's decision makes you sad," said Mr. Alvindo as soon as he saw the eye movement of Marsya who was looking for Tristan.

Marsya was silent and did not respond. There was a million anxieties in his mind. Moreover, letting Tristan away from his supervision will make him unable to know whether Tristan is related to Qania or not.

"I'm sorry Papa. But this time really in an emergency," said Lirih Mr. Alvindo.

Marsya glanced at him. "Is it really so fatal?" ask Marsya.

"The worst possibility is that Papa will lose everything, everything that Papa has," he replied languidly.

Marsya flinched, did it all the way, Marsya thought.

"Papa's kidding, right?" marsya asked in disbelief.

"If Tristan can handle it then there's still the possibility of saving some."

"Why didn't Papa take care of it?" marsya asked between caring and being upset.

"Papa had just arrived and immediately got the news. After all, Tristan has been helping Papa. He also knows very well about Papa's business. So Papa trust him," replied Mr. Alvindo still calm.

"I would hate Papa so much if it happened again" Marsya warned.

Mr. Alvindo did not respond, he then moved from his chair and returned to sit on the sofa while checking the progress of Mr. Handoko's case.

Marsya also felt guilty for speaking rudely to her father. Maybe because of his trauma and also he who just woke up but did not find Tristan near him.

I don't want to happen a second time. I'll hold him and I won't lose a second time. If that happens, I'd rather die. Tristan, I love you so much. Then and now for me the same, I still love you even though everything I know is very different and not the right thing. But from the age of my teens I only knew one love from the name of the one man who occupies my heart, that is you Trostan Anggara. If there was another Tristan Anggara then I might not be this sad and wrong in stepping. But it's like this too, I'll continue it, Marsya's mind sobbed.