ALBRA
18. Alan Who Disappeared

That insufficient explanation made Qyen even more confused by his arrival here. The large door that was in front of him was opened, from here he could immediately see the middle-aged man's back facing a large window.

Brian who delivered Qyen earlier, walked first and whispered something to his Master, that the person who was asked to face him had come at this time. After that, Brian immediately walked out of this room without saying a single word to Qyen, to the point that Qyen could only see Brian disappearing behind the door of this large room, which was just a big one, and his open mouth could not make a sound.

‘Tuk!’

The beating of the stored glass rang, and the sound managed to make Qyen surprised, he immediately looked towards the source of the sound and along with the cold face of the man who seemed to be the father of Albra. Unable to long stare at that creepy face, Qyen lowered her face, she was really scared at the moment.

“What's your name?” ask the voice flatly. Now Qyen could see that the great master was already sitting on a very luxurious chair.

Qyen, who was still in silence, replied. “Na—my name .. Qyen Fayre, Sir ...”

“Qyen ... You are surprised I called here?” he asked with a little laugh.

His eyes were now heating up, his hands were trembling slightly, yet he tried to answer all the questions of the great master. “Iya, Sir,” replied.

The sound of footsteps came closer to Qyen, before finally a pair of expensive shoes came before him.

“So you're the woman who saved my grandson?” his current tan was already standing in front of Qyen.

“Gaze my face if I ask!”

Qyen was startled as the voice turned into an extremely loud shout. “Yes, Sir,” replied Qyen who now ventured to be able to see the face of the great master. Behind his thick glasses, Qyen could see that sharp eyes were almost splitting his neck at this moment.

“What have you done to my grandchildren and children so they always call your name?”

“I mean, Sir? I feel like I never gave anything to Alan and Mr. Albra.”

“I will warn you, so as not to approach my children and grandchildren.”

Qyen was silent for a while before finally nodding. “Good, Mr.”

“I never allowed any woman to be close to my family,” she said before she finally whispered something in Qyen's right ear. “If you want money, I will give anything to you, just do not approach my family!”

Qyen's heart was beating very fast. How could the old man speak like this to himself. Qyen never expected the slightest reward when he was helping Alan yesterday, even his sincere intention was to help a child who did not know the way home.

Frans moved away from Qyen and returned to his chair with an occasional chuckle.

“I never expected a dime of money from, Sir. I sincerely intend to help Alan –“

“Never mention my granddaughter's name with your lowly mouth!”

Qyen gave a surprised chuckle and unconsciously her tears just fell down. “How dare you name my grandson!”

Frans' shout ended when the door opened and Albra who suddenly came into his father's room. “Papa! What did you do to Alan! Papa still not satisfied?” albra asked who was staring bitterly at her father.

Qyen was surprised by the presence of Albra who was currently staring at his face, he hurriedly wiped his tears in front of Albra.

“Alan? Where'd Alan go?” ask Frans who is now up and walking away just like that.

“You all right?” asked Albra who was now holding onto Qyen's shoulder with reflex.

Qyen nodded, and immediately asked Albra how Alan was currently doing. “Alan how, Sir?” ask Qyen.

“I'm still looking for Alan, I don't know where Alan went,” said Albra who currently has very empty eyes.

“I want to help find Alan but, I think I should go from—“

“Pak, off! I'm afraid your father knows,” said Qyen who tried to let go of Albra's hand.

“No need to ignore,” he said and they went up the stairs before finally coming to a room that had been guarded by several people and also the father of Albra would have been staring intently at Qyen.

“We've been looking for a young master to around the house and the forest but not found,” said Brian who had just arrived.

Qyen looked at the room that was open in front of him, it seemed like this was Alan's room, seen from the different furniture inside, as well as the many toys that were on display in it, but there was one thing that stuck in his vision, he spoke to Albra.

“Pak Albra, what's the door? Alan's been searched in there?” point it towards the white door that looms high there.

Without saying a word, Albra held Qyen's hand and led him into Alan's room. The guards were on standby as Qyen set foot inside, accompanied by Frans' echoing screams.

“Albra! How dare you!”

Albra, who was still holding Qyen's hand, faced her father and spoke a sentence she never used to say. “Alan is in danger, only he can currently save Alan,” he said as he raised Qyen's hand he held.

Albra no longer wants to take care of Frans, now her goal is just to find where her son is. “I have not checked the toilet because Alan used to use my room toilet next to this room,”, said Albra who now releases her hand and tries to open the big door.

“Should from the beginning you have opened this door,” said Qyen who helped open the door.

“I don't know.”

“It looks like this door is locked inside,” says Qyen.

Frans, Brian, and all the guards saw Albra and Qyen opening the big door.

“Alan! Are you inside?” yelled Qyen while knocking on the big door.

“Alan! This is Papa, open the door!”

There is no support in the bathroom.

“Why are you guys staying there! Grab equipment!” albra told the guards.

It did not take long, the officer who opened the lock came and tried to open the big door.

“Quiet, Sir. Alan will be fine,” said Qyen who calmed Albra because it looks like Albra has lost its way.

The big door opened, Albra pulled Qyen's hand in with her. When they went in there, how surprised they saw Alan who was curled in the cold in a bath that was already slightly filled with water.

“Alan!” shouted Albra, Frans, and also Qyen at the same time.

A surprised Alan opened his eyes and smiled at Qyen. “Hai, Qyen are you here?”

Qyen nodded. “Iya, Alan. Why are you here?” ask Qyen who can only stay in place.

Albra approached her son but Alan avoided her. “Can you all go from here except Qyen? I don't need anyone. You're all the same,” Alan said as he looked at everyone who came around the toilet in Alan's room.

Albra retreated her steps, and let Qyen approach Alan who had paled.

“Alan, let Grapa take care of you. You just need Papa and Grapa,” said Frans who felt unacceptable with the words of the little boy.

Alan who was still curled up shook his head. “I just need Qyen as a friend,” she replied like an adult, before finally her consciousness was gone and Qyen swiftly carried the little boy into her warm lap. He did not care about his wet clothes, and the slight pain in his hands from being hit by something, which he thought was just Alan at the moment.