This Story is called Love

Chapter 17 Has Changed

Upon his return from Abdillah's house, he did not immediately make Saad move into his room. He was sitting in the living room accompanied by Arsen and Diana who occasionally had a lot of fun. Irtiza and Azel have returned to their respective rooms.

Sounded a pretty heavy sigh from Saad, “Ar, please you explain about the girl ?” Saad asked without looking at his eldest son. “Please describe in great detail.” Said Saad back and full of emphasis.

“Pa, ma.” He looked at both his parents. “As Arsen explained earlier in the house of Abdi, Arsen has been in contact with him for several years. During that time Arsen tried to believe Arsen's heart to make him the only one Arsen's heart, because Arsen saw he was so caring and loving Arsen.”

Diana now looked at her son seriously “then?” Ask the child who seems to be gathering his courage again.

“Little by little, over time, Arsen started to get comfortable with him. Until the moment Arsen thought to open Arsen's heart to him, but did not know that night Arsen really hesitated to do it.” Arsen said back.

“Then you broke him off unilaterally so you mean ?” Saad asked in an intimidating tone.

“Arsen tried to speak well with Tria, but she did not accept Arsen's decision. Arsen returned to this house even if he could not fight for Qanita, at least Arsen wanted to make peace with Arsen pa. Arsen does not want to be a coward anymore pa.” said Arsen and closed his eyes. “Arsen felt only daughter om Abdi who Arsen loved pa, Arsen sure about it. Even from long ago.” Tymphal Arsen.

“And now you are hurting two innocent girls, because of your feelings ? Did you see how disappointed that girl was ? And did you see how broken Qanita's heart was this afternoon ? And now look at my mom, see my mom. Mama felt like she had failed to educate you, teach you to glorify women. It's not like this son, mama doesn't seem to recognize you anymore.” Diana said fieryly, while Saad was already a little calmer.

“Maaaa, relax.” Said Saad while gently stroking his wife's hand. “Then, now how do you feel about that girl ?” Saad asked back and stared fixedly at Arsen's face.

“Only Qanita in the heart of Arsen pa.” Arsen answered while looking at both ends of his feet on the floor. “But now that Arsen knows, it is no longer possible that Arsen got a chance from him. While Tria already Arsen to be disappointed, and may not want to meet with Arsen again, after the incident this afternoon.”

Again there was a heavy sigh from Saad “Come back to your room, calm yourself. And do not contact or meet the two girls you have hurt first.” Saad's advice and get out of the seat holding his wife's hand.

With heavy steps Arsen invites his body to walk into the room. Arriving in the room, and with a slow pace also empty mind he laid himself on the bed. In view of the sky his room was fixed. Shortly after, he put his hand in one of his pants pockets, grabbed the tiny object and began to light it up.

He looked for Andri's contacts and began typing messages for his personal assistant.

“Find out about him, try to keep an eye on him. Don't let bad things happen to her.” Then send the message to Andri.

Andri realized who was meant by his superiors, directly contacted some of his confidants to monitor Tria.

Fine sir.

Arsen, who had received a reply from Andri, went straight to the bathroom to cleanse himself before resting his body and mind.

***

It has become a routine Arsen if the holiday he will exercise to maintain fitness and body shape. Same with this morning, he will do jogging around the complex of his house that can not be said to be small.

This morning he was sitting and tying his shoelaces in one of the chairs in front of his house. A shadow of someone from the inside of the house.

“You jogging for?” Ask Irtiza.

“Iya Ca, would you like to join ?” Bring Arsen.

“Hmm, no brother. Sister aja. I'm cycle again so males.” Irtiza.

“Iya already, brother first way. Assalamualaikum.” Pamit Arsen's.

Irtiza looks smiling towards her sister “Hearty, Waalaikumussalam.” Irtiza's eyes glazed over her sister's departure. “It should have been last night so the beginning of your happy journey, brother, even like this. Big brother well, I know big brother is a good man.” His mind and some clear fluid escaped from the tip of his eye. While turning her body, she saw Diana was watching her.

“Why ?” diana asked softly, while walking towards her daughter.

“Nothing ma.” His voice was laced with a smile.

Diana smiled and took her daughter in the living room seat “Mama knows what you are thinking dear. Let your brother learn from this problem and take his lesson.” Diana said understanding to her daughter.

“What brother wrong ma, want to forget Anita and start with another girl ?” ask Irtiza gently.

“Not wrong darling, nothing wrong. They were dragged away by a situation that was difficult to understand. Your brother has the right to seek his happiness, but why he still holds great feelings for Qanita, Qanitapun not wrong if you want to hate your brother because of his past. And Tria is also not wrong dear, because she loves your sister sincerely, even though your sister cannot repay her.” Said Diana who was hugging her daughter and stroking the top of her head. “Do you hate Qanita dear ?” Diana asked back.

“No ma, I don't hate him. Why do I hate it.” Said Irtiza who increasingly tightened her mother's embrace.

***

After feeling increasingly tired and his sweat had already soaked almost all of his clothes. He ran slowly towards the house, now he was in front of the house Qanita, his eyes also glanced in front of the house. Shortly after that the gate opened, and showed a neat Qanita signifying he was going to travel.

His door to the fence was wide. A second later his gaze met with Arsen's bead. For a long time they looked at each other, but Arsen was surprised by what he saw. Qanita's eyes seemed to narrow and pouch, indicating that she had been crying a lot. Qanita looked at the man without any expression, and without any words.

Arsen's steps were again swung towards the house. With ogah-ogahan opened the shoelaces and put them in the place that has been provided. He still clearly remembered how upset Qanita was. Although he looks neat, but Arsen is sure now his heart is broken into pieces.

Tok tok tok tok

There was a subtle knock coming from behind the door of his room. “Open aja.” Arsenic.

“Kakak, do you want Ica make cake ?” Irtiza asked gently, she only showed her head wrapped in an instant black headscarf.

Arsen made a smile with his sister's behavior. “Iya may, as long as no poison is added.” Arsenic.

Irtiza just chuckled at her brother's words “Yes already, sister clean-up aja first. Ntar if you've already met Ica will call.” Then it immediately went to the kitchen.

“Iya Ca, thank you.” Arsen sincerely said.

As soon as the younger brother, Arsen began to clean up and did not forget to perform Dhuha prayers. He took HP and sought Royyan's contact, considering that his friend did not know what happened to him. Royyan only finds out that he has been accepted by Qanita and will propose to her soon.

“Yan, night ntar sunday night. Not busy, are you ?” Arsen sent the message to Royyan. Shortly waiting, Arsen's message has now been replied by Royyan.

No, I want to hang out with you. I have memorized me. Find the usual place. Royyan replied straight to the point.

“Hahaha, you know Yan. Contact Zacky too. Let's get three of them. Regular hours well.” Arsen again sent a reply to Royyan.

Hmmmm.

Only that short word became a reply to a message for Arsen.

“Kaaaak, Sister. It's ready. Brother is done yet.” There was the sound of Irtiza crashing from the kitchen.

Without scaring Arsen immediately down the stairs that led him to the family room and directly connected to the kitchen, then sat at the table to eat.

Irtiza who was still cutting the cake saw her brother walking towards her and then moved some pieces into the plate "Niiiih cake, specifically for sister. Cake of love." Irtiza said passion.

“If khsusu for sister, means others can not eat dong ?” Tanya Arsen, then started eating the cake “loooh, earlier she said love, this is sweet deck ?” Ask back.

Irtiza just chuckles with joking sister “meaning Ica, cake in this dish is special for sister.” While patting the plate in front of the brother. “It does taste sweet but Ica make it with love and wholeheartedly.” He said with a smile.

“Don't smile like it dek.” Arsenic.

“Why?” I asked with a frown.

“The cake is getting sweeter, ntar brother got diabetes.” Arsen said with a seductive smile.

“Hahahaha, sister can be aja.” Then landed his body in a chair beside Arsen, and leaned on his sister's shoulder.

Arsen who already knows the intention of his sister is to comfort him, immediately kiss the top of Irtiza's head with love “Mama where deck?” Tanya Arsen in her arms.

“Regular to gather with his friends, papa again no business with friends he said. It's just that we're both the same as some home assistants deh.” Irtiza replied without changing the position of her head from Arsen's shoulder.

Arsen just ooh ria, without stopping chewing.

***

His encounter with Arsen this morning made Qanita's heart sicker and again the clear liquid came out of her eyes. He no longer cared about his narrowed eyes and seized the attention of some of his father's employees. Long he cried in silence, before he decided to go to the bathroom and wudhu to perform Dhuha prayers.

He immediately stepped his legs wrapped in a black plisket skirt leading to the mushollah in his office. Arriving at the dimushollah, he wore a priest who had been brought from the room and established the Dhuha prayer.

For a long time he raised his hands and mouth reciting some verses of the Qur’an along with his prayers and hopes. He was tired of crying but again for the umpteenth time tears came back. A pair of eyes were staring at him who had also finished the Dhuha prayer, and their gaze met when Qanita was about to come out of the mushollah.

“Daddy, Anit doesn't think to the office this Saturday. Why are you standing there ? Why is Anit kayak doing that?” Ask while tidying up the hijab.

“Yes, there are some jobs I have to finish. You better go home and rest son, you're not looking okay.” Abdillah.

A thin smile given to the father “Anit is okay. Anit is fine. Anit space first well.” His appeal to Abdillah.

Closing his eyes and nodding Abdillah let his daughter go to the room. At this time Abdillah was staring at his daughter's back and then he breathed heavily as if there was a stone propping up his chest.