ALBRA
47. Heartbreaking Frans

The clock has shown at 9 pm, Albra, Qyen and Alan are still faithfully accompanying Frans who is now resting. Qyen occasionally stole a glance at Frans, he could not bear to see Frans sleeping position that seemed uncomfortable.

“Sister, sir seems to be sleeping in an uncomfortable state. Try asking him what he wants,” said Qyen while looking at Albra who was busy with her tablet. Unlike Alan who was currently asleep on his lap.

Albra also looked at the gurney that Frans was sleeping in, Albra did not know if Frans was sleeping comfortably or not, because she did not know where the difference lay.

“Papa alright it looks like.” Albra spoke while looking at Qyen who was also staring at him.

He smiled, allowing Qyen's hair to dangle, and Qyen grew more beautiful in his eyes. “Papa alright, you just sleep or want to go home? Let the Kender take you home.”

Qyen shook her head, she still felt sorry for Frans who was sleeping in an uncomfortable state. His eyes moved restlessly, his forehead was sweating even the position of his head was not right. It felt like Qyen was helping Frans, but whatever power he did not dare to help directly with both hands.

“Kak ... better love warm water compress for Papamu.” Again Qyen spoke. Although he had a fear of Frans, Qyen had no hatred for Frans. He appreciates Frans' hard nature which may have had its own intentions.

“You don't see your eyes look uncomfortable in his sleep, his forehead also continues to wrinkle, even sweat. Sir seems to be dreaming plus his body has a fever. If medicine doesn't help, we should help you by compressing your forehead. Kasian, Kak ..” Qyen tried to explain that.

Albra smiled, keeping the tablet. He also helped Qyen to move Alan who was still faithful asleep on Qyen's thigh.

“Come help me, I don't know how.”

Qyen nodded, she took out a pink medium-sized handkerchief that she always carried in her bag. The handkerchief was still clean, even Qyen kept it inside his pouch. Qyen took the small place available under the hospital gurney, he filled the small face with hot water mixed with cold water, after getting the right water temperature, he filled the small face with hot water, Qyen gave the container to Albra.

“You squeeze and keep it in the forehead of Mr.” said Qyen while whispering because you do not want to disturb.

Albra who never squeezed clothes was also troubled how to squeeze a small cloth. Qyen who was impatient and greget saw Albra, he took over. “You just do it, I'm here.”

With doubt and a little fear, Qyen squeezed the small cloth. He wiped the face of Frans who had been flooded with sweat. Before finally compressing Frans' forehead with great care.Seeing the painstaking Qyen amazed Albra and smiled happily, she was never wrong in choosing, Qyen is indeed a good woman.

Frans who felt an object stuck to his head, he slowly opened his eyes, he felt comfortable with the cloth that was first attached to his head. But when Frans opened his eyes fully, he was surprised to see the Qyen that was in front of him. Even their faces were very close.

Qyen realized that if Frans opened his eyes, he lowered his head and stepped down, but it turned out that Albra's hand was holding his hand.

Frans tried to take the cloth that now made his head a little comfortable, but he felt gangster and wanted to be angry because Qyen had dared to touch it. But when he was about to take the cloth, Qyen's voice was heard. “Sorry, Sir. Let the cloth be there, it is to reduce your high body temperature. I saw Mr. Restless sleep, so I compressed you. Sorry if I was presumptuous,” said Qyen in a hurry.

Seeing Qyen hiding behind his son's body and looking down in fear, Frans' heart slowly melted, even now he did not serve Qyen's words and let the pink cloth stick to his forehead.

“Papa is better? Need we leave tomorrow for America?” said Albra who still faithfully held Qyen's hand.

Frans glanced at Albra. “No need, I've improved,” the answer is cold.

Albra nodded. Now that he and Qyen were only watching Frans continue to wipe his infused right hand, Frans felt a tremendous itch there.

Qyen who saw that whispered. “Kak .. said do not scratch, later the skin peels, mending use warm water only.” Qyen was worried seeing that. He knew about all the first aid treatments because during his life Qyen lived in an orphanage, and also took care of the little sisters who lived there. To deal with something like this, Qyen already knew.

“Papa, feel uncomfortable?” ask Albra.

Frans only cleared a minute.

“Qyen wants to help Papa. Brian's gone home because his son's sick, Papa can take care of himself? If I can't help Papa.” Albra is a child who does not know himself. Albra honestly, he did not know how to care for his father when he was sick, because if it happened he would give all his duties to Brian the right hand of his father.

“No need.”

“Papa .. Qyen intentions of helping Papa here, don't keep scratching that hand.”

Albra now acts and blocks Frans' hand. Whatever Frans, in his eyes Frans is just an old grandfather who also needs attention. Frans has everything, but Frans has no conscience and no feelings, and that is what Albra wants to understand from his father's attitude.

Albra gave Qyen a code to deal with his papa's seemingly irritated right hand.

Qyen moved doubtfully, he moved to the right side of Frans, while Albra was on his left side. “Sorry, Mr.”

Qyen held Frans' hand gently, Qyen's heart beating twice as much as it held Frans's. No, Qyen wasn't in love, it was just that she was nervous, scared and worried Frans would slap her. But apparently not, Frans kept quiet, letting Qyen make something on his body.

Qyen painstakingly cleaned Frans' right hand using a sterile tissue on the table. His meticulous face, his gentle rubbing, made Frans shocked to see the excellent treatment Qyen had before him. Frans shook his head, not wanting to let go of Qyen acting like this, as he still had many evil plans to keep Qyen and Albra away.

“Master, tomorrow morning if you are strong, you can soak in warm water. Your hand seems to be infected and allergic to needles. If the doctor comes later, I will tell him.” Qyen spoke softly, Frans's right hand cleaning activities were over. He also changed the compress used by Frans.

Albra watched Qyen with a smile, occasionally watching his father who was still showing his cold face. Not only did Albra pay attention to their activities, it turned out that Ian and Kender were already standing at the door watching the rare events that occurred.

“Papa ..” Call Ian and walk to Frans.

He smiled at Qyen. “Qyen, Lo very good. Thank you for taking care of Papa Gue,” he said with a smile.

Frans, who heard that, did not like it, and rebuked Ian. “Ian, you don't need to overdo it.”

‘Sial, this child is always smart in speaking.’ Fras' heart grumbled.

“I want to take ..” Frans speech stopped when he accidentally held the stomach of Qyen who was already standing next to his son, Albra.

His left hand, which was holding Qyen's stomach, felt strange. Frans had never held the belly of a pregnant woman. Even holding the pregnant belly of Albra and Ian's mom was never, but why did she accidentally hold Qyen's belly here. Frans, who was about to take whatever he said, felt a strange rush inside him. The feeling of wanting to hold the stomach again, and rubbing it, because no matter what the content in Qyen's stomach was her grandson.

Everyone there knew Frans was holding Qyen's stomach by accident. Qyen who felt the most touch was surprised because Frans held his stomach suddenly, even accidentally.

Albra and Ian looked at each other, they smiled meaningfully. “Papa want something?” ian asked, pretending not to know. Though he knew, Frans hung his words when his hand accidentally held the large belly of Qyen covered by his dress.

Frans shook his head and his face now turned irritated. “No. You guys just go home, leave me alone,” he said.

Albra was closer to Frans. Before taking Qyen away, he said something to Frans. “Papa has never felt a touch as soft as Qyen's hand? Papa now knows what love means?” Albra paused her speech when she saw Frans not responding to her vow. “I'm home, Ian will be on guard here with Kender.”

Albra held the sleeping Alan, grabbed Qyen by the arm, and left Frans's ward.

Frans, who saw the departure of Albra, exhaled his tired breath.

“They are happy, Pa,” said Ian who understood Frans' gaze.

…

It took them 10 minutes to finally reach the apartment. Albra chose to take Qyen back to his apartment because it was easier to reach.

“Alan is already in her bed?” tanya Qyen gave Albra a glass of warm water.

“Already, darling.” Albra drank the warm water while holding Qyen's waist.

Albra invites Qyen to go into her room, more precisely into the walk in closed. Albra wanted to change her clothes, and so did Qyen.

“Sorry for today, and also thank you,” said Albra who now suddenly cornered Qyen to the corner of the wardrobe. Not wanting Qyen's back to hit directly, he held back using his left hand.

“Kak hell, freelance, I can't breathe.”

Albra. “You were great today. You tired?”

Qyen nodded, he did not lie if he was really tired.

“I want to give you a gift,” whispered Albra in Qyen's ear that made the fur all over Qyen's body bristle. Honestly, when she was pregnant, Qyen was always tempted near Albra, she did not know why, perhaps because of her hormones.

“What gift?” tanya Qyen ventured to look at Albra's passionate bead of eyes.

Albra brought his face closer to Qyen, his lips were already impatient to play with Qyen's lips that looked soft in his eyes.

Cup

Albra kissed a glimpse of Qyen's lips, and let go. Albra, dissatisfied with the kiss, kissed Qyen's lips more deeply.******the sweet lips of Qyen, and filled Qyen's mouth with her tongue. Qyen who was lulled by the deep kiss given by Albra, he began to hang his hands around Albra's neck, returning her greeting slowly and surely both of them enjoyed it.

Qyen was getting used to the relaxed yet demanding way of playing Albra. Albra kept Qyen safe so he wouldn't hurt her. Knowing that Qyen was out of breath, Albra let go of their pagutan. Albra's lips turned on the neck of the very white and smooth Qyen column, he kissed Qyen's neck and gave a mark there.

Until the sounds of pleasure from Qyen and herself were heard in this room. Albra did not want to play far away, his intention was just to kiss Qyen on the lips, he was too exaggerated, he did not want to make Qyen afraid. Albra hugged Qyen and finished their little game.

“Change your clothes, I wait inside.”

Qyen nodded, and she changed her clothes with her piayama. Qyen approached Albra who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Albra told Qyen to sit beside him, and Qyen said.

“What's up? It's night, let's go to bed.”

“Eye-tutu.” Instead of replying, Albra told Qyen to close his eyes at this time.

Qyen nodded, smiling and closing his eyes. Before long, Qyen felt something cold that touched his neck.

“Open. It's beautiful you wear.”

Qyen faced herself against the large mirror, but Albra gave her a beautiful necklace, and a shiny diamond pendant.

“Wow, very good. Thanks, Brother ...”

Albra hugged Qyen. “Lusa we're getting married. You must be ready, because I will make you happy.”