The Incomplete Love
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“Two caramel flavors then two more original glazy,” pinta Qiara on seller Bomboloni in Covent Garden. Flea markets in London are always lively with the hustle and bustle of unique goods traders to food of various types.

Qiara decided to take a walk for a moment to wash her eyes. Having abundant treasures does not make it anti to go to places that are considered popular. In fact, in the past with Devan they often spent time there snacking from one store to another.

After paying, Qiara headed for her favorite bookstore down the street. Enjoying the cool air he crossed the fresh fruit seller and decided to buy some kind of berries.

He wanted to choose various berries when he heard a familiar voice.

“How much?”

“Ten poundsterling. Thank you.”

Qiara's eyebrows shot up when she realized The Voice Owner.

“Loh, Mas Thoriq really in London?”

Thoriq turned his head, as surprised as Qiara.

“Eh, Qia, assalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam. What's in London? Same Aira and Liam?”

“Ya, no, Qia. I don't want to be a mosquito.”

Qiara chuckles.

“These unemployed, mumpung visa to the UK is still valid, yes just walk. The day after we go to Scotland.”

“Whose name?”

“Self, Qiara .. do you want to nemenin?”

Qiara chuckled again. Berry sellers who already know Qia and know her favorite give a bag of various berries.

“Wow, the first time I saw you beaming since a long time ago,” said the merchant sincerely. Qiara and Devan have been his regulars since they moved to London.

“Please plus strawberry, my son asked to make pie,” reply Qiara did not respond but slightly flushed his cheeks.

“Qia, Mas first, yes. Seneng meet you.”

“Eh Mas, where are you going? Drink tea together, yuk.”

“Same, Mas?” Thoriq's eyebrows were raised as high as they were, his ears widened to make sure he didn't hear wrong.

“Qia took this father with his wife too, anyway. Yes, the same, Mas lah. Uh or Mas already have an event or want to meet ..”

Thoriq tries hard to be normal, “Oh, may. No, I don't want to see anyone.”

Qiara clucked with a smile as the berry salesman and his wife winked and raised their two thumbs. Although they did not understand the conversation between Thoriq and Qiara, they could guess.

Since Devan died, Qiara was no longer cheerful and often came to their stall with a sad face.

After saying thank you, Qiara then caught up with Thoriq who was already at the stall across.

Thoriq saw Qiara walking towards him. He took a few breaths to calm down. Though if he can he wants to suddenly not because so happy.

“Yuk, want to nget at the end there, right? Funny, bookstore but there's a cafe. Pastries is delicious.”

“Bby,” great-grandson Thoriq who instantly cleared his throat.

“Means Mas, can, Qia pointed out yes.” Thoriq's voice returned deep and authoritative.

They walked slowly while looking at the stalls selling used and new items. Thoriq stopped by to buy an old camera that was already rare but still works well.

Qiara bought Kala's favorite food and called a bicycle courier to send her to her son's practice.

“Kok Kala did not say that Mas is here?”

“Maybe busy so don't have time for stories. It's been almost three days in London.”

“Loh why not phone Qia?”

“Mmm fear disturb.”

“Ih, what the hell.” Qia's lips pursed. Thoriq had to look away worried that his heart was no longer as strong as it was when he was young when he received a crazy beat. In her eyes, Qiara still looked as adorable as ever.

They continued walking while chatting lightly.

“Yeah, the cafe is full, Mas. Though Qia hungry too.”

“Log in, who knows if anyone is out.” Thoriq walk first to get into the cafe. He talked to the waiter who said there was a table in the process of paying.

Qiara's disappointed face, immediately shone again.

“Qia loathe-wild book gih, let Mas wait here.”

“Not anything?”

Thoriq nodded. Qiara smiled then walked to the bookshelves. With her tail Thoriq watched Qiara walk towards the interior design books.

As soon as he sat down, Thoriq sent a message to Kala: Aya met Buna.

Thoriq smiled wryly and replied: We are just in line.

Kala only sent a sticker with a picture of a child dancing.

“Mas, already got the book, nih. Qia also bought a book on Scottish legends for Mas.”

“Wah, makasi. Still want if Mas like to read legends.” If Thoriq's heart could be seen, then it was now like a garden with flowers blooming after decades of dried-up kerontang.

Qiara smiled, “Remember kok.”

“Mas is pesenin, peppermint tea equals tarte au chocolate.”

“Wah also remembers Qia.”'s favorite Qiara's eyes sparkled as it coincided with the waiter delivering their order.

Thoriq watched Qiara sip the still hot tea.

“Qia, long awaited dong, here Mas fanin.” Thoriq pulled the teacup and fanned it with his hand while Qiara held her lips that had been hit by hot water.

“You drink first ice tea Mas. Later easily can pesen again.”

Qiara drank ice tea to relieve her lips affected by the hot tea. He also ordered another glass for Thoriq.

“Now it's not too hot. Drink slowly, Qia.” Thoriq pushed the teacup towards Qiara.

Qiara chuckled then sipped her favorite tea, alternating with scooping delicious tarte au chocolate.

Thoriq enjoys croissant sausage because the cafe is a halal cafe. True said Qiara, the pastry there is crisp and delicious.

“Mas out of Scotland where else?”

“Maybe want to cross to Italy. I want to watch opera from the first kepingin.”

“Haa yes, watch the opera on our bucket list yes,” sahut Qiara lightly while continuing to enjoy the pastry in front of him.

“You've seen it?”

“Mmm is the same Devan several times.”

“Oh.” There was a sense of disappointment in Thoriq's heart that he immediately tepis.

“I still often keingetan Devan.” Qiara's voice trembled slightly.

“Yah spilled.” Imperceptibly, Thoriq nudged his glass to wet the end of his jacket sleeve.

“Qia no tissue. This, Mas.”

Qiara watched Thoriq dry his jacket.

“You order again?”

“No need, really, it's still a lot.”

“Mas intentionally yes? Let Qia not be sad keingetan Devan?”

“Article?”

Qiara smiled. “Still yes, Mas. Qia is still learning to control feelings and not easily sad. Devan definitely does not want sad Qia.”

“Pastya.”

“Mas tomorrow night what? Dinner at Qia's, yuk. Usually children if Saturday is not everywhere.”

“Qia masakin?” Thoriq.

“He uh, in shea Allah. Soto and perkedel, right? Pleasure Kala and Abby also.”

Thoriq nose kempis.

“In shaa Allah later Mas come.”

“Mas temenin Qia shopping first, yuk. There's a Vietnamese store two blocks from here. Want right?”

“Mas hope the shop is fifteen blocks from here, Qia,” replied Thoriq inwardly.

“Mas ..” Call Qiara for not hearing Thoriq's answer.

“Mau, would. Mas pay first.”

Thoriq and Qiara walked the streets of London. Thoriq deliberately stopped by some stores to buy time.

After shopping, Qiara called the family driver. Thoriq waited until Qiara's car came and they separated.

“Yes Allah, thank God, thank God.”

The man then walked towards his hotel in the center of the city with a sumringah face.

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