ALBRA
12. Letter From Qyen

“Huft ... finally home too...”

After paying for the public transport he used, Qyen walked to the fruit shop and his home. The day is still quite dark because the clock is showing at 5 am. Yes, as you know, Qyen had just returned from the Albra residence after several incidents last night.

Qyen did not come home, he could only sleep for about 2 hours last night, because after that he could not sleep again and as a result he took the initiative to make breakfast Albra and Alan later when awake. Imagine, Qyen made breakfast at 3 a.m.

Qyen flavor, making breakfast for Albra and Alan is not an exaggeration. He just wanted to help Albra and of course Alan. After making breakfast with a simple menu, also do not forget he wrapped with aluminum foil so that the warmth is maintained, Qyen had prepared warm rice that is still in the rice cooker. Although he had difficulty because he saw if the rice used by Albra was different from the rice he often used, fortunately there was an internet ready to help him.

When he finished cooking at 04:40 a.m., Qyen decided to go home and not forget to give a message through the paper he left on the dinner table, for he did not dare to go back into Albra's room. Writing down the message took a struggle for Qyen, as she was able to get a piece of paper wrapped in vegetables and a pen that she found in Alan's room.

“Aish ... why am I still thinking?”

After reaching his small house, Qyen walked back and forth while thinking about some of the things he had done. In retrospect, Qyen felt he did not deserve that.

“But I have no evil intentions. I just want to help,” sure to myself.

Qyen nodded with certainty. “Yes, I only intention of helping.”

When making sure that he was just helping, suddenly his brain replayed the events about him that interacted with Albra last night. When his waist was gently hugged, even their bodies were attached, and their faces were only 5 centimeters apart. Qyen still remembered clearly, the fragrance of Albra's breath that he could feel.

“Qyen! Stop!” yell at yourself.

Instead of feeling angry, Qyen now felt butterflies flying in his stomach. Even now he is smiling and laughing. “Yeah, I could have thought that I got there,” said Qyen while covering her embarrassed face.

“Udah, already. Enough Qyen, you no longer need to think about such things, the final” of Qyen who now chooses to clean his house that he had not had time to clean last night.

After discussing things like this, for some reason Qyen's mood became very high, even now he cleaned up his house while singing cheerfully.

On the other hand, when the sun had begun to rise, there was a man who was disturbed by the sunlight entering between the windows of his room. He was disturbed, and tried to wake up from the intense dizziness in his head.

Slowly open her beautiful eyes, and adjust the light that enters her sense of sight.

“Hem ..” The murmur was again heard as he tried to get up and sit leaning on his mattress.

Albra still felt very sleepy at this moment, even her brain was not fully conscious. To wake himself up, he rubbed his face with both hands, and confirmed his messy hair, but he felt something on his index finger and thumb.

“Hm?” muttered Albra when she realized there was a plaster of Alan's favorite cartoon on her index finger, and thumb.

He was still thinking aloud as to why this was happening, and when Albra opened the blanket that was blocking his body, how shocked would Albra realize that she was not wearing a top, only blue pants were left.

“Hah? Why?” ask him to himself.

“Drunk? I was drunk last night,” murmured to myself.

“Albra!” sorry to yourself, why could he be so stupid last night. Seeing that he was not wearing a top from the night, a strange thought twirled his head. What if he had done something to Qyen? Like what happened in his life.

Not wanting his brain to think about strange things, he came out of his room in a hurry, he put aside the sense of influence that was very felt, he said, he just wanted to make sure that Albra didn't do anything bad to Qyen.

When he came out of the room, he saw the situation around was clean and neat, there was also Alan who was sitting on the sofa while playing his tablet.

“Good morning, Pa. Why don't you wear clothes?” alan asked when he saw his father coming out of the room with a confused face. “Papa looking for who?” ask again.

“Good morning, Alan. You saw Qyen?” asked Albra who was now approaching Alan, and kissed his son's forehead.

“Oh! Papa's smell is very pungent, I don't like.”

“Sorry. You haven't answered Papa's question,” said Albra in a hurry.

“I didn't see Qyen when I woke up. But I saw that there was food on the table. I don't eat, because there is writing that I don't understand,” said Alan who spoke but his eyes still looked at the tablet.

“There is food on the table? Maybe Chef sent it,” Albra told Alan as she walked to the dinner table.

Sure enough what was said by Alan, on the table had presented some food wrapped by aluminum foil and also there is paper on it. Albra took the paper, and to make himself more aware, before reading he took the time to drink the mineral water that was also fully filled in its place, usually in the morning, if it is already in place, only he filled the mineral water.

Albra began to read with a very curious facial expression, as Qyen seemed to leave the note with a fairly long handwriting, even the sizable paper was almost full.

‘Good morning Mr. Albra.

Earlier I apologized if there was anything unintentional, that I did. You were drunk last night and you accidentally dropped a glass, as a result of Mr. Albra's index finger and thumb shed a lot of blood. Rather than you bleed out and die on the spot, I better treat Mr. Albra's wound with the medicine box I found near the bookshelf. I think the medicine box belongs to Alan, sorry if I was presumptuous. Oh yes, and I had to go into your room, to get you to sleep, I didn't steal any stuff, if you don't believe me, you can check it on CCTV.

Then, when I was about to go home, Mr. Albra spewed out all the food in Mr. Albra's stomach, until I had to take off your upper clothes. I didn't do anything, I just wanted to help. Your clothes have been cleaned inside the toilet outside, and I'm allowed to sleep here.

I made breakfast for Mr. Albra and Alan, just a simple menu, I adjusted the ingredients in the fridge.

One more thing, do not drink too much alcohol Mr. Albra, too dangerous for you let alone live with small children.

Thanks for last night,

Qyen’

After reading the long letter, Albra smiled. Now he imagines how troublesome Qyen was last night when helping his unconscious self, even Qyen prepared breakfast for him and Alan.

“Basic little boy,” said Albra while chuckling.

Even so, Albra was still thinking how and with what Qyen came home this morning, was the little boy safe? His little heart felt uneasy when he thought about that.

“Alan, want breakfast? Or go take a shower first?” albra asked her son.

“Emm .. I will have breakfast first because I am hungry,” he said, who now approached his father who was sitting in the dining chair.

“Okay. Sebantar Papa warm up the food first.”

Qyen made breakfast with chicken soup menu, omelet cooked in the style of Korean drama, then lastly there are nuggets and sausages that he has airfrayer. Not to forget the pieces of melon that he put into a closed container.

“Is this Chef cooking? Not usually Chef cook menu like this, Pa?” ask Alan who is thinking critically.

Usually Chefs who always make food never cook a menu like this, there is only a quality vegetable and meat menu provided by their Chef.

“Not, this is made by Qyen,” replied Albra honestly.

Hearing who made it, Alan became eager to eat breakfast.

“Wow! My friend is good,” he said with passion.

Albra who heard that chuckled. “He's your friend?” asked Albra who was standing in front of the microwave.

“Yes, Qyen is a good friend of mine. I love when playing with Qyen, she is cool and also I can freely tell stories with her.”

Albra nodded her head. “Alright, please enjoy your good friend's cooking.”

This morning was the first time they had breakfast with an unusual menu. Gladly, Alan kept asking to add rice to his plate just because the dishes he ate were so delicious.

“Pa, can we replace the Chef who cooks for us?”

Albra answered, Alan spoke again. “I'll tell Grapa if I want to change Chef.”

“You dare tell Grapa?” ask Albra.

Alan nodded with great certainty. “I will say, so that Qyen can be my food Chef and also my friend, then I will also say that Qyen can stay at my house.”

Alan's words made Albra choke, why Alan was so exaggerated in response to something. Finish up when you meet Frans later.