Forever Love

Are We That Close?

Qania activated her phone and found so many messages from Tristan as well as missed calls. Qania has no intention of retaliating. Now ten o'clock in place and that means in place tristan is still afternoon. Qania went into the bathroom to wash her face and changed into sleeping clothes. When he came back, he saw his phone was getting a video call from Tristan.

Qania still hesitated to answer because he was testing his heart and intended to give all his time and affection to Arqasa alone. Now it is no longer his feelings that are the top priority but Arqasa is the owner of all that.

Qania tried to ignore her but her phone kept showing video calls from Tristan. Wanting to get angry and turn off the phone but he thought Tristan would definitely be suspicious and could have been the man was determined to come.

“Hmm,” said Qania as soon as she saw Tristan's smiling face.

“Oath?! Is it like a good word to say hello to someone,” said Tristan meredek but also normalize his feelings which again made erratic because deheman Qania and flat face it.

“If there is nothing important I close the call first,” said Qania.

“Eh don't dong,” prevent Tristan. “How are you? Where the hell have you been? Since this afternoon you ignored me,” asked Tristan with a slight whimper.

“I'm busy. Aren't you also busy looking after your fiancee? Why dare to contact me?”

Tristan.

“Qania please don't say that. Let me remind you that the one who told me to make the fiancee was you!” said annoyed Tristan.

“Yes. Then is anything important? At my place it was ten at night and I had to sleep,” said Qania lazily.

Eh? Shouldn't it be nine o'clock? Inner Tristan asked.

“First of all permission I made reveal my longing that is so bes—“

“Nevent the pleasantries, go straight to the core only,” cut Qania.

Tristan was silent for a moment, he thought hard what he did wrong so that the arrogant woman tonight was unfriendly to him.

“Oh okay. I just want to ask, is Om Alvin involved in the same imyang case with Mr. Handoko? Do you know something I don't?” tristan asked, hoping that Qania would answer his question.

Qania raised next to her eyebrows.

“Om Alvin's moves are suspicious and I'm sure there's something he's hiding and I'm even more sure that you know something,” Tristan continued.

“Why?” ask Qania.

“Because me and Marsya suspect kal—“

“Why ask me? Are we that close so I have to answer your question?” said Qania with flat but emphasis.

Tristan. He could not believe that Qania had said that to him.

“Qania, you?”

“You are the opposite party that I shouldn't tell you anything,” continued Qania still with her flat expression.

“Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly on your side. I was wrong to ask what had nothing to do with you. Your only problem is with Mr. Handoko. If you do not want to tell it is not a problem,” said Tristan who felt that Qania misunderstood him.

“Alright if you want to know. Yes, I reported your future in-laws. I've made him not calm even to breathe. All the evidence of his crime with Mr. Handoko is in my hands and yesterday's hearing Mr. Handoko has received his sentence, just waiting for his best friend.”

“A-what does that mean? You've been on trial?” ask Tristan.

“Ya. That's none of your business either. Now I'm sleepy and want to sleep. If I keep talking to you, my son will wake up. Good night,” said Qania then instantly turned off their video call.

Qania kept her phone on the nightstand and then lay down with Arqasa who was now adventuring in the dreamland. He tried to normalize his feelings.

Just like this Qania. Don't get too close and don't get too far away from her. Just be mediocre until the DNA test results come out. If he is Arkana then I will come near him. Now just focus on Ar and the preparation of the thesis.

Tristan stared in disbelief at his phone which now features a wallpaper of Qania's beautiful face. He was still silent with Qania's speech and behavior.

“What's wrong?” mumbled wailing.

“Tadi Qania mentions children? Does that mean he's in his house and not in his contract? The hearing. The trial is already underway and he didn't tell me at all? Did I mean nothing to him? Is it just because of this face that he makes me so easy to float and also so easy to throw me? The more I don't understand him. He's so hard to just understand.”

Tristan pondered, thinking about what was wrong with him or what Qania really only needed when she missed his face. Long he was silent until his phone rang displaying a call from Marsya.

“Tris where are you?”

“I was at the hotel, there was a little work. You need anything?”

“No. I'm just lonely. Come immediately.”

“Good.”

Before entering Marsya's ward, Tristan several times sighed and normalized his facial expression.

“Tris, finally you came too. I'm lonely,” said Marsya a little spoiled and Tristan just smiled very thinly at him.

 

. . .

 

After driving Arqasa to school, Qania drove to Papa Setya's office and arrived there as usual he was greeted with a friendly welcome. Qania immediately headed to Papa Setya's room and found that on the table by the sofa there were many books that Papa Setya had prepared for him after he told the title of his script yesterday.

“You read first, Papa stay a while because there is an affair below. Just ten minutes, okay,” said Papa Setya and Qania just nodded and smiled happily staring at the books that he was sure would help him a little.

Qania immediately mingled with the books. He opened his laptop and looked at the table of contents of the books. There are three books that he took because in the list of contents there is material that he needs. So serious he was not aware of the arrival of Papa Setya.

Qania chuckled as Papa Setya rebuked her too seriously to ignore her. They also began to read and match the limitations of the problem in the Qania thesis. Papa Setya helped the most and Qania only accepted the explanation.

One advantage for Qania was that he had in-laws who knew the law. He does not need to bother looking for sources. He has been presented in plain sight and will not feel his name tired waiting for an opportunity to interview or wait for his questionnaire to get a response.

“Assalamu’alaikum Mi, Grandpa,” said Arqasa who suddenly appeared.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Who's the same Ar who came, son? Sorry Mami forgot to pick up Ar,” said Qania then spread her arms and Arqasa immediately ran into her Mammys arms.

“So Papa asked Pak Anwar to pick up Ar,” replied Papa Setya representing.

“Oh. Ar has eaten? We go eat or order food?” ask Qania again.

“Papa also ordered. Now you help Ar change clothes. Your son must be tired from school. This is enough first, later after the new lunch in further again,” said Papa Setya.

Qania nodded and invited Arqasa into Papa Setya's private room. When Qania and Arqasa came out, they saw that there was already a lot of food on the table.

“Wah grandfather, I really really like this food,” said Arqasa happy.

“Kakek was deliberately this message for the grandson of a handsome grandfather,” said Papa Setya.

“Love,” said Ar then hugged his grandfather.

“Sama-sama unfortunately Grandpa.”

The three sat down to eat while telling stories. More precisely listening to Ar tell stories freely share his feelings and experiences today at school.

“Pa, it's not lunchtime yet but the food is up,” said Qania after seeing their food.

“Let's order again,” Papa Setya replied lightly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” said Qania thumped while Papa Setya and Arqasa laughed.

Qania no longer continued to work on his script because he had promised not to interfere in other matters if he was with Arqasa. Papa Setya also paid off because there was a meeting that he finally agreed because Qania had not continued the script.

Qania and Arqasa play around Papa Setya's office building. They greeted the employees, visited almost all the rooms and ended up in the cafeteria with lots of snacks on their desks.

Almost two hours Qania accompanied Arqasa around, finally the boy was exhausted and chose to sleep in his grandfather's private room. Almost an hour Papa Setya had just arrived and they continued to work on the Qania thesis casually.

Five o'clock in the afternoon, they were out of the office. Qania smiled because now the script is live he type the age of the rules and maybe two days later he will send the file to Mr. Erlangga and Pak Agus for assistance to the two lecturers.

One thing that made Qania able to calmly work on her script, she blocked Tristan's phone number. Consciously unconscious, his actions made a handsome and well-established man in a different country not stop grumbling and also feel frustrated by it.

“Qania, if you are angry just say. I don't have to block it either. You don't know what it's like to miss someone you can't touch. Let alone touch, Lo can not look at him because it is blocked by a very long distance,” complained Tristan in his hotel room.

He was silent for a moment.

“Oh I was wrong, he even knows best what it feels like to miss a figure who even though he tried his hardest he will never be able to meet again except through dreams,” softly.

Tristan dropped his body on the bed, he was really feeling sad. Without feeling the clear circle dropped from both corners of his eyes. I don't know what, he doesn't know, but his heart aches when he can't hear Qania's voice.

“Why? Why am I mellow because of that woman? Why am I like gini?” his sobs.

In a different place, Qania who was enjoying her dinner suddenly choked because she felt something tight on her chest but I don't know what. He hurriedly drank his water. Her tears were dripping from the choking earlier.

Tristanis?