Forever Love

Resonance

Tristan ran as soon as he got the call that Marsya had fainted in his nursery. Thought he was in a fog, already three days Qania blocked his contact and Marsya who should have been able to go home now just suddenly fainted.

“Yes God, what's up here,” muttered as he opened Marsya's outpatient room door.

Tristan approaches, and there's a doctor and a nurse examining Marsya. Once the examination was completed, Tristan asked the doctor who came from Indonesia.

“What happened to him Doc?” ask Tristan.

“Stress. He's under stress. Don't you know what caused it?” The doctor asked back. “Tomorrow he should have been able to go home. But his body is now apprehensive. Is there a big problem that makes it like this?” continued.

Tristan was silent in his heart he cursed Marsya who returned to drop.

The stress one should be me!

“See Doc, he hasn't told her yet. Earlier this afternoon he said he wanted to go home soon and I went to the hotel to pack up but suddenly got a call if he fainted,” explained Tristan.

The doctor nodded. “Don't burden his mind, if tomorrow his condition is fine then the day after tomorrow he can return to your country,” said the doctor then he paid with his sister.

Tristan rubbed his face rough, had not finished his problems with Qania and now Marsya also made new problems by delaying their return. Tristan did not know what to say, he could only stare blankly at Marsya who was lying weakly unconscious.

Tristan caught his breath and sat on the bench next to Marsya's bed. He held his hand and began to ask slowly.

“Sya, what is this?” lirih Tristan's.

The delicate hand moved, making Tristan glance at the hand and then look at Marsya's face, where her eyes began to move slowly and finally opened perfectly.

“Sya?” call Tristan slowly.

Marsya looked towards the origin of the sound. After his eyes caught Tristan, he sobbed.

“Tris, is it true that I saw? Is it true that behind me you are still in a relationship with Qania?” marsya asked with a sob and tears escaped from both corners of her eyes.

Tristan. Could this be the cause of Marsya's drop? Has anyone seen him walk with Qania and then report to Marsya?

“Jawab only Tris,” Added.

Tristan took a breath and exhaled slowly.

“Tell me anything you know so I can answer everything you want to ask,” Tristan said trying to relax.

Marsya tried to ease her cries but instead she was getting sobbing. Her tears were quite representative of all the words she wanted to say.

“Speak, everything will be clearer if you speak,” Tristan said still maintaining his gentleness.

“Ak-I get a photo post. Many photos where you walk with Qania. Photos of a few days when you came home and I'm still here. Many of my friends saw and questioned me. I was used to it at first until they sent the photo and it was obviously you and Qania. Tris replied, are you in a relationship with her?” marsya's story then returned sobbing, the two eyes in the water continued to look expectantly at Tristan that it was all not true.

“Sya, do you know who the victim Pak Handoko who made him languish in prison?” tristan asked Marsya's gaze back.

Marsya shook her head weakly, “Tris please don't divert the conversation,” he said rather annoyed.

“I didn't switch the conversation. Just so you know, the victim was Qania,” Tristan replied.

Oh, my God, am I this stupid? Why is it that just saying I love Qania in front of Marsya is so hard? Why can my heart still feel compassion for Marsya while the fate of my love alone is on the edge?

Marsya surprised, “Don't joke Tris.”

“Ngak Sya. I'm not kidding. That's why I found out through Qania and it turned out to be true. Even Qania and her in-laws have managed to imprison Pak Handoko,” said Tristan.

“Appaa?!”

Tristan replied with a nod while Marsya was silent as if he was contemplating something.

Bego yes, I'm very excited. Deserve Qania very happy to attract my feelings because I am plin-plan. Oh Tristan, you're getting in trouble. You get too deep into the lies you create. All right, calm down. Let Marsya feel better and after we return to Indonesia, then I will talk about my relationship with Qania to her. Ah no, I will meet Qania first and I will once again fight this taste on Qania.

“Tris, you daydream?” marsya's question made Tristan turn to her.

“Appa?! Tris, please don't joke around!” marysa Jerrits.

“I'm not kidding. But about your Papa who was likely dragged was just my assumption. So you do not be weak and must be healthy immediately so that we can immediately return and can know more clearly about this matter. From what I heard, this trial was closed so that there were no definite news except the assumptions of the people, but,” said Tristan who also actually continues to find out about this problem but the police also helped cover the problem from the public because of the request of both parties who do not want to spread the problem out.

“Tris, book a ticket. Tonight we go home too,” Marsya said restlessly.

“Sya it's late and the flight schedule is later tomorrow morning. And tomorrow morning the doctor will not necessarily permit you to go home. So you have to think positively and change your mood. Maybe tomorrow the doctor will allow and we will go home with a night flight,” said Tristan, in his heart he was so excited beyond the spirit of Marsya to go home soon.

“Good. I'm going to sleep now and you're going to sleep on the couch. Tomorrow morning help convince the doctor so we can go home,” Marsya said.

“Ya, all depends on your condition Two.”

Marsya just nodded then closed both eyes trying to sleep and Tristan walked to the sofa and laid his body.

 

Tristan POV

 

These eyes are closed but the mind is everywhere. My thoughts flashed far away at the figure of the woman who either thought of me or did not. The woman has succeeded in making me eat bad, sleep not well even ngapain was nothing fun. He has captured all my attention and thoughts. All of this was on him and either his attraction was too strong or indeed he had a magnet that kept pulling me to stick to him.

Crazy one! Even my tears are so easy to escape thinking about. I don't know if I've turned into a bucin bin mellow guy after being close to him. I don't feel like I was the person I was yesterday when I didn't know him.

That face, the face that made me can't look away at other objects. These eyes were locked just to look at him. Whether it's magic from him or whether I just found out that can make these eyes stunned and this heart vibrate.

Resonance?

Is this what resonance says?

Hahaha, crazy. I'm more poetic than the poets out there. All because of Qania. He who has made me so kayak gini and unfortunately he did not want responsibility and instead blocked the only access I made close to him.

I'm confused, why can't a woman as good as Marsya make me melt? She was even beautiful, mature and meek as well. What's wrong? Why exactly are women fierce, judes, jutek, ketus, flat and cold like the refrigerator that makes me vibrate? Who, by the way, is very ugly. I love to cook and even make me a heart sport. What's wrong is me, or there's no resonance between me and Marsya.

Resonance, resonance, resonance.

My language is in a lot. To spell this out with the language of physics. Just say that between me and Marsya does not cause any vibration. Different from Qania, who every look at her flat face has made me vibrate.

Once again, I will fight to melt his heart. If he doesn't melt later, I'll back off. Even if he asked me to make it Arkana, it's already a risk that I dare to love a woman who will never be able to finish with her past. Weight has to be someone else, but for love I'm willing. After all I am sure with the saying ‘ala can be because ordinary’ or ‘witing tresno jalaran soko kulino’.

I slowly made him turn around and realized that I was Tristan, not Arkana. There is a word that I have heard, ‘That is to win’ I gave it first slowly but surely I will be a winner in his heart.

Marsya, I'm sorry. Love cannot be imposed. I can't give my heart to love Lo. As I am experiencing now, I can not allow Qania to make love with me. We are in the same position. I know how it feels to be elo. You fight for me while I fight for Qania. I want to give the same spirit Lo, but the problem is I do not want to be pursued with Lo. And if we fail together, then we must be sure that the highest peak of love is love. I am sincere and I sincerely Qania.

If we are both broken, may there be a way for God to make us happy. Maybe I'll be the one chasing after you, Sya. Sorry I am yes. Sorry I can't feel you. It used to be possible, but ever since my gaze shifted to that woman, everything in me also changed.

I'm an asshole, but I hope Lo understands the word love it doesn't have to have. As much as Lo's love for me, as big as that Lo must sincere me. I also went to Qania. I honestly don't know if I can handle my own words.

Single-minded

One word that is very easy to pronounce but heavy to apply. Even I do not know how big my love for Qania or the sincere feeling later considering I even have the intention to change my own identity for his sake.

I'm dizzy.

I'm sleepy.

I want to sleep and let go of this burden of heart and mind. May it be tomorrow when these eyes open the good news that welcomes me first.

 

The tristan POV end