ALBRA
64. Little memory of Albra

Many days to enjoy the beauty of Osaka, take a walk around the city, visit various tourist attractions, try various typical foods, shopping, skiing, and many more activities that have been Qyen, Albra, Alan, Alan, and Ian did here in 4 days yesterday.

Qyen was already used to adjusting his body to the temperature of this city. His stomach no longer overreacted like yesterday, even he enjoyed the holidays this time because it made his stress disappear.

The time is 5 pm, but the sky is already very dark, it is like night. Currently the activity they will do is the practice of making sushi. This activity has long been awaited by Alan, of course, Qyen as well.

Albra deliberately brought two experts in making sushi that can speak Indonesian here. Because Qyen still does not understand much about foreign languages.

Qyen, and Alan were already sitting on a chair with a large table in front of them. Ian said he wanted to participate in the practice, and they had to wait for Ian to come out, while Albra could only pay attention and document the activities his wife and son were doing.

“A long time ago, annoyed I was waiting for him.” Alan had been sitting in his chair for minutes waiting for Ian who said he was going to the mini market to buy something.

Ian came along with an innocent smile and sat down next to Alan.

“Sorry, please start.”

The two expert chefs introduced themselves. “Previously introduce my name Dami, and this is my friend named Koma. We will teach Gentlemen and Madam to make sushi.”

“Dami, do you guys stay here?” alan asked like an adult.

Dami nodded smilingly displaying her dimples. The young girl replied to Alan's question. “Iya, right. I live here, but I am from Indonesia.”

“Koma is also the same?”

Koma. “I am from Japan, and can speak a little Indonesian.”

Seeing Alan who was very capable of talking to others, Ian nudged Alan's shoulder and whispered in the child's right ear. “You want to get him? Coma more beautiful.”

Hearing the whisper, Alan hit Ian's upper leg. “Silence. Don't talk.” Remember it and it makes the person there giggle amusedly.

Dami and Koma introduced the tools and ingredients for making sushi. The tool they have to prepare is Makisu or can also be known as a tool made of bamboo to roll sushi roll, in addition to that there is also a rice spoon, and there is also a rice spoon, and a special knife to cut sushi or fish later.

Also, there are several ingredients for making sushi, including special rice, sugar, special vinegar, salt, nori or seaweed, among others, and there are also various other topings there are salmon that have been sliced, raw shrimp, eggs, eels and many more.

“Kak, can I ask?” Qyen raised her hand to ask about something that baffled her.

“Iya, please.”

“Difference to making sushi and kimbab what is it?”

“I think the most striking difference is there from the spices used in the rice, between sushi and kimbab different. Also the filling of the topping is different.”

Qyen nodded her head understanding. Ian was just waiting for the practice to start.

Everyone has processed rice with their own spices. The painstaking Qyen, Alan who kept asking, and Ian who did not think long, but patiently Dami and Koma taught them.

“You're schooled here?” Ian opened his voice asking Dami.

Dami nodded with a smile. “Iya, Sir. I have lived here since High School, and attended chef school here.”

“Great yes, you live in which area in Japan?”

“In Osaka, Mr.”

“By my dong visit?” Hearing that, Dami just smiled.

“Inget the Americas.” Albra's voice rang out among them, and Ian smiled grimly.

The practice of making sushi continues until all the ingredients are used up and their sushi is made into 7 plates.

“I want to give this to the teacher,” said Alan gave two pieces of sushi to Dami and Koma, they also received with pleasure.

“Oishi?” ask Alan.

They nodded. “Very-very good.” Four thumbs up for Alan.

“Modal can talk oishi already want to start wooing girls,” murmured Ian who can still be heard Alan.

“Syrics to you.”

…

Finished with a tiring sushi making activity, this time Qyen and Albra were walking around the villa.

Albra grasped Qyen's hand as if she did not want to let go of his wife for a moment. “You're happy here?” tanya Albra occasionally brought Qyen into her arms because of the very cold night weather.

Qyen nodded, although his nose was flushed with cold, but he was still happy to be taken for a walk by Albra. “You've worn layers of clothes, you've used padding, earmuff, you're still cold?” tanya Albra felt anxious with Qyen's face now flushed red.

“Ish, cold tau. Our bodies are common in gini-rich temperatures, brother. While I'm just the first time.”

Albra chuckled at it, and invited Qyen to sit on a chair overlooking the lake, which was very quiet with a beautiful view of the city lights.

“Don't see, the star is very beautiful,” said Qyen who saw many stars scattered over the sky.

Of course Qyen likes, even his favorite spot in the penthouse is the pool room which has large windows facing directly into the sky. “Sure dong I like, Kak.”

“If you like, later in the summer, I take you to New Zealand.”

Qyen smiled, she hugged Albra and drowned her face towards her husband's chest. They were silent while enjoying the view.

“Kak, you used to go out with your ex-boyfriend?” Suddenly Qyen thought of asking about it.

“Em ... Not yet?” thought Albra with her annoying face.

Qyen who saw that face was upset. He let go of his embrace, and slightly moved away from Albra. Qyen of course knew the answer, Albra must have been traveling out of the country with her boyfriend first, let alone Albra is the son of a conglomerate.

“Loh, how angry are you? You yourself asked me.”

“Your answer is nyebelin,” upset Qyen.

Albra chuckled, and again embraced Qyen with his right hand. “I never took my ex-boyfriend for a walk. How can I go for a walk, if my Papa does not allow me to be close to women?”

Hearing that, Qyen moved away to ask something spontaneous came to her head. “Ta—but used to be normalized? You don't eat as much?” qyen asked with eyes squinting.

Albra with a teasing face looked at Qyen. “Lack enough of my proof that has made you like that?” point it at Qyen's stomach.

Qyen chuckled softly. “You want me to prove it tonight again? After all, have not visited dedek in—“

Albra had not finished speaking, but Qyen had already covered Albra's mouth with his hand. “Syuttt .. Do you not like me? My stomach is big, brother. Your brain is still ...”

Albra looks annoyed, actually there is a little regret in him after impregnating Qyen because he can not date Qyen who is blocked by his big belly.

“Say normal, darling. Can my dong ask?”

Qyen shook her head, her face was already getting redder at this moment. “No, I don't want.”

Cup

Qyen was silent as Albra's lips were already on her lips. “You made me tense,” whispered Albra in Qyen's ear.

“Aish, Brother ..”

Whimpering that had not yet happened, now his mouth was back in silence by the lips of Albra. The kiss turned into ******** the gentle Albra gave on the lower lip of Qyen. Sensing that Qyen was also returning her kiss, Albra began to deepen their kiss. His tongue plays there, giving them a sense of pleasure even if only from the mouth.

Qyen's hands began to hug Albra's waist, and Albra held Qyen's nape to deepen their kiss. The activity came to a halt when Albra sensed that Qyen was out of breath.

“Hapace, dear,” whispered Albra in Qyen's ear.

Feeling the sensual whisper of Albra, made all the hair on Qyen's body brim.

Albra knew that if Qyen was now ashamed of him, he took Qyen into his arms. “Still embarrassed ...”

“This is a public place tau, Sis. What if someone sees it?”

“They won't care, dear.”

After spending a long time, they are now back to walk to the villa, in the middle of the journey Albra saw a teenage boy who was chatting with his mother, who was, and the boy looks very, very happy.

Albra screeched when she saw herself. He recalled years of events, how Frans told him about his birth mother. He was born just like Alan, born without a mother and only cared for by his father.

“Kak? You why?” Qyen asked as Albra's steps came to a halt and his gaze looked at the two people who were now also the center of his attention.

Albra nodded and shook his head. “You want to know a very sad story?” albra asked and went back on their way home.

“Sure, Brother. I want to hear all your stories.”

“I was born just like Alan. I don't know who my mother used to be, dear.”

Qyen looked at the face of her husband who was smiling bitterly. He could see that the eyes were filled with hatred. Qyen rubbed her husband's back with the small hands she had.

“You can make a story?”

Albra nodded. “Of course, I decided to share this with you.”

Silence was long enough between them before Albra finally opened her voice. “Papa I didn't tell who my mother was until I was fifteen.”

“Papa always avoid question when I ask ‘where is mama?’ ‘I want to meet mama’ Papa always go after I ask like that.”

“Then, once upon a time, there was a woman younger than my Papa, coming at the time of high school graduation. He came with a white rose. Without speaking anything, he gave it to me then left.”

Qyen faithfully listened to the story of Albra which sounded very poignant in his ears. Especially implied in the eyes about the pain.

“Then after coming home and bringing the flower home, I was scolded all out by Papa. Papa said that the woman who gave me the flower was my mother.”