The Incomplete Love
After Parting

Thoriq unlocks the house once inhabited with Qiara. Entering a house full of memories with a giant step.

Today he officially separated from Qiara, on the day they should be happy to celebrate his birthday. Hanna had prepared rice tumpeng and had called her many times.

Thoriq needs time to be alone. It was too painful for her to part from Qiara, but it was too painful for Qiara to continue with her.

Qiara's departure made Thoriq more than happy to keep everything to himself. Fauzan, his pitying best friend had invited him to talk. But Thoriq responded to just that.

He did not want to talk about the memories he had for Qiara with anyone. Let the sweet bitters be kept as the fondest memories.

Thoriq was pensive in the TV room. His eyes were staring at his future. Living with a wife he does not love. How hard Thoriq tried to love Hanna, but her heart continued to resist.

The man holds his head with both hands. Ruffling hair. Occasionally rubbing the tears that escaped to her cheeks.

Hanna didn't make things any easier either. Ever since Qiara left, Hanna has been spoiled under the pretext of pregnancy. Hanna forced a lot of wills and was reluctant to listen to her husband's advice.

Like buying a house. Thoriq reminded Hanna not to spend all her parents' inheritance. Not willing to listen, Hanna bought a luxury home and still asked for a major renovation to replace all the floors with marble, even making a swimming pool.

Thoriq is getting harder to reach his wife. Especially now Hanna entered into socialite circles in Jakarta.

“Hanna, don't be too wasteful. Your parents' inheritance money should be saved for the future,” scolds Thoriq seeing Hanna come home with a lot of shopping bags.

“That's Mas Thoriq's duty, Hanna's money is Hanna's right. Whatever you want to get. Eh Mas, we are babymoon to Japan, yuk.”

“Mas has taken a leave of absence. Can't do.”

“Who told? Take time off to find Ms. Qiara, right? It's clear he doesn't want to see.”

“Hanna! Keep your talk!

“Emang really, right? Ms. Qiara has lost to Hanna. Mandul, sih.”

Thoriq kicked down the table and left Hanna.

That was his life with Hanna. No day without a fight. Many times he had to give up in order to keep Hanna pregnant.

Thoriq looked at the photo of Qiara and himself. Qiara laughed happily, Thoriq hugged her from behind. He remembered that they were on a tour to Pulau Seribu with all employees of the Thoriq office. Friends nicknamed them bucino couples.

Qiara was running around on the beach when Thoriq caught her. One of Thoriq's friends took candid photos of them.

Thoriq took a long breath.

“Qia, can ya Mas happy again?” He mumbled softly while staring at the photos of those who were still neatly displayed.

***

On the same day, Qiara entered work with a gloomy face. Julia knew today was the day of the court decision.

“Qia, can you come here?”

(Qia can you come here?)

Qiara walked into Julia's room while carrying her tablet. Instead of giving her a task, she welcomed Qiara and hugged her.

“Weight, yes?” Julia asked, wiping away the tears that had once again washed her face.

“Qia, if you need time, go home,” Julia said gently.

“Thank you, Julia. I need to work in order to forget that today I have officially divorced.”

“You can definitely get through this. We'll all help you. If you need extra work, fine. Last Leslie permission because her stomach hurts,” Julia offers while smiling ignorantly.

This is what Qiara liked about Julia, her boss after she officially worked at MJ Interior Design. His nature is fun yet firm, does not like drama and is always straight to the point.

“Bring it, Juls. The harder the work, the more I can forget.”

“You still love him that deep, huh?”

“Yup!”

“Well, you are asking for a hard job. Let me explain while sitting.”

Qiara sat down in front of Julia.

“We have clients. The work is hard, the guy's a bummer. His name is Doctor Devan. He was paralyzed by an accident while riding, and kept his wife away with their three-year-old son. They eventually divorced. Doctor Devan intends to overhaul the total house that was once inhabited with his wife.”

Qiara looked at the photos of Doctor Devan's house. A mansion with a large courtyard, located outside the city of Melbourne.

“Doctor Devan is a crossbreed of Ausie and Indonesia but he was born in Australia and has become a citizen here.”

Qiara looked at the photo of the man in the wheelchair watching the workers in her home with a displeased look.

Julia continued, “The photo was taken when we started remodeling her house. Not long after the photo was taken, he suddenly went berserk and chased us all away.”

“Gery very,” cetus Qiara.

“Say find a difficult one? Here's his house plan. He wants a complete overhaul. Tajir twists, money doesn't matter. We're the only ones who are in trouble because males ngadepin him,” Julia said with a cry.

“This client has been broken from a year ago. No designer can stand the same Doctor Devan. Even the last designer to resign because of being cursed. The designer said it was better to renovate the tiger enclosure on Tazmania Island than to work for Doctor Devan.”

“I made a promise to him. Bismillaah.”

“Oh no need. Leslie should have met him. But maybe he's sick to the stomach. You can take a car that has been rented by the office because of its remote location. And you better leave now. You'll be ten minutes late. Get ready to spray.”

Qiara then moved out of the room Julia took her things.

***

After ninety minutes of travel, Qiara arrived at the residence of Doctor Devan. A mansion with a very thick ranch feel.

“Good luck, last I came here, consultant sent out crying,” said Ted, the driver who delivered Qiara.

“Well, I haven't even cried,” reply Qiara. Ever since Thoriq married again, his mind was like a samsak that continuously received painful blows.

Along the way Qiara shed tears as memories with Thoriq sprung up in his mind.

After tidying up her makeup, Qiara got out of the car.

A servant opened the main door of the mansion.

“Good afternoon, Miss. You've been late long enough. Sir has been angry from earlier.”

“Sorry, sir,” replied Qiara briefly, feeling free explaining the matter to the waiter.

“I Jack, assistant and waiter here. Oh my God. How can they send pregnant women to grizlly bears,” he said in horror.

“Well, wish me luck then,” reply while stepping in.

Not a second of his foot on the floor of the house, there was a very surprising clash.

“You! How can you keep coming with a plain face while you've made me wait 15 minutes.”

“Oh sorry. It won't happen again. In order not to waste time can we start?“ Qiara asked calmly and prepared the tablet along with the camera.

Jack looked at this pregnant woman with a horrified look. No one dared to answer Doctor Devan if the man was being riled up.

Still in a loud voice Devan replied,” I have filed a loud complaint to Julia. You will get a warning! Very unprofessional.”

“Jeez, isn't that an antique closet from Palembang? It used to be made by a noble there, then handed over to the family of his future wife to decorate the bridal room.”

Devan gaped at Qiara who had now stepped closer to the closet of his mother's family collection which was from Palembang.

While Qiara was coolly observing the profile of the indentation very fine. Devan almost exploded holding back the anger.

“I do not try to find a face, the items in your home are expensive items, but the placement is less mmm how yes, concept,” Qiara said again.

If he could choose, Jack would rather be swallowed up by the earth than see the continuation of Qiara's fate in Devan's hands.

“What is face looking for? You even insulted my house! Who the hell do you dare to talk like that?” Jerky Devan hard.

“Qiara, interior designer. I was assigned to build this house. So sorry if it is good I will praise, if it is bad, well ..” Qiara continues to go around while photographing every corner that is considered important. He glanced at the face of his client.

“Jeez, your face is red. Jack maybe Doctor Devan needs to drink.”

“Good,” great-grandson Jack who then cleared his throat and lowered his tone more authoritative. “Good,” reset.

Still with a red face restraining emotions, Devan followed Qiara in an electric wheelchair. Meanwhile Qiara was busy taking pictures and making notes for each room.

“Can I sit here?” Qiara asked and had not been answered he had sat his butt on the sofa.

He doodled on his tablet using an app to collaborate photos of each space with his idea.

Devan and Jack stared at the petite woman according to their size without making a sound.

Qiara looked up and smiled.

“Look, I know that you are mad at me because I’m late. But I don’t want to waste anyone’s time by doing nothing. So this is my ideas, I’m sending them to your email that I got from Julia. It would be an honor for me to design such a beautiful mansion like yours. If you decide not to work with me then it’s your loss because I’m a damn good interior designer.”

(Look, I know you're upset because of my delay. But I don't want to waste your time and mine. The initial idea I've sent to your email, I got from Julia. It would be an honor to work in your mansion. But if you decide not to work with me, then you are the loser, because I'm a reliable interior designer.)

Devan and Jack gaped at Qiara's last words.

Qiara smiled, then tidied up her things before saying goodbye.

With light steps, Qiara got into the car and was immediately greeted by Ted.

“Wow, no tears! That’s new!”

(Wow there are no tears. Tumbens.)

Qiara just smiled as she stroked her stomach.

“Ted, any restaurants near here? I'm hungry.”

***