Forever Love

Accelerated

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“Qania, Papa can enter?” ask Papa Setya from behind the door.

“Pa, not in the key,” replied Qania who was busy with her script, she was sitting on the sofa while holding her laptop.

Papa Setya opens the door, the first he lyrics is Arqasa who has fallen asleep at eight this evening. Then he walked towards the sofa where Qania had placed her laptop by her side and made room for Papa Setya to sit down.

“Ar has gone to sleep. It's Sunday night. You guys not out?” ask Papa Setya.

“Ar was exhausted after playing on the beach Pa. It's fast sleeping. Syaquile took him to play on the beach until afternoon,” replied Qania then glance at her son.

“Quick. Oh yeah, tomorrow Papa's going to town Y. His second trial is scheduled for Tuesday. Erlangga called Papa. You want to come?” papa Setya asked which made Qania a little surprised.

“Admitted Pa?” tanya Qania repeated the words of Papa Setya.

“Ya.”

A few hours ago ....

Papa Setya is studying the case of Pak Handoko and Alvindo. He does not want to miss a single thing and he wants to win the case later. The case is so big and so complicated and so tightly hidden that it does not leak if Qania does not enter the office for an internship.

Recollecting that made Papa Setya furious. He really wanted to make Mr. Handoko not get a chance to defend himself. What he did to Qania had to be paid dearly.

“There are so many cases and the perpetrator is just both. There are how many lives lost and how many people suffer from loss due to their actions and both are busy being proud and living life with comfort and wealth. It is very ironic,” said Papa Setya while reading the evidence in the form of the document.

Next he watched some other videos of their crimes he again cursed the two men.

While in focus, his phone rang and Erlangga's name was listed there.

“Assalamu’alaikum Erlang,” greet Papa Setya.

Mr. Erlangga is currently sitting at his desk holding a letter.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, Setya. Do I interrupt nights like this?” asked Mr. Erlangga with a flat expression still staring at the letter.

“Of course not. What's up?”

Mr. Erlangga sighed, “The letter of call for the second trial is already in my hands,” replied Mr. Erlangga.

“Ah, so. So the trial accelerated,” said Papa Setya tried to behave normally even though he himself was at war with his mind. His instincts as a lawyer worked quickly that something was wrong with the case.

“Yes. And according to a reliable source who I asked to supervise, apparently they moved quickly and managed to silence witnesses as well as victims,” replied Mr. Erlangga then he squeezed the paper.

“What?! But how can it be? What about the family that I left you?” papa Setya asked withstanding the rumble in his chest. It turns out his hunch was right.

“Hah, at that time my people neglected to look after them until their people managed to bring Mr. Jayadi with his grandson. They're holding back as a guarantee that we don't dare to speak out in court. Hence for his trial was precisely in speed. It could be that we will lose,” said Mr. Erlangga lethargic.

Papa Setya breathed a heavy sigh. He also has no idea now.

“Be calm first. In Shay'ah if indeed we are on the right path surely God will open us the way to defend those who are victims,” said Papa Setya sage.

“You're right. But may God see us who are fighting for this justice,” said Mr. Erlangga was trying to be patient.

“Yes already, tomorrow I will leave there. Together we solve this problem,” said Papa Setya.

“Good. Happy resting. Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

 

Flashback off ....

 

Qania nodded in understanding with the story of Papa Setya. He can draw the conclusion that there is a possibility that they will be in a guilty position later in the trial.

“Pa, I want to show you something with Papa,” said Qania gently while her in-laws looked at Qania gently.

“What, Nak?”

Qania also took her phone which was on the nightstand near her bed.

“Papa try to hear this deh,” said Qania then play audio from his phone.

Papa Setya listened carefully, he looked at Qania with a difficult look.

“Pa, I'm a prospective lawyer. I have to have an umbrella ready before it rains. And I'm not going to step carelessly into a place that's part of a case that I want to solve. How, I already deserve to be the successor of Setya Wijaya SH., LLM, no?” said Qania while pulling down both eyebrows.

“Very fast. Papa's son-in-law is the smartest. With this recorded evidence of your conversation, we can strengthen our other evidence. Papa says they can win, we have a lot of very accurate evidence. It will happen if God wills,” said Papa Setya excitedly.

Arkana, look at the son-in-law you chose for Papa. She's so pretty and sweet. His charm is deadly and his intelligence is very proud. Thank you for not choosing your daughter-in-law wrong to take your place in this house, son. May you be calm in nature there and Papa will take care of these two diamonds, Papa promised.

“Oh yes Pa, there is still one more. We have to find Sudirman's assistant family who supposedly died because of the intentional element of Mr. Handoko who did not want anyone else to keep the secret of his rottenness,” said Qania who just remembered the case.

“True. So tomorrow Papa will leave so that he still has a chance to find other evidence,” said Papa Setya.

“Iya Pa.”

“How do you go there?” ask Papa Setya.

“I'll come with Pa. Ar let's be with Mama Alisha. He will understand,” replied Qania.

“Ya it's already tomorrow at nine in the morning we're leaving. Now you rest, son,” said Papa Setya as he stood up and left Qania who was still smiling at her in-laws.

After Papa Setya came out and closed the door, Qania also tidied up the files and also kept the laptop. He had not yet climbed into bed, he picked up his cell phone and looked at the contacts he blocked.

I'm sorry Tristan, these few days I need to make peace with my heart. Here with my son, all I need is my son's happiness. I forget that there are men who want to be happy with me. Excuse me. If you get to your tired limit, give up. Your struggle is not in vain as a Tristan because honestly I have put you in my heart. But the path of our destiny does not reach the main goal of lovers. I'm happy enough to see my son's happiness. You, enough I keep in my heart as a sweet memory that I can call ‘serendipity’ a pleasant coincidence. But if later the results come out and prove that you are my Arkan then don't blame me if you continue to shadow you wherever you want to come back to me. Hate me first, I'll come after you if you're my Arkan.

After monologuing in his heart, Qania went to bed. He tidied up the blanket that covered Arqasa then he went into the bathroom to wash his face.

 

. . .

 

Tristan returned after filling his stomach with breakfast. He saw in Marsya's room there was a doctor who examined him with two sisters who followed him. He approached them and watched their activities.

“Good, all is good enough today. Tomorrow morning if the condition remains stable then the afternoon can go home,” said the doctor while smiling.

Marsya replied with a thin smile, “What can't be today, Doc?” ask Marsya.

The doctor smiled again. “Do not press your mind first. Just relax first. If you are calm, positive thoughts and positive energy will help your recovery. Today enough thinking is fine and don't force the will just yet. Yesterday you dropped and your body yesterday was so weak. I'm afraid that if you force your way home today and travel for almost a day last night it will make your condition worse. So today I recommend taking a walk near the hospital and a breath of fresh air. Today you must completely recover your energy and mind so that tomorrow is ready for the long journey.”

Marsya smiled at the doctor's explanation. “True also Doc, fatigue can also trigger stress. Well, today I will try to recover properly and fill my mind with positive things. Thank you doctor,” said Marsya.

The doctor nodded and said goodbye to Marsya and Tristan. Tristan who had just listened had become more excited because tomorrow would be home soon. Good news is a relief, he thought.

“Tris, I'm going out for a walk. You want to take me?” asked Marsya spoiledly.

“Ah yes, sure. I take a wheelchair first yes,” replied Tristan and Marsya nodded in agreement.

Marsya was finally able to breathe fresh air in the park after a long time he was confined in his nursery. His condition that should recover faster was always back to relapse because often he felt sad and even not only the gunshot wound that made him sick but his mind that always pushed him to think not good about Tristan or his papa so that several times his condition decreased.

Marsya and Tristan chat in the park with all the topics that stimulate Marsya's mind to be filled with a positive aura. For more than an hour they enjoyed the atmosphere in the park then Marsya asked to enter because he was tired.

 

. . .

 

Qania and Papa Setya drove Arqasa to the family residence of Zafran Sanjaya, after a long discussion with the baby finally Qania got permission to return faster to the city of Y.

“Mami remembers his promise, no more than two weeks. Ar count the day.”

As Arqasa said when Qania persuaded him by saying it will not be long and will not be more than two weeks until finally Ar agreed to allow Mami back.

Qania bailed with her family and hugged Arqasa's small old body. Arqasa tried to hold back his tears by continuing to hug the Mami tightly.

Qania let go of her embrace then wiped the tears on the cheeks of the Arqasa puffer.

“Mami this promise won't be long. Just pray yes, hopefully Mami can come back sooner,” said Qania held tightness in her chest seeing her son's clear eyes now shed tears.

Arqasa simply replied with a nod, unable to make a sound anymore. Qania also kissed Ar's entire face before finally really going with Papa Setya to the airport in between by Mr. Anwar.

 

The day passed so quickly, the last day exactly when Papa Setya and Qania until they did not immediately rest but were increasingly preoccupied with the case. Even Papa Setya had to stay up late and again learn what he had learned from still at home. Mr. Erlangga and his brothers also helped. They tried to find the existence of the family of Mr. Jayadi but nil they did not trace even Papa Setya has directed people who are experts with no doubt spend a lot of money but still nil. Mr. Nizar also closed their communication and was not willing to be met in the field. He only advised that if Qania came, the warden would say enough for him to stop if he did not want the problem to get bigger.

Qania lost hope again, he walked shaky and uncertain where he drove the bike. It is now four in the afternoon and tomorrow the second hearing will be held. He is afraid, he does not want that until those who have suffered more and do not get justice. He was so impressed by the face of the boy named Aarav. He relates the story of Arqasa who lost the figure of Father since he was still in the womb while Aarav had to part with the Father because of the act of cruel and greedy humans.

“I don't want to see another child feel the pain of Ar. O Allah, help us,” Og Qania who now shed tears.