Forever Love

Don't Be Afraid

Tristan rushed to Marsya's house that night because he got a call from Marsya and he heard her crying hysterically. Tristan's mind is fucked. He suspects that Marsya may have found out about the arrest of his father. Tristan wants to be selfish and chooses to look for Qania but Marsya also needs it because after all, his status is now Marsya's fiancee. It is very evil to think if you ignore the sadness of the girl.

“Yes, although more evil because behind him I even promised marriage with another woman. I am evil and sadistic, but this is about the heart,” Tristan said as he drove his car to turn him into the yard of Marsya's house.

One of the servants opened Tristan's door and he rushed to Marsya's room. He found the girl staring blankly with a puddle of tears still there. Tristan approached Marsya, who was sitting on the sofa staring out the window.

“Sya,” call Tristan.

“Why Tris? Why?” isak Marsya's. He did not turn around just to look at the man he loved so much.

“Sya you really why? What the hell's going on? Try telling me a story. I'm not calm look at you like gini,” said Tristan. There was no way he could directly guess the cause of Marsya crying.

“Papa Tris, Papa,” he said still crying.

Deg ....

“Papa you why?” ask Tristan degdegan.

“I went into his study and accidentally found his arrest warrant from the police station. Hikss, Papa, what's the matter with Om Handoko? Why was Papa arrested by the police?” marsya's tears broke and she immediately entered Tristan's arms.

Tristan was reluctant to return the hug but hearing Marsya's roaring cry he finally gently stroked Marsya's back.

“Sya, I don't know what happened to Om Alvin because you also know that I'm the same you are not here. You wish your father well. You are patient. Tomorrow we meet Om Alvin at the police station so you can ask what the problem is until it must be arrested by the police,” Tristan comforted Marsya. He did not want to tell Marsya why his father was arrested by the police.

“But Tris, all this time, I've never heard Papa do evil and hurt people in my life. My dad's a good guy. If Om Handoko I am often suspicious and do not like him. Lest this is Om Handoko's case and she pulls Papa into her problem. I don't accept my Papa is involved in a legal case let alone going to jail. I don't accept it!” the hysterical cries of Marsya and Tristan could only sigh.

Tristan was eager to ask Qania about the real problem but let alone ask, he just wanted to hear his voice now could no longer.

All right, let Marsya calm down first I just thought about my relationship with Qania, inner Tristan.

Tristan this time is in a dilemma. On the one hand he wanted to comfort Marsya because the girl had been with him for a long time and he always shared his problems. Tristan has always been there for him at his worst times. And on the other hand his relationship with Qania is at stake. Qania becomes a prosecutor on the case and the one charged is the most important person in Marsya's life. Wrong with Mr. Alvindo, Tristan cannot side with anyone.

Thinking about this all made Tristan dizzy. Being between the two choices is difficult. With this conflict, he was increasingly pessimistic to leave Marsya easily. Marsya is injured and there is even a possibility of suffering if he knows his father is a criminal and will be jailed. What would happen if he left her for Qania who was the one who imprisoned her Papa?

Thinking of this left Tristan unable to find a way out. Thought's dead-end. He didn't know which way to go and who to stand on whose side.

Marsya continued to cry and Tristan endlessly gave her comfort. Seconds change minutes until minutes change hours. The girl fell asleep in Tristan's arms still recounting her cries. Tears continued to flow and wet his cheeks. Tristan could not bear to leave Marsya in this condition.

I'd be the worst man to leave him for Qania. I also became the most loser because I did not dare to fight for my love. And I'm stressed now.

After no more noise from Marsya's mouth, Tristan raised Marsya and put her to bed. Wear a blanket and stare at it for a while before leaving the house.

In the car Tristan was relentlessly screaming in frustration with several times hitting the steering wheel of his car. He turned his car towards Qania's contract but dared not knock. He was sure there was no one.

Confused about where he was headed and where he was headed, he finally returned home at twelvepm.

 

The morning was approaching, the atmosphere of the dining room of Mr. Erlangga was so crowded because of the many members who participated in breakfast. There is the Setya Wijaya family and the addition of Pak Jayadi and Aarav. They enjoyed breakfast with a little talk. All that seemed rushed was Qania. He has to go to college today and finish his business so that tomorrow he can get his thesis exam soon.

Unlike Qania, Tristan has been looking for her all day. Waiting in front of his contract and even twice he went back and forth to the Pak Erlangga housing complex just to find out his whereabouts.

Marsya continued to question him and he only answered that he was busy taking care of the work of Mr. Alvindo who was abandoned because of this problem. Marsya of course believed and again Tristan cursed himself who increasingly shrewd lying.

By nightfall, there was no sign of Qania in his contract. He was almost crazy for not being able to get any news from Qania.

“Sial! Why think about it now?!” tristan Umpat. He also drove his car looking for a stall that sold the first card.

Tristan chose just any card and immediately filled out the pulse. I can't wait to call Qania.

Wh who? Think Qania.

He tried to ignore it but again his phone rang. He did not know that the caller kept swearing waiting for an answer from him.

Is it not related to the case of Mr Handoko? Inner Qania.

Qania picked up the call but fell silent as soon as she heard a voice from behind the phone.

“I am in front of the house you are occupying now. If you don't come out then don't blame me if I'm going in and force you to meet me.”

Qania grunting. It could have allowed Tristan to meet Papa Setya.

“Good. I'll be out now.”

Qania rushed down. He disconnected the phone at will. Tristan smiled with a grin. He could guess if Qania would definitely meet him.

Qania got down and headed to the dining room. There is a nervous feeling if you have to lie but it is even more dangerous if Tristan comes to this house.

“Pa, I want permission to exit. There's a promise with Lala. I'm sorry I haven't seen him yet. Mr. Erlangga, Aunt, I say yes,” said Qania.

“Be careful,” say they are together.

Qania can breathe a sigh of relief. He walked out through a large yard. He could see not far from the security guard post there was a car that he was very familiar with. While walking his mouth incessantly curses Tristan. While Tristan in the car smiled triumphantly at Qania who came and immediately opened the car door. Sitting with an annoyed face made Tristan throw his face so that Qania did not know that he was holding back his laughter.

“Say what's wrong?” ask Qania ketus.

“What's like that welcome for a future husband who is missing you, hem?” ask Tristan back.

“I told you not to expect too much,” jolted Qania.

“So what you said. What's clear tonight is that you're only going to be with me.” After saying that, Tristan immediately locked the car so that Qania did not run away and he immediately drove his car without caring about Qania who continued to grumble.

“Some of you why block me? I'm wrong what's wrong with you?” tanya Tristan occasionally glanced at Qania.

Qania could not answer. He is well aware that Tristan has no fault with him.

“No need to answer. Qania, don't be afraid. I mean it with my words. Get angry first as much as your heart. But remember I am your place back, here is your home,” Tristan said then one hand he used to grab Qania's hand. “You remind me, I once said that what I have already held will never be separated. I'll give you as much time as possible to think. But not to think of dodging, of staying away or of forgetting me. I'm just giving you time to decide when I'll come to propose. Whenever I'll come straight to it. I'll give you some time. Don'tbeafraid. I am the one you can hold the talk to,” said Tristan, he slightly glanced at Qania who just bowed unresponsive.

Not wanting to respond, Qania was just trying to suppress her feelings. Who is not flattered to hear Tristan's words just now. But he thought again about who Tristan really was. Qania no longer cares about Marsya because he has a strong belief that no one can oppose.

“Thank you. Oh yeah, someday if I really find my faith in you then just be yourself. I want you to make me tether my heart to you because it's you. I'm sure you're the same, wanting to be loved as yourself,” said Qania making Tristan smile thinly.

“I'll take you Qania. I make sure you will love me and look at me as the real me, not because of the shadows of the past,” Tristan said then he kissed the hand of Qania who was still in his grasp while Qania did not react much.

“Try. But I'm not thinking about that because tomorrow I'm going to a thesis hearing. Besides, my brain is dead-end because I'm hungry. So ...”

“I'll take you to find the place to eat you want,” sambar Tristan quickly make Qania can not hide her smile.

If you're not Arkana, then make my heart fall on you because you're a Tristan. Maybe fate wasn't really cruel to me by sending me a replacement like I wanted. The person I don't want to forget, even though it's not him, but I can feel it. Just by looking at it, my longing is treated, but I don't know if this is just an antidote to pain or if I already love him as a Tristan Anggara.