Forever Love

The Teachings of Papa Dong

Qania smiled looking at Arqasa who was already fast asleep. After they finished eating and poured out all their hearts, Qania invited Arqasa to spend their time doing whatever Ar wanted. They go to the mall, try all the games and also they buy snacks in the food court and enjoy them together. No one thought they were a Mother and child couple, both of whom looked like sisters. Qania also bought a change of clothes for Ar so that his son did not use school uniforms while playing.

Gratitude Qania has a child as smart as Ar and also he realized that he still has one spirit of life and his goal of survival is Arqasa. His only child is with the man he loves most in his lifetime.

“Ar, sorry Mami if all this time can not be a good Mami for you, son. Sorry Mami who had forgotten if there was an angel Mami waiting at home for Mami to return soon, Mami,” said Qania while stroking Arqasa's soft cheek that was sleeping soundly while his hand was controlling the steering wheel of the car.

Qania sighed, she cursed herself to focus more on the case of others and fell asleep with Tristan and almost forgot her goal of returning soon.

“Alright Qania, tonight start composing the thesis so that you can immediately test the table and bear the title and go back to living in this city and take care of my son,” he said encouraging himself.

Qania turned the car and entered the house of Setya's father after Pak Anwar opened the gate. At the door Papa Setya was waiting for their return. He frowned as soon as he saw Qania get out of the car slowly and opened the next door.

Qania carried Arqasa's body that had not yet awakened and it made Papa Setya approach immediately.

“Let Papa aja Nak, pity you,” said Papa Setya.

“Nothing Pa. Qania can kok carrying Ar,” reject Qania smooth.

“Be careful riding on the stairs. Oh yeah, you guys ran out of nowhere until Ar fell asleep like that?” asked Papa Setya to walk up the stairs.

“Main in mall Pa same streets. Qania has not spent a long time with Ar. And it looks like Ar needs time to play with me, too, Pa. Poor him, I've stayed too long. Yes, although I often go home, but I never spend a long time with him. Even I wasn't there for him when he needed my help to answer his pr, hehehe. I'm a pretty bad mother, right Pa,” said Qania laughing.

Papa Setya opened the door and Qania went in with Setya.

“Mafin Dad. This is all also because of the wishes of Papa,” said Papa Setya lirih.

Qania put Arqasa on the bed and gave him a blanket.

“Neither Pa, I understand Papa's good intentions. That's why I'm going to try two weeks ahead and I'm going to do a table test. And I hope tonight Papa can help me,” said Qania then he sat on the sofa with Papa Setya.

“Of course. Papa would rather help you. Later that night we'll start writing your script. If you can, the day before your trial exam or the day after the trial can also be,” said Papa Setya.

Qania seemed to think, “How fast can it compose the thesis Pa?” ask Qania.

Papa Setya laughed. “You think it's a technical kid's thesis that takes a lot of time to test objects. Not the same kid, you must have learned a lot from your seniors. Moreover, you are in international class,” said Papa Setya who made Qania chuckle.

“Yes too yes Pa. Oh yes, I also have some references. I'm sure Papa also has a case or reference book that can help me,” said Qania.

“Let's search together. You just take a break, later after dinner we'll work on your script. Papa came out first,” said Papa Setya then left Qania's room.

Qania glanced at her watch which showed five o'clock past thirty minutes.

“I'd better take a shower. Ar later let me wipe his body if it's late at night. Hah, my handsome son is very tired apparently,” muttered Qania while standing up and then went into the bathroom.

 

. . .

 

“Tris, Papa and Om Handoko's problem is very fatal huh?” marsya asked while looking at Tristan. Then he turned to look at the window of his hospital room looking for a view that could cool the vision.

Tristan who was sitting on the sofa glanced at Marsya. “Behold I've all settled and there are indeed many investors who attract their investment not even a few who immediately cut off unilateral cooperation in some businesses there are shares owned by Mr. Handoko. But if it belongs to your Papa personally I have handled it and it is fine,” replied Tristan. To be honest he was confused why Mr. Alvindo even returned to Indonesia. He really wanted to ask this to Marsya but it was Marsya who asked first.

“If it's like that, why does Papa look so anxious, Tris? Even on the day you go, Papa is like a man who is carrying a heavy burden. I could see he was so frustrated. Sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night and Papa doesn't really fall asleep. I became anxious,” said Marsya who had harbored anxiety but he did not dare to ask this to his Papa.

Tristan jerks.

Is it that bad? But I know that all Om Alvin's businesses are stable except those that have anything to do with Mr. Handoko. What's the matter? Is there anything I don't know?

“What is the case of Om Handoko that is not finished? Or maybe the case of persecution involves Papa huh? Did Papa take part in molesting the lawyer's son?” marsya asked assuming, this is also what always haunts her mind.

“Sya what are you talking about anyway?!” sentak Tristani. “Do not put a bad prejudice on your Papa. Obviously when it happened your father was on his way here. I have also found out and indeed this is purely because of the actions of Mr. Handoko himself, there is no connection with Om Alvin,” continued Tristan defending Mr. Alvindo and also he immediately remembered Qania.

Mars6 breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness Papa wasn't involved. Honestly, I always think there Tris,” said Marsya lirih.

Tristan walked up to Marsya. “All will be fine. If there really is a big problem, it's probably their personal problem and I don't know about it. You doain is all right. And immediately recover so that we can go home and you do not keep thinking about this,” comfort Tristan, Tristan, he wanted to touch Marsya's shoulder like he always did when comforting the girl but his hand stopped in midair as Qania's face flashed through his mind.

“Hahh .. You're right Tris. I hope in two days I can go home soon. For control let it be in the hospital in our city. I really can't calm down,” Marsya said pulling her hair back. He asks Tristan to help him walk back to his bed.

“Aamiin. I'll find lunch first. What do you want to eat? I also want to pray first. What if I stay?” ask Tristan.

“Iya. Your food is the same. I also got food from the hospital,” Marsya replied.

I have to ask Qania. I'm sure he knows the problem. I'll call him later.

... . . ....

Qania came out of the bathroom wearing full clothes. She combed her hair and put on powder and left her face natural without any other cosmetic touch.

He smiled at Arqasa who was still sleeping while I looked at the Adhan. Wanting to wake up but Qania could not bear, his son fell asleep so soundly and it was a pleasure in itself for Qania.

Didn't my Arqas sleep this late? If it's true, I'm a terrible mother for not being able to put my son to sleep and have a good dream.

Qania went to perform Maghrib prayers. Execute it solemnly and offer prayers with many requests for him and the baby. Also included is the name Arkana Wijaya and his parents and in-laws. After his heart was relieved, he gave his prayers and took off his prayer equipment.

“Mi, why not build Ar?”

Qania looked back where her son was sitting leaning on the bed rubbing his eyes, his voice sounding raucous.

Qania, who had just finished folding her prayer tools, walked to the table to save it. He approached Arqasa and immediately kissed the top of his head before he sat down.

Arqasa smiled warmly.

“Mami see Ar very sound so no Mami wakein. Yuk Mami helps her sleep Ar,” replied Qania while rubbing Ar's hair.

Qania took Ar's hand to the bathroom. There was the sound of water gurgling and also the laughter of Qania who was mocking Ar while Ar's face was so tangled because it continued to be mocked by the Mami.

Papa Setya who entered the room to call the two for dinner smiled with teary eyes.

“I shouldn't be selfish with separating Mom and the kid. Ar really needs the affection of Qania and my granddaughter does only need her mother because she does not have a father figure. Arka, you're lucky to have a wife like Qania. Papa misses you, son,” shrewd Papa Setya while walking out of the room and he decides to wait at the dinner table alone.

After dinner, Qania accompanies Arqasa to study in the living room while Papa Setya is taking care of his work in his study. Without notice Zafran Sanjaya's family suddenly arrived. Mama Alisha hugged Qania because her daughter chose to stay at her in-laws' house and only the night of her arrival yesterday just to take Arqasa.

“Ma, Pa” greet Qania then one by one he kiss the back of his hand.

“Qania, why don't you stay with Mama first Nak?” mama Alisha asked while hugging Qania.

“Sorry Ma, Qania will stay at Mama's house. Qania only came home ten days. And Qania is here because Papa Setya will help Qania work on the thesis and hopefully it will be finished soon. If you have, Qania will stay at Mama's house waiting for the day of departure,” replied Qania hugged her Mama's body tightly.

“Emang want to encrypt?” ask Papa Zafran who has been sitting with Ar who is coloring the picture in his book.

“Iya Pa's. Mr. Dean said I may immediately thesis because of yesterday's incident,” replied Qania cover that there is a mission behind the incident.

“Thank God, let you go home quickly. Poor son here needs you too. Not to mention later you will replace your in-laws to take care of all his business. Hah, looks like Papa wants to pull you home and let your in-laws take care of everything.” Papa Zafran sighed heavily while thinking about how much business the iron was in and also its branches.

“No, no, no. He's my son-in-law and I won't let him come back to you. Even though my son is gone, there is Arqasa, my grandson, and also the son of Qania, who will inherit all of this. And before him, of course, his mom used to take care of him. All mine is theirs,” Papa Setya said as he walked down the stairs.

Papa Zafran grunts. “But all your efforts will torture Qania. Just let him have fun with Arqasa and enough of you and your confidants to run your business. Let my children and grandchildren enjoy it without the need to work,” said Papa Zafran did not want to lose.

“I have released him draining my property but my daughter-in-law is even reluctant to buy diamonds or luxury vehicles. Even the monthly ones are only used a quarter every month,” said Papa Setya then glanced at Qania who only chuckled.

“Yeah Qania, you should use it, use it if necessary. Your in-laws' money will not run out even every hour continues to grow,” said Mama Alisha.

“I was also surprised, I don't know who used to doctrine my brain to be wiser in managing finances and not waste money on unnecessary things,” said Qania then glanced at the Papa.

Papa Zafran cleared his throat then he stood up and embraced Qania.

“Papa's Day Dong. Papa is grateful that Qania grew up to be a simple woman despite living in luxury,” Papa Zafran said proudly.

“True. She is also proud of Qania. You and Syaquile to this day still apply our teachings and upbringing. Mas Setya knew, Qania and Syaquile did not even ask for monthly money and their school allowance would be rationed the morning before leaving for school. Later when there is an urgent need they will ask,” said Mama Alisha with a smile full of pride.

“Means that I was lucky because Qania finally became my son,” said Papa Setya who made Papa Zafran and Mama Alisha turn their eyes to feel careless.

Papa Setya laughed, then they continued their chat discussing the case of Qania whose perpetrators had received temporary punishment for the next case they kept their mouths shut because Qania did not want Mama and Papa to think about all the problems.

Until almost ten o'clock in the night they just say goodbye home. Arqasa had been asleep since nine o'clock. After driving her parents out, Qania and Papa Setya came in.

“Papa see you are very tired. What if you just sleep now. Tomorrow come with Papa to the office and we'll do it there. There are no scheduled meetings tomorrow either. After driving Ar to school we will go to the office to start composing the thesis,” said Papa Setya who could not bear to see Qania had to stay up late.

“Hmm, Papa knows that Qania is exhausted,” is tired Qania.

Papa Setya just smiled then he and Qania separated because the Qania and Ar rooms were on the right while Papa Setya room was on the left end.