Forever Love

Like Looking at Arka

Ten o'clock in the night Tristan just drove Qania home. Qania asked directly to be delivered to Mr. Erlangga's house. Just get in front of that tall gate. Tristan asked Qania without giving an answer. Tristan finally breaks down and Qania enters the house.

“Qania, where have you been?” asked Mr. Erlangga who was waiting for him in the living room.

“Pak, do you know Mr Nizar?” Qania who had just sat down directly asked.

“Nizar?”

“Ya, one of Pak Angga's confidants. I went to his family and gave me a document of evidence of what happened a few years ago. At first I thought it was a trap but when I got there I actually got the latest facts,” said Qania then pulled out the document and flash disk from inside her bag.

Mr. Erlangga also opened the document and was immediately surprised to see that this was what caused his sister's life to be a bet.

“Pak no flash disk and hopefully you are not surprised to see the contents,” said Qania.

Mr. Erlangga immediately took his laptop in his study close to the living room and he plugged the flash.

The first video shows where Mr. Handoko and Mr. Alvindo came to Pak Angga's office by threatening and they also brought people who came to beat Mr. Angga. The video made Mr. Erlangga clench both hands.

The next video is a car CCTV video. Qania and Mr. Erlangga saw how the person known as Mr. Handoko's first assistant thrust a knife into Pak Angga's stomach and opened the car and threw it on the bridge.

Mr. Erlangga squeezed his chest, and Qania quickly ran to the kitchen to secure the water.

“Biadab. It is barbaric,” said furious Mr. Erlangga after he vertical water and normalize his feelings again.

“For so long, why did this evidence just appear?” ask Mr. Erlangga.

Qania also told her about what Jayadi told her.

“Pak Nizar has long kept the first video on his father, Mr. Jayadi. As for the second video, I visited Mr. Nizar in prison.”

 

Flashback ....

 

Qania and Tristan decide to eat at a food stall. When they finished eating, Tristan got a call and said that there was something important that must involve him so inevitably he and Qania must separate first. Fortunately, they were already in town and Qania asked Tristan to take him to a contract.

“I've only been two hours. I'll be back,” said Tristan then he ruffled Qania's hair before he left again.

As soon as Tristan left, Qania rushed to order an online motorcycle taxi and with the info she had received from Jayadi, she headed to the police station.

The next big clock was ten minutes and finally Qania was able to meet with Mr. Nizar.

Qania introduced herself and told her what made her come to this place.

“True. And thank you,” said Mr. Nizar.

“Can you tell me the events you know? Please, there is a father who is missing his son and there is a child who is so looking forward to his father's return,” said Qania.

Mr. Nizar was silent, he tried to hold back his tears. For five years he never again saw the smile of his child.

“That time Jorgi and I were collecting all the documents. We got word from the office that Mr. Angga went to a city because there were reports that one of the officials there did KKN and harmed the country. Jorgi and I were not calm so we decided that I would go after him secretly while Jorgi would take care of it.

“I have guessed that Pak Angga was fooled and framed. I could do nothing but remain silent hiding behind the darkness and seeing how sadistically they killed Pak Angga that night. I was confused what to do. If I directly throw myself to save Pak Angga they will certainly be suspicious. So I decided to stay quiet. And apparently they made the car as if it had been in an accident and hit a roadblock. They left and after safe circumstances I immediately took CCTV footage of the car and tried to find the whereabouts of Mr. Angga but nil because at night I could not go down to the river.

“Their presence there was also smelled by them so I turned my brain and chose to send the car CCTV to my Father's address before they finally caught me at ten in the morning as I prepared to search Angga Sir. And it goes on like my Dad told you. I was threatened and my wife was harassed before my eyes and killed sadistically. For the sake of my father and son Aarav, I gave myself up and followed their wishes. Before that I asked my father and son to go take refuge in a remote place but I was still able to reach because I was worried that they would break their promise.

“I also advised that one day if anyone succeeds in subverting Mr. Handoko then give the rest of the documents to him. And finally that day came. Help us Qania, I only hope for you.”

Pak Nizar's story is long. From here Qania was able to collect all the puzzle pieces he needed.

“Sir, I cannot promise because I am not God who can decide everything. But I will try my best because I really want to solve this case. A piece of my life story depends on the truth of this case, sir,” said Qania then she smiled a little.

“You mean?”

“If this case is solved then the mystery of my life and my husband can be solved Sir. I really hope this case can win and I hope we can get the results we expect,” said Qania.

“Aamiin yes Allah,” said Mr. Nizar.

“Oh yes Sir, where is the first assistant of Pak Handoko? Because the one with him now is said to be a new assistant,” asked Qania.

Mr. Nizar was grieving, “They were like non-humans, Qania. Sudirman's assistants were also killed because they did not want to leave people who saw their crimes. But they play beautiful because until now no one knows that the death of Sudirman's assistant was intentional. You can get the answer in the documents belonging to Jorgi who was in Pak Angga and seized by Mr. Handoko,” replied Mr. Nizar.

Qania held her breath hearing the story. Is that sadistic?

“Alhamdulillah all the documents are already in me Sir,” said Qania.

“Sgratitude.”

“Jam made up Miss,” said the warden approached Qania and Pak Nizar.

“Good Sir, thank you. And Mr. Nizar, thank you very much. I say goodbye,” said Qania.

“Sama-sama,” Reply Mr. Nizar.

 

Flashback off ....

 

“You've come all this way Qania. Aren't you afraid of being attacked back by them?” ask Mr. Erlangga worriedly.

“I'm actually afraid sir, it's just that I have to learn from now because later this is the profession that I will live,” replied Qania steadily make Mr. Erlangga smile.

“True. But the size of beginners and even have not passed it is a big case and quite heavy. Have you discussed this with Setya?”

“Not yet Sir. The plan is to wait for Papa to come here,” replied Qania.

“Do not. You'd better send him this document by email. It would be too much time to wait for your father to come. It's better tonight or tomorrow morning. He also had to study this case first before going to court,” said Mr. Erlangga.

“Ah yes, true too. Sometimes I feel Papa is so great that there is no need to study, hehe.” Qania chuckled in memory of his father-in-law who was a great man after the Papa and also his Arkana.

“You're this. Yes, take all these documents and send them to your Papa. And do not forget to rest,” said Mr. Erlangga while submitting documents and flash disks to Qania.

Qania also said goodbye to enter the room while Mr. Erlangga was still silent staring blankly ahead. The remembrance of what the departure of the brother to face the Creator made him silent.

Qania had just finished cleaning up and changed clothes. He intended to contact Papa Setya but once he saw the clock on his phone was almost eleven o'clock and that means it was almost twelve o'clock there.

Qania hesitantly tried to call but only the first connected tone was immediately answered.

“Assalamu’alaikum Nak, what is it? Something happened to you?”

“Papa just woke up. It was sleeping and thirsty so all come down to drink water.”

“Pa, actually anyone wants Qania bullain. There is a case that became the actual mission why Qania was assigned to intern there by Mr. Erlangga ..”.

Qania also told the case of Pak Angga with all their assistants and families. Papa Setya who heard it so furious and promised tomorrow will come early in order to develop a strategy to uphold justice.

“You just send Papa all the documents and proofs. Send to email Papa ya.”

“Good Pa.”

“Yes now Papa's son is sleeping. Don't mind much.”

“Iya Pa's. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

After calling Papa Setya, Qania immediately sent in the form of a file to the email address of the in-laws then he rushed to sleep.

Unlike Papa Setya, he began to study his documents. For almost two hours he finally grinned.

“This really will be very burdensome for you Handoko,” said Papa Setya then grabbed his phone.

“Hallo, is there a morning flight to Y city?”

“There's a master, six.”

“Message me a ticket for one person.”

“Good sir.”

The phone ends. Papa Setya started to prepare his equipment.

“I should have bought a private plane. Ribet will have to wait for flight schedule.”

 

. . .

 

“Qania where are you going?” asked Mr. Erlangga when he saw Qania going out of the house.

“Oh this Sir, pick up Papa at the airport,” Qania replied.

“We go together,” said Mr. Erlangga's wife.

“OK,” reply Qania with pleasure.

After picking up Papa Setya, Qania accompanied him to go pick up Jayadi. Papa Setya intends to open all old cases including Mr. Erlangga who is asked to open the case of the disappearance of his brother. Papa Setya and Qania visited Pak Nizar and the same information he gave to Papa Setya.

All day long, Qania ignored Tristan and was busy with her case. Tomorrow is the first trial and he wants everything to go well.

At three o'clock in the afternoon they arrived at the police station where Mr. Handoko was. Seen there is a lawyer and assistant Revan is talking to Mr. Handoko. A hateful look was cast by Mr. Handoko on Qania but Qania only replied with a flat face.

Assistant Revan, it's unfortunate that you're working with that heartless man, Inner Qania.

“Yesterday I have called Mr. Alvindo and he will be until later tonight,” said assistant Revan.

“Good. If I lose I don't want to lose alone. And you are a lawyer, whatever it is try to win us,” said Mr. Handoko full of emphasis.

“Pasti Pak.”

While Tristan was at his house feeling frustrated as Qania continued to ignore him.

“How is this? I have to leave tonight but Qania doesn't tell me. He will be angry and accuse me of being a non-no. Did I send a message. I hope he understands and is not angry. If not reciprocated I will go to the house last night,” said Tristan while putting his clothes in the suitcase.

After taking care of everything, Papa Setya and Qania returned to Mr. Erlangga's house. Papa Setya opened the windshield because he saw something that made him flutter.

“Papa why?” ask Qania.

“Entahlah. Maybe because Papa is tired to the point that Papa was like seeing Arka earlier on his favorite motorbike,” replied Papa Setya then smiled wryly.

Another with Papa Setya, Qania immediately rushed to find the figure and he could see near the tree Tristan was standing next to his motorbike while keeping an eye on Mr. Erlangga's house. Qania also tried to normalize his expression.

“Papa may be too tired and may miss him too much,” said Qania as soon as the car entered the home page of Mr. Erlangga.

“Ya.”

They got out of the car and went straight into the house. At exactly five in the afternoon they arrived, Qania rushed in and opened her phone and there were many messages and calls from Tristan.

I'll accompany you to the airport. I'll come to your house but I'll be ready for about twenty minutes.

Reply to Qania's message that made Tristan smile.

I'm waiting at the end of the compound. We're going together. I'll book a taxi online for you.

Reply Tristan.

Yep.

Tristan smiled then booked a taxi online for Qania.

Qania, who had finished preparing to go down, met Papa Setya who was talking with Mr. Erlangga and his wife. There is also Pak Agus and Ibu Maharani.

“Where else are you Nak?” ask Papa Setya.

“There was an appointment to meet Lala Pa,” replied Qania lying.

“Be careful yes,” says Papa Setya.

“Iya Pa's. Everyone, Qania said yes.”

After getting out and finding a taxi Tristan order coming, Qania rushed up. At the end of the compound the driver stopped just as Tristan had pointed at him earlier that Qania would continue with him.

Qania got out of the taxi and got on the bike with Tristan. The taxi driver nodded with a smile.

“Young people today yes, hide away if you want to meet. But quite also, nganterin as close as this payment is this much,” said the taxi driver then immediately left the housing complex that is quite elite.