Forever Love

Malay Man

As agreed, as agreed, the day after Qania was discharged from the hospital and chose to stay safer at Mr. Erlangga's house while Papa Setya returned to their city because he also had a job that Nisha could not represent or Rizal.

Maharani asked him to stay at his house, but because this was his mission with Mr. Erlangga and only the two of them knew the reason for all the reasons that made Qania want to do this too then Qania preferred to stay at Mr. Erlangga's house.

Coming home from delivering Papa Setya this morning, Qania kept quiet in the room and busied himself reading the document and also he copied the files on the flash into his phone so that later he could see easily.

Qania looked at the photos in the document. He kept remembering where he had seen this face.

“Come on Qania, you are a good reminder. There is no way you are this easy to forget something,” murmured while trying hard to remember the face that made him unhappy.

Uh

Qania tried to come to terms with his flaws this time around. Let it be, one day he will definitely remember it if he meets this person. Or maybe it will get carried away into the dream.

The dreams?

“Oh my goodness this man is the man who ever came into my dreams. I'm no stranger to his face,” cried Qania then he closed his mouth.

“Wait a minute, if this man is Mr. Angga means in the dream actually I already know what the ending will be like. And also I've found two answers from those four people. Arjuna apologized in the dream and it turned out that he was gone. And I finally learned that the one in Arkana's tomb was actually her. I had a few strange dreams. And about Arkana? And who is my little helper?”

So many thoughts and big question marks that now make Qania more confused. Instead of being resolved this one uh is even open one case even there is a new problem for Qania.

Qania tried to put that aside and started reading the document again. Too many things he got and it made him unable to stop grumbling.

“Pak Jayadi? Who is this guy?” qania muttered as soon as she read one document about the person.

Qania got the idea, but he didn't know where to start. Should all these files be handed over to Mr. Erlangga? But if he immediately handed this over he feared his true mission to himself would not be completed. So Qania decided to let himself and Papa Setya solve all these cases.

After Qania had kept all the documents back, he remembered his promise with Tristan. If Tristan had not called him at this time then he would have forgotten so many thoughts and problems that he was facing.

Tristan leaned back in his chair, he had just resolved some issues related to the business of Mr. Alvindo and Mr. Handoko. He decided to immediately refresh his mind by listening to Qania's voice.

“Assalamu’alaikum prospective makmum,” he said and he could hear Qania snorting before answering his greeting.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Don't be too high expectations,” said Qania.

“It was not just an expectation but it would be a reality,” Tristan said. Although in reality Qania remained strict and spoke a language that slightly shrank her heart but it still made Tristan smile happily.

“As far as you are,” said Qania did not want to argue long.

“Haha. Oh yeah, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. What time do we go to the salon, baby?” ask Tristan.

In his place, Qania's cheeks met red hearing the affectionate call from Tristan. Suddenly his heart was racing and he felt his hands so cold.

“After Ashar. We will meet at my old residence,” replied Qania.

“Siap darling. Then I'll see you later yeah,” said Tristan really very happy.

Without answering Qania immediately disconnected his phone connection made Tristan who was smiling suddenly sour-faced to hear a call that was cut off unilaterally.

“Qania, Qania. No matter how you talk, you always dominate my mind. When I work focus only Lo still had time to appear in my mind. Whether it's Lo's sweet smile, Lo's bad words, Lo's curse and whatever it is must always come and go in my mind. Hmm, I can go crazy if I can't have elo,” muttered Tristan while turning his chair around.

But alas, that beautiful daydream had to be cut off once the phone rang and it was a phone call from Marsya.

“Tris,” said Marsya who was sitting leaning on a hospital bed.

“Hallo Yes. Howareyou? Sorry I didn't say anything yesterday. I have to go home soon because it is true here is very much a problem,” said Tristan, although he did not taste to talk but he still appreciates Marsya.

“Hah .. sorry Papa ya Tris. Because of this problem you become a hassle. And I'm sorry, too, if I had heard what you said back then there might not have been anything like this. Sorry I'm Tris,” isak Marsya.

“I'm sorry you are. Don't try to be self-defeating. Your focus now is only recovery so you can return soon,” said Tristan trying legowo.

“Still Tris. Maybe in a few days I'll recover and maybe go home. If the control let it be there,” said Marsya wiping his tears then he smiled happily.

“Iya Sya. Oh yes, I want to continue the work first. Greetings to Alvin. I also hope Om Alvin can go home soon. There's a lot of trouble here. If Mr. Handoko does not make a problem all must be fine here,” said Tristan then sighed in frustration.

“What is Tris?” marsya asked in surprise.

“Yes. But you don't have to think. I'll definitely handle it. Like I said, you focus on your recovery. I closed first. Bye.”

Marsya looked at her phone which already featured a dark screen. Then he glanced at his papa who was busy with his laptop while Aunt Bendelina was out.

From the look of papa's face it seems like this is a big problem. Hopefully Tristan can handle it, inner Marsya.

Tristan massaged his temple. He is actually a fool if their business is destroyed because of the actions of Mr. Handoko he can not forgive and even Tristan plans to further destroy his business. But he came back here not only the life of Mr. Handoko but there is Marsya and his Papa. Tristan was not that happy with those who had helped him to become what he is today.

“Hahh .. what would happen if Qania knew I was helping Mr. Handoko,” muttered Tristan was frustrated by himself.

 

. . .

 

“Oh yes Son, yesterday there were people who entrusted this for you,” said the father of the contract owner handed a package in a small size cardboard.

Qania received it then asked, “From whom Sir?”

“No idea either, maybe inside there's a hint Nak. You enter first yes, want to get ready to the Mosque,” he said and Qania also paid to his contract.

Arriving in the room, Qania immediately opened the package and in it there was only a paper that read one address and ...

“Jayadi? I feel familiar with this name. Who?” Qania muttered.

“Alright, I'll save it first. Maybe it has something to do with this case,” said Qania then save a piece of paper into her bag.

Qania held Ashar worship in his rented then after he finished storing his prayer equipment, the sound of a motor horn was heard. He must have known it was Tristan.

Qania slightly tidied up her performance before coming out with Tristan. He saw Tristan riding the exact same motor sport as Arkana made him pause for a moment. Qania was fixated, as if she was looking at Arkana. Flashback memories of the times Arkana picked him up by using a rotating motor like a movie in front of him. Unknowingly Qania smiled and also tears.

Tristan who saw it of course understood this situation. He even deliberately bought this bike because he remembered Qania had used an Arkana motorcycle when he was with him.

I know this is wrong, but I want to make my own memories with Qania. I just want Qania on this bike that she remembers is Tristan, not Arkana. I will try and I will make Qania completely give space to me as Tristan. I don't refuse to be asked to be Arkana, but I can't lie that I want to be seen from Tristan's side. I'm sorry I'm selfish Arkana, but you're past and now it's my turn.

Qania hurriedly regained his senses, he did not want to get carried away. He must be able to control himself which is already uncontrollable. He knew it was not an Arkana corpse, how could he control himself once he saw Tristan in the same style as Arkana.

Well, since you have surprised me and made me remember my Arkan, then soon your turn will come. Just feel my vengeance later, Qania muttered as she walked closer to Tristan.

“Come on the road,” said Qania who without being asked had gone up first and made Tristan aware of his daydream.

“Good Miss. Which salon are we going to?” tanya Tristan started the engine.

“Subscription you only,” replied Qania then without being asked he wrapped his hands in the stomach of Tristan.

Just contact it makes Tristan degdegan. A smile continued to rise on his lips.

I never thought falling in love was this happy, Tristan murmured inwardly.

He also drove his motorbike to the salon while humming.

Whatever it is, I'm Tristan, I'm happy right now. Very happy, her mind.

Another case with Qania who is currently changing her facial expression. Sometimes he smiled wryly, wanted to laugh and also swore silently to Tristan.

Hey Tristan Anggara, don't be happy just yet. It's just the beginning. And just so you know, I did this on purpose because I missed him and wanted to work on you. Hahh ... What if I work more like I did to Arkana? Uh but no, good at him dong. Better now focus on her hair scissors, inner Qania.

Before long the motorbike stopped in front of a male salon, Tristan and Qania went down. They were greeted kindly by a gentleman. Tristan was feeling uneasy, but this was the fate he had to accept.

This salon is not where he can cut his hair but he just wants to find the nearest salon in order to cut his hair immediately and after that he can enjoy time alone with Qania. Who would have thought it would be necessary to meet a guy like this. Hearing her voice alone made Tristan shudder. Not to mention the flutter and touch on the head and shoulders of Tristan that makes him want to run away from this place immediately.

Qania could only help but laugh seeing Tristan's pitiful look. He was very sure that this was not the place he belonged to.

“Mas handsome want hair what kind of model?” ask her with her distinctive voice.

Tristan turned to ask Qania. “Darling, how do you think the model is?”

Qania thought for a moment then he got the idea.

“Mbak, if you think you can not?” qania asked while showing a photo of Arkana on her phone.

“Oh of course beautiful lady,” he said excitedly then began to do his job while Tristan did not know what Qania showed to the man so-this incident.

Qania sat down to relax waiting for Tristan's business with her hair done. Though Tristan's hair is not so long but because of his intentions from the beginning then the only way he thinks is just this.

While waiting for Tristan, Qania thought about the address of the person given to her earlier. A package that is well packaged but contains only a piece of paper.

Did I take Tristan to find his address? Inner Qania.

Not felt while daydreaming precisely Tristan has finished. Qania was glued to see Tristan's look from the mirror reflection. It was as if he had seen Arkana. Arkanya in the last five years. It turns out that if cut like this, Tristan's face still looks younger than usual. The heartbeat of Qania is increasingly felt, is it possible? ....

“Darling how?” tanya Tristan broke the Qania daydream.

Qania smile, “Lumayan. You should shampoo first deh,” said Qania trying to find a way so that Tristan does not see him take a few strands of hair.

“Nevent gone. I cleaned up,” rejected Tristan. He no longer wanted to linger in this place.

“Ya. Ma'am please take him to the toilet,” said Qania even though he could see near them there is a sink that Tristan can also use.

The wooden man was happy to deliver Tristan but Tristan felt a little strange just that he did not bother. Quickly Qania took a few strands of Tristan's hair and put them in a small plastic bag.

All right, we'll prove it. Let's hope what kind of reality I expect, inner Qania.