Forever Love

It turns out Papa

Tristan's attitude tonight makes Qania unbearable. Actually Qania was not so angry with Tristan's remarks yesterday. He justifies it all because he is well aware that he is wrong in this situation. Tristan's anger is not worth what he has done. He realizes his crime against Tristan which results in the man being hurt. But for the sake of Arqasa's happiness, Qania was better in this situation alone.

Qania could only sigh at the demand for a message from Tristan. He was compassionate but also did not want to give more hope. Tomorrow after the trial ends, he will return and start a new life with his small family.

Yes, Qania is determined to build her world with Arqasa and does not need to include men who want to be their Arkana replacement.

Finally Qania chose to sleep because the time had shown eleven o'clock at night.

At home Tristan could not hold back the pace of her tears. He was really sorry he said that. He recalled what happened yesterday. His words and Qania's words were ringing in his ears.

Tristan sat down and leaned against the back of his bed, wiping away his tears. His face seemed to think.

“Wait a minute, what does Qania mean? That body isn't Arkana? So that tomb wasn't Arkana's? That means it could be Arkana is alive and or gone but somehow where the tomb is.”

Tristan exhaled in frustration. She pulled her own hair.

“If true, then this reason is what made Qania find out about me. Qania was not entirely guilty. He just wants certainty. Oh Tristan, why is Lo so rash?! You should have asked yesterday and talked well, not scolding.”

Tristan is getting frustrated and he doesn't know why he can't hold back his tears. Considering that tomorrow Qania will come home and I don't know when she will come back here again makes her cry bitterly.

“Gue don't know why, but it hurts so much,” cried Tristan. He was like a child crying.

 

Morning was back, the most awaited day for Mr. Erlangga's family, Mr. Herman and Mr. Jayadi. Especially Aarav, because if it is proven that Mr. Alvindo and Mr. Handoko are guilty then Mr. Nizar will be released from all charges and can return to his activities as before in the wild.

Mr. Jayadi and Aarav enjoyed their breakfast at Mr. Erlangga's house with pleasure.

Mr. Herman was having breakfast with his family and he told the news to his mother and wife.

“Bu, Sezha, today let's come to court,” said Mr. Herman then feed rice into his mouth.

His mother and wife looked astonished.

“Today the verdict of the trial for the perpetrator of Jorgi's murder will be implemented. Let's see what kind of punishment will be received by those who have killed my beloved sister,” said Mr. Herman who understood the confused look on the two women he loved the most.

The spoon in his mother's hand was released along with a clear circle that managed to escape from both of his old eyes. Mr. Herman responded and immediately stood up and hugged his mother from behind.

“Herman, your sister ...”

“Herman has been working to find the perpetrator of Jorgi's murder, Mom. I didn't expect to come today either, Mom. There are families who want to help us get justice. Let's see together, one hour more trial will be held,” said Mr. Herman lirih.

“Mas, Jorgi ... him, he will get justice, Mas?” sezha asked stammeredly withholding her stuffing.

“Iya, Zha. Let's go see. Before that spend this breakfast and afterwards get ready,” said Mr. Herman.

The mother is still in her tears. He did not expect justice to come, either. The pain of seeing his youngest son come home lifeless and so awful is still so pronounced. Her chest is so tight now. He who once tried sincerely now re-open old wounds.

“Mother will eat and prepare. I want to see who is the mastermind of Jorgi's death,” said his mother still with the rest of her tears trying to eat foods that taste so bitter to swallow.

Mr. Herman rubbed his mother's back and then he went back to eating.

Elsewhere, there was no breakfast, only a basket of flowers which he was now sprinkling on the tomb. This morning, Revan's assistant comes to visit his brother's grave.

“Kak, today has finally arrived too. I hope that he who has made you in this place will get the right results. I hope that after this, both me and my brother can be happy in our respective places. I say goodbye, I'll go to court soon. Later I will come back again to inform the results of the trial,”, said Lirih assistant Revan, he returned to his car and he headed to the court which is very far from this tomb.

 

Tristan washed his face in the sink. He could see from the reflection of his glasses so swollen and swollen. He almost forgot today was a hearing for Mr. Alvindo and Mr. Handoko if I Marsya did not call him repeatedly.

Tristan took a shower and soon came out and put on his clothes. The breakfast time was over but Bi Ria still provided it for Tristan. He could see that his master was in grief. But he did not dare to ask. Just shut up and observe from the kitchen how the food was so hard to get into Tristan's mouth.

May the burden of Den Tristan's life be lifted soon and be able to find his happiness, the inner Bi Ria.

Marsya is already restless waiting for Tristan's arrival. He does not want to get stuck and be late to court. He glanced at his watch, then looked at his phone again.

“How is this, now surely the trial has already begun. I'd better come alone and let Tristan follow,” Marsya said then he came out of his room and would drive his own car.

In court, the judge just opened a hearing today. The prosecution looked calm, in contrast to the party charged, especially Mr. Handoko who seemed to have no spirit of life anymore. His wife tried hard to keep him. Only his son did not come because he was attending school in a different city and lived with his wife's parents.

The judge began to read an introduction to the results of their joint decision based on the reports and evidence. It is clear that Mr. Alvindo is very calm, more precisely it looks so resigned to the situation.

On the road Tristan continued to curse because his car tires were flat and he had no time to change his tires. He called Marsya.

“Tris where are you? I just got to.” Marsya just got to the parking lot and saw her phone ringing, there was a call from Tristan.

“Sya, I'm still on the road. I thought you weren't there yet, I just wanted to ask you to pick you up. My car tires are flat,” said Tristan half frustrated.

“You go in first, I will look for a taxi or motorcycle taxi,” Tristan said while glancing left and right.

“Good. I go in first,” said Marsya then he got out of the car.

 

. . .

 

“Matching the evidence and facts in the field, then we hereby declare that brother Nizar is innocent and he is acquitted of his charges.”

Hearing these words, Mr. Jayadi and Aarav hugged each other and cried, as well as Mr. Nizar who was not far from them. He immediately bowed in gratitude.

Outside Marsya is persuading the guards to let him in.

“Pak, please permit me to enter. I am Marsya Alvindo, the only child of Mr. Alvindo. I want to see my Papa. If you do not believe look at my ID card,” said Marsya persuaded the guard and showed his identity card.

The guard received it and saw it for a while and then allowed Marsya to enter.

Marsya was so stubborn as she entered the courtroom. He circulated his gaze and could see his Papa sitting in front while the judge continued to read his verdict.

“Further the murder case of brother Jorgi and brother Sudirman also adjust to the evidence, then the demands of the victim we receive and will impose punishment to the perpetrator.”

“And the next, the case of the menace, the persecution, the, until the murder plan for journalists named Angga aka Tristan Anggara brother which of the whole incident that led to the deaths of the victims was carried out by the brothers Alvindo and Handoko, according to the available evidence and the investigation in the field, therefore we decided the perpetrator will get a sentence of twenty years in prison.”

As soon as the judge knocked the hammer three times, Marsya stood pecking with tears that he could not bear. He got news that made it look like he was struck by lightning.

“Ja-so it turns out that Papa killed Tristan Pa? Papa did? Papa who killed my future husband?”

The soft words made everyone present in the courtroom look back. Mr. Alvindo was so shocked to find his daughter standing while staring questioningly at him. He immediately ran and knelt at his daughter's feet.

“Pardon Papa, Yes. Sorry,” Isak mr. Alvindo.

Marsya retreated, she did not want to be touched by her own father.

“So right Pa? Right what am I hearing this? Papa was the one who had planned the assassination of Tristan? Papa knows myself that Tristan and I have loved each other since we were teenagers, Pa. Papa is so supportive of our relationship and five years ago Tristan proposed to Marsya to Papa and Papa accepted. Papa knows I love Tristan so much, hiks. And Papa himself saw my destruction then. I didn't think Papa was the mastermind of it all. Papa should not only be sentenced to twenty years in prison but if necessary Papa's lifetime.

“Hahaha, I feel like the dumbest kid in the world. My dad, who I thought was the best guy, turns out you were the one who killed me. You know what my love for Tristan looks like and you, you took it from me. You got it, you're cruel, you're not a human Pa. You're so mean to your own son. I hate you!!”

Marsya ran out of the courtroom, no matter which Papa kept calling her name with all her regrets and guilt.

“Marsya, sorry Papa, Son. All out of Papa's control,” cried Mr. Alvindo who was still on his knees shouting his son's name.

On the other hand, there are families who cry because they are reunited with their families. Some were relieved that justice had finally come to them. Pun Bu Maharani again sobbed bitterly at the destruction of Marsya who turned out to be the lover of Angga and all this time he was fooled by his own Papa.

Papa Setya can only see and feel the happiness of the victims he has helped. He approached Revan's assistant who came alone.

“What's your plan after this?” ask Papa Setya.

“I don't know yet, sir,” replied assistant Revan slowly.

“This is my business card. You can call me if you need a job. I have many business fields and almost all over the island of Sulawesi. I don't have a lot of people who help me. If you want, then I really hope you can join me,” said Papa Setya while giving his card.

Assistant Revan accepted it, then he said, “Thank you very much, sir. I'll definitely contact you as soon as my business here is done. After all I am a kara and my goal is to work for Mr. Handoko just to find out about the death of my brother. And it's done. I'll definitely contact you soon.”

Papa Setya smiled then he patted the shoulder of assistant Revan.

On the other hand, Qania was still shocked by what she had just heard. Although he knew that Pak Angga's name was Tristan Anggara and that was the reason why he wanted to accept this mission, still he was shocked because Pak Angga turned out to be Marsya's future husband. Who is Tristan now?

Thousands of question marks filled Qania's brain.

“Bapak already said, after all that is revealed then you will find your answer. Go, pick up your happiness,” said Mr. Erlangga who made Qania shocked.

“Emm, but sir, he's not Arkana either. I've done a DNA test and the results don't match,” says Qania.

Mr. Erlangga is now surprised. “Cannot be. Have you made sure the results are accurate?”

“Already Sir. Maybe the man is just similar,” said Qania lethargic.

Mr. Erlangga patted Qania on the shoulder. “Believe in God, He knows everything the most.”

Qania just nodded resignedly but in his heart and mind was currently busy guessing.