Forever Love

Looking From a Distance

Tristan POV

 

Reading the DNA test results was immediately for me to be furious. Wh why? That was the first question that came up to me. Why would Qania do this when she knows for herself I'm Tristan Anggara.

Even without doing that, I am very willing to change my identity. I am ready to be someone else for her. But it turns out he hasn't taken all my efforts so far. He turned out to be Arkana's blind. A-R-K-A-N-A. In vain all my efforts so far if it turns out as big and as great as anything I do for him still he just wants Arkana.

Obviously I am hurt. Disappointed even with him until I say hate. I don't know why the word just came out of my mouth. I am scared myself.

“Tris why you? Why didn't you come to the doctor's office?”

Marsya's question jolts me. God, I forgot that I was with Marsya.

“Sorry Yes. There was an important phone call. What do doctors say?” I asked him and again I'm getting good at lying.

“Oh. Yes, yuk came home. Uh stop by first to eat,” said Marsya then he took Tristan's hand.

“Sya, we will each bring a car,” I said to make Marsya even confused.

“We took a car each. I have business after this too. Oh yes when do we visit Papa?” marsya asked softly and I just remembered that we were planning to go there.

“Sya, now approaching lunch hour. How if we order food and take it there to visit Om Alvin,” I said make Marsya eyes sparkle.

“Yuk, I want,” said Marsya and I immediately rushed to my car and Marsya to his car.

Marsya's car is in front and I'm in the back. We had a meal at one of Om Alvin's restaurants and we were really disappointed that Om Alvin could not be found. Police say tomorrow is Om Alvin's hearing and tomorrow can see him in court.

I can see Marsya shedding tears. I know how he feels right now. I immediately embrace him. He looked at me and it was clear that the eye was pouring water.

“Sya, tomorrow we come to court. I'll be your friend. Take care of your heart and let's go home. I'll drive you home in your car. My car let me stay here first. Oh yes, we just drop this food for Om Alvin,” my words that make Marsya directly hug me from the side.

I'm very sorry about Marsya's situation now but there's a little bit of a sense of unease cuddling with her. Oh what happened to me? Some time ago before I knew Qania I was relaxed if Marsya hit me? But this is why I think it's gini? Is it possible because my heart is only for Qania now?

Don't think about that woman anymore. From this moment on assume he's just a stranger. Let him go, there's Marsya who needs me.

“Yuk Yes.”

Marsya recited as soon as I dribbled to his car. I open the car door and help lock the seat belt for him and then I turn the direction to the steering chair.

I swear by anything today I feel so weak. I lost and I was disappointed. Is this what you call heartbreak?

 

Tristan POV end ...

 

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“Who are you from where is my son? Papa heard you finished the exam early. Why did you just get home?” asked Papa Setya who was chatting with the security guard at the gate.

“Oh yes Pa, I was from the contract to finish the goods. All farewell. Tomorrow we go home,” replied Qania.

“Why not ask Papa for help anyway?”

“Nevent need Pa. Just a little gini. Oh yes Pa, Qania tonight can't come out? Friends are sure to eat to make Qania finish the exam as well as the night of farewell,” Qania asked.

“Sure. Now you just rest. Have you had lunch?”

“Already Pa. Qania enter first yes Pa,” pamit Qania.

“Iya Nak's. The suitcase is left here so that Papa who brought it in,” said Papa Setya.

“Eh, thank you Pa,” said Qania then he immediately walked to the house.

Evening arrived, according to the agreement with his friends, Qania also left for a cafe by taking an online taxi. She looks so beautiful in a simple style.

Twenty minutes later he arrived at the cafe. In the parking lot he meets Mae who turns out to have just arrived. Qania and Mae walked together into the cafe. Apparently there are all their friends in there and only two left late coming.

“You're leaving together?” ask Zakih.

“Sit dong. Let's order food. There is a son of the sultan who will pay for all our food and drinks tonight,” said Yusuf and others cheered while Qania even laughed with the behavior of his friends.

“Yes, order a lot. Do not go home if not full,” said Qania chimed.

They called the cafe waiter and each mentioned their order. While waiting for orders to come they endlessly chatted starting from the Qania exam, the return of Qania to things that are not important but cause laughter.

In one corner of the room there were those who were quietly observing them. The expressions on his face changed to hear the conversation of those who reached his ears.

“Then excuse me Mr. Tristan. Hopefully the problems experienced by Mr. Alvindo do not really impact our business. I really hope for you,” said the man who was with Tristan. The man was about forty years old.

“Oh Yes Sir please. I am still waiting for my friend to meet here. I'm hoping for the same as you. Hopefully everything still goes well,” said Tristan even though he kept a doubt.

After his business partner left, Tristan did not take his eyes off Qania who was enjoying his food while joking. There was a longing to sneak in his heart. It was very interesting that he approached the woman who was still the master of his heart but because he remembered the last time his speech was so painful then he knew himself enough.

Tristan restrained herself and also suppressed her feelings.

“Let me see you from far away Qania. Because it really is still as big as yesterday. Speech does not seem to correspond with reality. The fact that in this heart still keeps you with the room without any blemish. Let me be an admirer in silence and from a distance. Seeing you is fine and in a happy state it is enough even though my heart continues to wriggle wanting more than just staring from a distance.”

Tristan took a breath. I don't know why his hand was moved to press the phone button on Qania's number.

Qania who was drinking her juice felt her phone vibrate from inside her small bag. He rushed to see the name of the caller and it made his face look cold.

What's he want? Apologizing or not satisfied with me? Let it be. I was wrong too. It is better that we do not contact each other anymore. If you are a match, someday there will be a way even though I go far, love will not go anywhere, inner Qania.

Tristan glanced at her phone and was surprised to see her calling Qania. As soon as the call stops he immediately presses the on/off button of his phone.

“Huhh, fortunately Qania did not answer. Want to talk to me if he's the name,” Tristan murmured.

[Sorry was accidentally squashed. Not GR. If you can delete my phone number]

Qania raised next to her eyebrows reading the incoming message. He did not intend to open or reply because he had read enough.

Childish! Inner Qania.

Qania did not know that there were actually people who were so angry waiting for a reply from him.

What if Qania erases my phone number? Tristan asked in his heart.

An hour later Qania spent with her friends and an hour more Tristan monitored her from a distance.

“Qan, we will surely miss. Don't forget us. Oh yes, if there is a job vacancy in the office of elo in-laws, do not forget to contact me yes. I really hope to be an employee of a Setya Wijaya,” said Mae and others chimed in by asking to be able to work in the office of Papa Setya.

“Sweet really. I cannot forget you. And I will definitely call you if there is a job opening,” said Qania while rubbing Mae's arm that looks so sad.

“Tomorrow to go home at what time Qan? Let's meet you first, give me a keepsake for you?” ask Lina.

“Yeah Lin, no need. I'm still going back for graduation. Later aja. And tomorrow will be back four in the afternoon,” replied Qania.

“Oh hehe, yes yes. You have not yet graduated,” kekeh Lina and the others also laughed.

In the corner there Tristan was shocked to hear their conversation.

“Apppaa?! Tomorrow then? Home?”

Tristan was suddenly upset. Hate for a lifetime was suddenly lost and turned into fear of loss.

Damnit damnit! Why have a big mouth? Why try to say that to Qania. Now it's a torture of its own.

Tristan tried to contact Qania again and again. Still no answer. His message was not answered and he could still see Qania saying goodbye to her friends.

Tristan wants to take Qania with him. Hold it for tonight because tomorrow Qania will come back and I don't know when to come back to this city. He cursed himself who had spoken without first thinking. If yesterday he could have easily taken Qania away with him, but today it looks impossible.

He had called nearly ten times and had several messages sent but no response. He could only see Qania getting into a taxi with one of his friends.

“Hahh ... turned out to be better on the block than connected but got no response,” grumbled Tristan then he went to the cashier and paid for his food then rushed after Qania.

“Sials. I lost track!” he hit the steering wheel of his car.

There was only one destination he would go to but there was no sign of the taxi that Qania had boarded. Tristan returned to his house feeling unsettled.

While the taxi car was indeed taking a different direction because Qania asked that Mae be escorted first and then drive herself.