Forever Love

Visiting Mr. Jayadi

Qania tried to act normal as soon as she saw Tristan coming out of the bathroom. Of course at this moment he was so fluttering looking at Arkana. Yeah, Tristan looked like Arkana five years ago. But Qania had to cover her smile because she still wanted to head to a place.

“Enjoyed not,” said Tristan sulked when he saw Qania who stared at him normally.

Who says Tristan, who says I'm not fascinated. The sky and the rest of the earth knew that I was enchanted. I just don't want to show it to you.

“Regular aja. Just yes, it looks pretty young a few years from your age,” said Qania then Tristan rushed to see his face in the mirror.

Uh, right too. If my hair is like this, it feels like it has not been a head of three years.

“Udah do not need to daydream. Let's go, I still have a place I want to go. Take me home,” said Qania then say goodbye to the owner of the salon and walk first leave Tristan.

“Mas handsome still want to be here with me?” the gemulai man's seductive.

Tristan regained his senses as his hands were held, as if he had just touched something so terrible that the feathers stood on its back.

“What the hell. Do not hold-hold,” said Tristan a little snapped then he rushed to leave the salon and found Qania was standing next to his motorbike.

“Naik,” said Tristan and without telling Qania straight up.

Tristan felt Qania sitting on him and glanced from the rearview mirror like Qania was having something on her mind. Tristan deliberately braked suddenly so that the surprised Qania immediately embraced Tristan. Immediately Tristan held Qania's hands with one of his.

I can't count how many times I have to feel deja vu because you're Tristan. Maybe I should get used to it. If you were Arkana right and only lost your memory, but why is there not even a speck of memory of me? Even though we have been together for a long time, at least if you lose your memory, you feel you recognize me and when you meet me you may experience something similar to me and at least a little implied by our memories. But why isn't this? You know, this is getting me into a dilemma and doubt that you're Arkanaku.

Tristan parked his vehicle in front of Qania and Qania who had cut off his daydreams and went down without a sound. He felt weak because Tristan never showed himself as an Arkana Vijaya.

Tristan unlocked his helmet and caught up with Qania who was already sitting on the porch seat.

“Darling, why just shut up hem? I noticed since you got out of the salon you were more silent,” asked Tristan as soon as they sat on the terrace.

“I'm just a little tired. You know I just got out of the hospital,” to Qania.

Tristan was instantly anxious, “Honey told me which one was sick. Which makes you feel uncomfortable? Let's go to the hospital now.”

Yes, Tristan was immediately on standby considering yesterday Qania passed everything without him. He did not want anything to happen to Qania especially when he was on Qania's side.

“What the hell. I'm just saying I'm tired. Doesn't hurt!” said Qania who noticed the look of panic on Tristan's face.

Tristan breathed a sigh of relief. “You eat or drink something?” ask Tristan.

Qania shakes. Not that he wanted to refuse, only that at this time he was fondling whether the decision was right to invite Tristan to the address he had gotten through the package.

Qania let out a long sigh several times before he started talking to Tristan.

“Tristan, whose side are you in?” qania asked which made Tristan turn his head with a questioning look.

“I know you and Mr. Handoko and Mr. Alvindo have a close relationship, right? So I asked, whose side are you in?” qania explained.

“Sayang ..” Tristan clasped Qania's hand before continuing. “They are indeed my business partners and you could say they are the ones behind my success. I was between the two, finishing their business and also I could be said to be the assistant of the two. But if it's about you, I'm ready to go against both. I swear I'll stand up to defend you. No matter losing everything,” Tristan said earnestly while staring fixedly at Qania's eyes.

Qania smiled in oblique fashion. “Are men that easy to say and swear?”

Tristan speechless. “But I said solemnly. I'm ready to lose anything but you,” Tristan said again.

Qania chuckles. “Do not overdo it. Not necessarily I chose you.”

“Will I force.”

Qania rolled her eyes puffed.

“What's up?” ask Tristan. “Does Om Alvin bother you too?”

“No. I only ask because from what I know the two have cooperation in almost all businesses,” replied Qania.

“True. Then?”

“Lantas why I am still heartbroken, when I know you are bound by promise.”

Tristan laughs, “I asked reply with a song.”

Qania smiled slightly, then she took out the paper containing the address from inside her bag.

“You know this address?” tanya Qania then gave the paper to Tristan.

Tristan frowned, “Alamat gosp quite far. If we go there it will take three to four hours from here. I've been to this place. There could be said to be a remote village. Where did you get this address?”

“Someone sent it and I don't know who. But my hunch says there are things related to me in this place,” replied Qania.

Does this have anything to do with the case of Mr Alvindo and Mr Handoko? Or is there my Arkan?

“You sure?” ask Tristan to make sure.

“You want to take me there?” ask Qania.

“Sure. But not tonight. You rest first. Tomorrow morning we go there,” said Tristan.

“But what if this is so important?” rebuttal Qania.

“Nothing is more important than your health, safety, comfort and safety Qania. And I don't want to be disputed for now!” tristan toilet.

Qania grunts, “Don's girlfriend, husband is not, uh snitch-natured,” grumbled Qania in a soft voice but still can be heard by Tristan.

“I can still hear you.”

“Stupid highly. I'm gonna take a break. You just go home,” said Qania then stood up to enter the contract.

“Appa?! It is true Qan. I think we'll go for a walk and spend the night together,” protests Tristan.

“I don't talk like that,” said Qania then entered and closed the door letting Tristan look stupid staring at the door that was closed.

“Sial! So apes. Must be patient again,” Tristan said while scratching the back of his head that does not itch.

Qania smiled from behind the door. He just wants Tristan not to know that he lives in the house of Mr. Erlangga. As soon as he saw Tristan leaving the window, Qania opened the door.

“Tristan, suddenly I'm hungry. Want to drive to find food?” qania asked who was standing at the door.

Tristan turned around and immediately rushed to pull Qania's hand and took her to the motor. He gently put a helmet on Qania's head.

“Don't look for food, to the moon I anterin if there is a way,” said Tristan who made Qania powerless to hold his smile.

 

. . .

 

Early in the morning, Qania woke up and had breakfast with Mr. Erlangga's family. He had asked permission to go out all day because of business. The trial filed on the case with Mr. Handoko will be held in two days. Papa Setya is coming tomorrow. And Qania still has time to rest and look for things that might help her.

Qania said goodbye to Mr. Erlangga's wife while Mr. Erlangga had already left for campus.

“Bu, I say yes first. All times there is a schedule for control in the hospital,” said Qania on the doorstep.

“You have a car or a motor? Or taken with Mr. Ujang,” said Mr. Erlangga's wife.

“Udah order taxi online Bu, thanks,” replied Qania.

“Yes, be careful. There's nothing direct phone.”

“Good Bu.”

Qania also came out of the yard where there was a taxi he ordered waiting.

Arriving at the hospital, Qania was immediately directed by a nurse to the chek up room. Pedro's doctor checked his condition and then asked him to sit back in his chair.

“Miss Qania's condition has been very good. It's just still got to control three days or a week from now huh. Don't be too tired and have too many thoughts. I have also prescribed the drug and will stay at the cane at the front pharmacy. Are there any other complaints?”

“No the hell Doc. Thanks yeah. Emm, I can't ask you anything that's out of my condition Doc?” tanya Qania hesitated.

“Bby, while I can answer it.”

“Dok, I want to do a DNA test by taking the hair as a sample. What is the procedure Doc?” ask Qania.

Doctor Pedro smiled, “You go to the administration section. They will direct you to the part you are going to. You can use hair. And it is likely that the results will come out within two to three weeks. Who wants a DNA test, Qania?”

“A Dok.”

“Why?”

“There is someone very similar to my colleague. It's very similar Doc. I met the man until I fainted. But my colleague died five years ago. Then I told him that I met the same person but he did not remember or recognize me and the others. Then his family decided to do a forensic test on the bones of the body that my colleague suspected. And the result turned out to be someone else's. So we want to do a DNA test and so as not to offend this person, then we just take his hair,” said Qania, he did not want to tell who exactly he wanted to test because he was afraid of the term ‘The wall also has eyes and ears’ so he does not believe anyone who does not know his life story.

Pedro took a breath and then exhaled slowly.

“I think maybe your decision doesn't hurt to try. There are no coincidences in this world. Everything is arranged by the creator. It may be true that he is the one you are looking for. Although it is said that everyone has seven twins in this world. But believe me, there is no coincidence in the eyes of the Creator,” said Pedro doctor assured Qania.

“Thank you Doc. After this I will do a DNA test. Excuse me Doc, all of you want some medicine. Once again thank you Doc,” said Qania so very excited.

“Yes, good luck Qania.”

Qania smiled then she rushed towards the pharmacy. After that he went to the administration and informed him of his intention to do a DNA test. One of the nurses led her to fill out some forms as a formality and took her to a hospital laboratory.

Eleven o'clock Qania just finished his business in the hospital. With a million wishes he stepped out of the hospital and headed straight to the cafeteria because he was very hungry after the move and also his heart was so much hope.

While waiting for his order, Qania called Tristan.

“Honey, I just wanted to call you.”

“Neither need to be more. I just wanted a greeting but you've been talking. Yes, you are busy?” said Qania with a sharp tone.

“Nothing keeps me busy other than thinking about you.”

“Sial! I want to go to that address. You want to drop off?” qania asked trying to contain her frustration.

“Of course. You where? I'm picking up now.”

“At the hospital.”

“What pain do you have? Why not ngabarin?”

“I just checked up. I'm waiting for ya. I'm in the canteen.”

“Yes. Next time tell me let me anterin. I'm there now.”

 

. . .

 

After a long journey, Tristan and Qania finally arrived in front of a simple one-story house with a beautiful courtyard. After asking the surrounding residents, they also knew that it was Mr. Jayadi's house.

“You sure baby?” tristan asked a little worriedly.

“If not try we won't know,” Qania replied.

Tristan could only give up.

Not yet Qania and Tristan entered the courtyard, the door of Jayadi's house opened and a boy who looked quite handsome came out from there.

“With Mbak Qania Salsabila?” asking the boy made Tristan and Qania look at each other.

“Ya myself,” replied Qania.

“Mari Mbak, my grandfather is waiting. But he just wants to talk to his mom. So the food just wait outside. Calm down, it will not be anything,” said the boy.

Qania looked at Tristan then he nodded and clasped Tristan's hand trying to convince the man that he would be fine. Tristan finally resigned and let Qania enter with the boy.

The door was closed after Qania and the boy entered. In the living room was a man about sixty years old sitting while watching television.

“Qania has arrived. Welcome to our humble home. Please sit down,” said Mr. Jayadi.

Qania nodded and without hesitation sat down.

“Make Qania drink.”

The boy went straight into the kitchen.

“Qania, you must be wondering why you came to this place. Long story short, I have heard the news that you managed to put Handoko into prison,” said Mr. Jayadi.

Qania jerks. “Father knows him?” ask Qania.

“Very familiar. Every time I just keep getting to know him. He knew him as the destroyer of the boy's life. My thirteen-year-old grandson had to be willing to lose his mother and also had to wait for his father when he was released from prison,”, said Mr. Jayadi. His face implied bitterness.

“Meanour?”

“So, my son is one of the two confidants of Mr. Angga who I'm sure you already know who Mr. Angga is. He has a wife who works as one of the important staff in the company of Mr. Alvindo. Long story short my son-in-law found documents where Mr. Alvindo and Mr. Handoko committed fraud on state projects and money laundering and I believe if my allegations are not wrong, I believe, that document is already in your hands, isn't it?”

Qania straight away widened his eyes to make Mr. Jayadi smile.

“Which is with you is still incomplete. Take this document and there is also a file in the flash disk that I have long saved. In it there is evidence of their threat to Pak Angga and also evidence of what they harmed Pak Angga. There is CCTV footage of the last time the car was boarded by Mr. Angga.

“My son was threatened. At first he refused to be obedient to keep his mouth shut, but they brutally raped and killed my son-in-law in our house in the city and then they threatened my granddaughter's life. So my son chose to go to prison on the charge that he was the one who was laundering money together with his wife even though he did not work there but used the position of his wife there,” stories Mr. Jayadi with tears.

Qania, who listened to the story, had a heart so bitter. He promised in his heart to help the family of Mr. Jayadi. Without Qania guessing, Jayadi knelt at his feet so Qania immediately helped him up.

“Pak please don't do this. This is inappropriate,” pinta Qania not feeling good.

“I'm just begging you Son. Please help us and help my grandchild. I am old and do not know when I might leave it alone. If you succeed then my son will be released from prison and my grandson can gather again with his Father,” please Mr. Jayadi with tears.

His grandson who was carrying a glass of warm tea also cried because he remembered his parents.

“I will do my best sir. Praying me. I can't promise, but I will work on it. Hopefully Papa I can help us,” said Qania while helping Mr. Jayadi again sit next to him.

“Aarav, come here Son,” call Mr. Jayadi.

Aarav wiped his tears and put on his smile.

“Please Mbak drink tea, mumpung still warm,” said Aarav.

Qania immediately drank it and then they talked a little about the son of Jayadi who was in prison before Qania finally came home because he was not good with Tristan who had almost an hour waiting outside.

Mr. Jayadi and Aarav drove Qania out and Tristan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after seeing Qania out.

They say goodbye to Jayadi and Aarav before Tristan takes Qania away on his bike.

“After this you are punished not to go anywhere unless I invite. And one more thing, tonight I want to spend time measuring the road with you. Can't refuse let alone argue,” said Tristan and Qania just nodded from behind.

Qania hugged Tristan and rested her head on Tristan's back.

If you weren't Arkana, I would still choose you as a Tristan.