ALBRA
14. The Burden of a Little Child

After seeing his son get into the car with his father behind the glass of his office, now Albra can only sit languid and already do not want to do any activities anymore. His emotions were still very hunting, even his breath was heard by Ian who was now sitting on the sofa holding his swollen cheek slapped Frans.

Albra only realized that if in this room there was Ian, he also slightly changed his expression.

“You do not have to interfere with my affairs and Papa,” said Albra who opened her voice breaking the silence between them. In the past, Albra and Ian were never close, but as time went on, their relationship was close, and now Albra has ‘sikit’ concern for Ian, his half-sister.

“Gue doesn't interfere with Lo's business. I just want to defend which is right,” said Ian who is now leaning on the sofa while looking at his face on the phone's camera screen.

“You reported?” asked Albra who now got up from her seat and walked towards the sofa to be able to chat more freely with Ian. After all, Ian was one of his informers, when it came to Frans, the father.

Ian shook his head, and kept his phone. “Gue never reported it at all. In fact, I have the intention to make Lo deketin Qyen. Papa tau himself, everyone who manages Lo's apartment, Papa's men if Lo forgets,” replied Ian casually.

Hearing Ian's statement, Albra scrunched her forehead. He still did not understand what Ian was saying. “The intention of letting me get close to Qyen what?” asked Albra who wanted a more precise explanation.

Ian let out his tired breath. “Huft ... Alan likes to be near Qyen, as well as Lo. Lo's face can't lie,” said Ian made his point earlier.

“Me? Approaching a woman I just met a few days ago? It is not that easy, Ian,” said Albra who now chooses to return to her desk.

“Lo don't believe in love at first sight?” ian was more dramatic.

“Personation with first sight or something. The point is I'm not approaching Qyen, and it's never going to happen. I met with Qyen just because of Alan.”

“Okay ...” Ian got up from his seat and confirmed his clothes. “Means, I can take over Qyen. Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Albra,” continued Ian as he bent his body in front of Albra and walked out of the office room with confidence.

Albra had just opened her mouth, but Ian had just left.

“Ian ..” Albra makes his voice growling.

“Argh!” he grumbled for no reason.

Albra was very unfocused because of the words Ian had just heard. How could his brain just get sidetracked after hearing that? Albra shouldn't have cared much, but why this time Ian's remarks disturbed his mind so much. In fact, Albra felt an overwhelming regret at her.

At the same time, Alan is now sitting in a car seat with Frans sitting next to him. If he had sat alone with his grandfather like this, Alan could no longer shed his tears. From now on as much as possible Alan wiped his tears that continued to fall on his chubby cheeks.

At the moment Alan's feelings are very scared, upset, and sad, all Alan wants at the moment is to go back to his papa. Although his father is stiff, Alan feels Albra is the only person who cares deeply about him.

“You don't need to cry, Alan.” Frans' voice sounded.

Alan did not reply to his grandfather's words, he could only nod with his eyes towards the window. He was not eager to do anything, except to be near his father.

“Alan? You silenced Grapa's words?” asked Frans who was now talking while looking at Alan's face.

“No. I just want to be quiet,” he replied in a heavy voice.

“Alright ... no need to be sad, you want Grapa to bring your friend?”

“No need, I don't have any friends, ” he replied.

Frans gave a small smile hearing Alan's reply which was quite disturbing to his heart.

“Not many of your friends? Grapa see you like to play with your schoolmates.” Frans again invited Alan to chat to create comfort between them.

“It was yesterday. Not anymore,” said Alan listlessly.

Before long enough journey they were up, now the car they were riding had entered into a large gate, with a long road to the big house like a palace.

“Then how now? Who's your friend?” ask Frans back.

“My current friend is just Qyen,” he replied listlessly.

Frans, who heard that, clenched his hands tightly. How could Alan go back to discussing a woman that even Frans himself did not know of her origins. He had to take care of all this, Alan could not depend on living with women, even seeing his granddaughter playing with girls, Frans did not want to see her. Especially a young woman who always mentioned her name in recent days.

“No Qyen or whoever it is, Alan. You don't know that young lady. Grapa doesn't like you dealing with her,” Frans said quickly.

Frans could see Alan glancing a little at her. “Grapa always doesn't allow me to play with anyone. I can only play with Diego-Diego-Diego!”

Alan's voice echoed in the car. Before long the car stopped and the car door was open, Alan who felt himself very angry, he went down quickly and went running into the house like a palace.

All the assistants who were there lowered their heads as the young master walked in on the run, and there were also some people who also followed where Alan was going.

When Frans entered the house, he called a man a little younger than him named Brian. Brian is a man who has worked very long with Frans, or arguably Brian is a right-hand man from Frans.

“Please find me information about Qyen, a woman who went to Albra's apartment last night.”

Brian nodded, giving Frans his cell phone and showing a photo of a woman where it was Qyen. “Yes, I've seen this woman's photo. I want to know more clearly.”

“I've been looking for information about this young lady, Sir. As the young master said, this woman is named Qyen. He only lives a kara in his house which he also made as a fruit shop, located right around the stone road, not far from the city center,” explained Brian to provide information about Qyen.

Frans is now sitting in the living room on an antique sofa that looks very classy. He cleared his throat to adjust his voice and emotions at the moment. “There's more information?”

Brian nodded. “It looks like this young woman has a relationship with the Ghazi family,” Brian said.

“Ghazi?” ask Frans one more time to be sure. “For what is the rich man's son dealing with this woman?”

“I'm still figuring out how Fin Ghazi can always be together and approach this woman every day.”

Frans smiled a little. “Find out more, I want you to bring this young lady before me,” Frans said ending with her flat gaze.

On the other hand, Alan who had entered his room that was no less luxurious, he immediately did something he was used to doing when he was angry. Alan went into the bathroom, and curled quietly in the bath up. There is no comfortable place in this luxurious house other than to stay in the bath up. He had been doing this habit for several months, and no one knew where he was hiding.